38. The Order!

Author's POV

It wasn't just any night, it was a night of sin. 

Doing something which shouldn't happen. 

Their hate, anger and frustration melted together to burn them. 

Her hands curled in his hair as he left deep marks on her neck and spread her legs, making space for him. She grabbed his shoulders as he entered her with a slam, making her gasp and yelp at the same time. 

There was no mercy! 

He squeezed and slapped her boobs as he slammed inside her roughly, she buried her face in his neck as it became too intense for her to bear. 

Her legs tightened in no time and she hugged him tightly as she trembled with the orgasm. 

He didn't stop, he was far from done! 

She was silently crying, not because it was hurting but because they were so close yet she could feel the distance between their hearts. 

Egon was ramming inside her, wanting to feel every inch of her skin. He was controlling himself for so long, he was finally unleashed. 

No matter how much he touches her, has her, it's never enough. 

This woman fuels something in him, something dangerous which makes him forget himself. 

He flipped her onto the table and spread her legs. She closed her eyes on the table and moaned when he slammed inside her again. Her face was resting on the table as she tried to hold on to something, but there was nothing. 

She was completely under his mercy; she lost count of her orgasms, her core was on fire, and her legs were breaking down. She was more than done and drifting into the darkness due to exhaustion. 

She has no idea when he stopped and what he did to her after that. The only thing she felt was the soft bed beneath her. 

They didn't realise when they fell asleep in each other's embrace. 

Egon was the first to wake up in the morning with his deep masculine breath, his heavy body shifted in bed and his eyes finally fell on Emerald. 

She was knocked out in his arms. Her pink cheeks were pressed against his arm. 

His marks were all over her neck and chest, and her arms had his handprints. From head to toe, she was covered in his marks. 

He gently caresses her parted lips with his thumb and leans down to kiss her, but his past flashes before his eyes. 

His family, their dust and blood-covered bodies, his screams and tears. 

It snapped him out of her trans and he got up while removing her from his body. She groaned in sleep and pulled the bedsheets over her body while turning around. 

He leaned against the bedpost and ran his fingers through his hair frustrated. There was a reason why he was not touching her, it's extremely hard when she is around. He shouldn't be so obsessed with the woman who has destroyed him. He never wanted to give her that power. 

Now it will be hard to control the thirst for the blood he tasted last night. The caged feelings are free from the chains. 

He clenched his jaw tightly with anger. Last night would be his biggest regret. 

The only way to get out of this is to stay away from her. 

He looked at her one more time and got out of bed. 

Emerald woke up when her head finally started feeling light. She blinked her eyes open and found herself in Egon's room, in his bed. 

Last night flashed in front of her and she sat up with the jolt. She could feel the ache in her body, each and every part of her body was sore. 

She looked beside her and he was gone. Her tears pooled in her eyes and she burst out crying. Letting her emotions pour out freely. 

The desire feels exciting and appealing until it is unfulfilled. The fog of it wears off once you get it, and the messed-up consequences become clear. 

The night with Egon was the worst decision she could make, she should have stopped him. 

It wasn't going to turn out good for her. 

Egon is no longer her lover; he is the man who is burning with revenge and hate. 

He was not loving her last night, he was punishing her. He will do it again now as he has found a way to manipulate her. Her body will become his puppet; she can't handle that. 

She has given her control to him, the worst thing she could do to her body. 

He is not obligated to protect her dignity; he might use it any way he wants and use it to his advantage. 

Man doesn't care about the things he easily gets, her body would be one of those. 

She has seen how men treat women in their dark world and Egon is perfectly capable of doing that. 

He can make her a sex slave, he can do anything he wants with her, if he feels like it, he can also keep her as a mistress to punish her. 

She closed her eyes and grabbed her head when horrified thoughts crossed her mind. She couldn't think about it anymore. 

She cried harder about her fucked up destiny. 

The only thing she could do to fix this is, stay away from him. Do not mess with him and do not provoke him. 

And the final way is, escape! 

She can't let him play with her dignity. 

She got up from the bed and hissed when her legs hurt. She can't complain because she is equally responsible for this, and this is not the first time; it's usually difficult to walk when he is done with her. 

She went to the washroom and saw her body in the mirror, from head to toe she was covered in his marks. 

She still remembers how she used to hide these marks before, it was the funniest memory. 

No matter how much she loves his marks on her, it's still wrong and fucked up because things have changed. 

She washed herself so she could leave his room at the earliest possible, but when she came out, Layla was cleaning his room. 

Layla froze when she saw Emerald with all those marks but she quickly played it ignorant and resumed her work. 

Emerald ignored her and started walking towards the door but Layla stopped her. 

"Master has ordered you not to leave his room."

She informed her. 

Emerald could feel her heart churning and her body going numb with those words. 

Not understanding why would he do that. 

Her fears were coming alive. 

"What?"

She frowned but fear crawled in her body. 

"You are not allowed to leave his room."

Layla repeated.