Phil's a bad man

Growling angrily, Phil reached out for Claire's arm, pulling her to her feet. "Phil, what are you doing?" she demanded sharply, trying to yank her arm away from him.

"I've had a bad day, and I don't want to hear NO!" he snapped, yanking the blush brush out of her hand and throwing in on the table.

"Phil, you're scaring me!"

He lowered his face to hers, the tip of his nose touching hers. "That may be, but in a moment, I'm going to be fucking you."

Claire's eyes opened wide, seeing a look in her husband's eyes that she had never seen before, and all the strength drained from her muscles. The fear had swelled past the point of terror, and she realized the look she saw was madness. "Phil, you don't want to do that," she breathed soundlessly as he pushed her toward the bed.

"I beg to differ," Phil growled, his hands moving from her arms and peeling the robe off her body, exposing her breasts. They hadn't really changed much after breastfeeding three children - a bit bigger, maybe and the nipples had definitely grown, but that wasn't really all that bad, was it? He moved his hands to cup, and then squeeze her breasts, pinching the nipples. "Things are going to change around here," he said, pushing her onto the bed.