"It was me who hit him," he confessed. My eyes widened at the revelation, and there was not even one percent of regret in his voice while telling me about his crime. "Wh - why?" I stuttered"Because I overheard him talking with his friends about you, that he liked you and was going to propose to you," his voice tightened with tension, and his jaw tightened. "I wanted to throttle him right then and there, but then I pictured your face, and my anger subsided a bit. So I decided to strike the part of him where thoughts of you resided."My breath hitched in my throat and a loud gasp escaped my throat. Shock overtook me as I realized the depth of his possessiveness and the lengths he was willing to go to in order to exert his control over me, not just today but in the past as well. He was doing psychotic things in the past without my even knowing about them, and now that I am with him, under his control, at his mercy, I am not sure to what length he will go. I won't be surprised if some
"That's like a good girl," he chuckled softly, his lips finding their way to my forehead and his thumb wiping away a stray tear that had escaped my eye without my knowing."No more tears or crying until I am inside you," he whispered into my ear with a soft chuckle, his words sending a shiver down my spine and causing goosebumps to rise on my skin as the meaning of his words sank in.His lips then left a deep kiss on the back of my ear before licking and blowing over there. A zap of an electric wave passed through me and I moaned as I relaxed my body and let it happen, going with the way my body was reacting to his touches.He did it once again when he realized that my body had given in and had started reacting to his touches. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of sensation through me that I couldn't control.He then left a trail of wet kisses on my neck, reaching to my shoulder. His finger hooked in the strap of my bra, with which he pulled it down and left a deep, heated kiss
He paused at the waistband of my pants, his fingers toying with the elastic as his eyes met mine.There was a flicker of something more than desire in his gaze, a hint of vulnerability that made me question everything. But before I could grasp the depth of his emotions, he shifted his focus back to his actions, his lips brushing against my skin just above the fabric.My fingers clenched the sheets beneath me as he continued his exploration, his touch sending shockwaves through my body.I knew this would change my life forever and despite the fear and uncertainty, there was an undeniable craving deep within me that longed to surrender to the intensity of the moment and I did just what felt right at the moment.Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he pulled back the panty and removed it out of his way.I instinctively moved to clench my thighs together, a reflex born out of shyness, but his firm touch on my thighs prevented me from doing so. His palms spread my thighs apart, sitting in
To all those who are saying, How could she have sex with the one who has tortured her so much ~You have only read the part of the story where he has treated her badly so it is right from your side but you don't know the part where he has cared for her like a doll, which is yet to come.Her love is years old and I have tried my best to add all those emotions and feelings and it is a fault from my side if I am unable to convey them as a writer. You have only seen the craziness of Damien but not the limit to which she used to love him and when we love someone, we often tend to forget his mistakes. It was her desire as well to have him which came out in the heat of the moment. I am not saying that she is going to forgive him or something like that; she will surely make him taste his own medicines but while writing the last two chapters, I was in a situation where I could neither write r@pe nor I wanted her to give in so easily with all that he has done to her. Now it was the need of th
I woke up to the chirping of the birds and the sunlight penetrating my eyes.Before I could open my eyes fully, I felt two strong arms wrapping me around, a leg draped across my waist, and a firm chest pressed against my back. We were now covered with duvets.My heart skipped a beat as the memories of the previous night flooded back. Meeting my brother, begging him on the feet, and then surrendering myself.We were skin to skin, and the intimacy of the moment was impossible to ignore. But as the events replayed in my mind, so did a wave of guilt and regret from the previous night. How could I react like a desperate girl?How could I forget the horrors and cruelties Damien had inflicted on my family, especially my innocent brother?How could I forget the darkness that surrounded him?How?My emotions are conflicted, torn between the pure love I once had for him in the past and the hatred that I now feel for him.I could feel tears pricking my eyes as soon as they opened. The reality of
He made me sit on the edge of the bathtub while he filled it with water.I closed my eyes, just trying to escape all this. There was silence all around except for the soft sound of running water. Closing my eyes only intensified the chaos, making it impossible to find the peace I so desperately needed and used to get inside me earlier.This is all because of the things I did yesterday.Suddenly I felt a presence beside me, which made me open my eyes and I found Damien giving me a toothbrush.Hesitantly, I took it from him because I needed it. He turned around while brushing his teeth and checked the temperature of the water before adding rose essence, which began to infuse the room with its sweet fragrance.Slowly, I stood up, and the way to the washbasin felt very long and difficult. My legs were wobbling and I could still feel the sting in between my thighs.A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw my reflection in the mirror. It was definitely not the girl that I knew. I could see th
"Release... Release my brother," I finally managed to utter, my voice quivering.His reaction was immediate and intense. His nose flared, his eyes narrowed at me, his jaw clenched, and his hold on my waist tightened so much that his nails dug sharply into my waist. I wanted to yell and tell him that he was hurting me but I saw no point in it.He was raging in a fire of anger and I was responsible for it. But was it going to stop me from saying what I wanted?No!I hesitated for a moment, gathering my courage once again."I need you to promise, Damien," I continued, my voice carrying the weight of my plea. "Promise that you will release my brother today. It's all I'm asking, and I swear he's inn..."Before I could even complete my words, he pushed me back. His reaction was swift and brutal. A violent push sent me sprawling backward, the edge of the bathtub colliding harshly with my body, and the pain shot through me."You never miss a chance to ruin my mood, do you?" He asked while I w
Since that day, I couldn't step out of the room, even when he left the house. Usually, I prefer staying out of the room when he is not home but that day, my restlessness kept me confined. I was going crazy.The situation I found myself in was overwhelming, pushing me to the brink. I realized I desperately needed help; the weight of it all threatened to drive me to the brink of madness.It's been more than two weeks since he kept the proposal of marriage in front of me and I haven't accepted it yet. My head is busy thinking about its consequences. He hasn't asked for it again because he wants me to accept it on my own without him forcing me to do so.I want my parents to meet Philip because this will not only give them immense happiness but also a ray of hope with which they can live their lives. My mother believes that Philip is still alive and she would be most happy to see him in front of her eyes. I longed to witness that moment, to see my parents' faces light up at the sight of the