Se connecter“You bitch!”Natasha. I should have known she wouldn't be far off. “Natasha, what the fuck?!” Richard yelled, rushing to cover me with his jacket. I held the jacket tight, staring at her while she glared at me with her chest heaving, tears in her eyes.“You’re a whore, you know that?” she snarled. “Fucking someone’s man when you’re married!”“We ended things!” Richard yelled, his face growing red from anger. I’ve never seen him look so angry before. He looked like he could snap her neck right now. “Things are done between us, Natasha. When will that get into your head?”She looked away from me, her head whipping to him. “Never. You said we were done, but I never agreed. I never did!”I said nothing, just sat still and watched them, feeling nothing. The sex was… it was good, but it was only a temporary solution. When the euphoria passed, the screams returned, and Natasha being here wasn't helping. “You.” She turned to me. “I always knew you were a loose thing. I knew that your innoce
This was exactly what I needed: Richard letting go of control and restraint. Richard, with that dark look in his eyes, fucking my throat like he wanted to choke me with his dick. He grabbed my hair with both hands, panting as he slammed his dick into my mouth over and over, his balls hitting my jaw. I gagged over and over again, my eyes watering, tears flowing. “You wanted to be treated like a slut, didn't you?” he groaned, his voice breaking into a moan. “You… fuck. You wanted me to use you. Why the tears, my love? Is it too much for you? Are you choking?” But he didn't sound a bit remorseful or like he was planning to stop, and that made me so wet that I had to clench my thighs together. “Relax your throat. Let me go deeper.”My eyes widened. D-deeper? “Come on, Bella. Didn't you say you were a slut? So be a good slut and open wider for me.”Has Richard always been like this? No. No, he wasn't like this with me in the past. So did he just learn this, or was he keeping this side
ISABELLAIt was painful. The emotional pain felt too physical. It felt like knives digging into my flesh. It felt like I was being tied to a car and dragged on the floor. My heart… every beat was torment. Maybe it should just stop and spare me from this anguish. I can't… I can't deal with any of this. I wanted to shut down completely and not feel anything. I wanted even the slightest bit of relief. I wanted to forget. I didn't want to feel, and staying in that house made me feel, and the pain became unbearable. It felt like the air was laced with glass, and every breath I drew was excruciating. My vision was blurry. My heart was racing so fast that I had hoped it would stop. So I had to leave. I needed to get away from them, from it all. I wanted to run away, run until my legs give out, and I become numb. I wanted to scream until my throat bled. I wanted to pull my hair out. I wanted to rage and curse.Why me? What did I do to deserve such cruelty? I’ve never committed any crime in
RICHARDAfter I left that day, I couldn't sleep, couldn't focus on work. I couldn't really tell how I was feeling. Pissed? Pained? I couldn't tell. And then, as I was sorting through my complicated emotions, a small seed appeared in my head. Just a tiny one, and then it whispered to me, “Maybe there is space for you in there?”I tried to shake it off, but it took root and grew and grew until I couldn't help myself. I thought to myself that I would go see her, fall on my knees, and beg. I told myself I would do anything to have her forgive me. I needed her back in my life. I needed her like I needed to breathe. I needed the order she brought to my life. The peace that used to surround my home. I missed coming back home to her smile and warmth. I missed sitting at the dining table with her. I missed how she looked up at me when I made love to her. How she wraps her arms around me, drawing me to her chest, and I could feel her heart racing, and both our hearts would sync.I had all that
LEONARDOWhen I lost my wife, the pain I felt was quiet. It was like a light just went out in me, and everything became dark and silent. And when I buried her, I buried that light along with her. There was no piercing pain in my chest as I watched her get lowered into the ground. There was only quiet rage and sadness, the type that sticks to you like gum, never leaving your side. But right now, there was nothing quiet about the pain in my chest. There was no numbness or darkness. The pain I was feeling as Isabella sobbed into my chest was like a barbed wire around my neck, the sharp ends digging in deeper anytime I drew breath. The pain I was feeling was like a rope wrapped around me, growing tighter with every crack in her voice, with every drop of tears that slipped out of her eyes.“Please, no!” she sobbed, her voice hoarse, and yet she kept screaming, hitting my chest over and over again. “Please! I can’t! I can’t!”How do I take her pain away? How do I make it all go away? How d
“Cordella!” I bellowed as soon as I stepped into the house. All the househelps were gathered in the main room, all shaken. They all saw what happened. They witnessed the horror. Cordella stepped out of the shadow like she always does, but this time, she didn't have that look of confidence. This time, this smell of fear was coming off her in waves.“I didn't do it,” she said, shaking her head, her voice breaking.I tilted my head. “Oh? Do what, Cordella?”“I-I don’t know, but I know you’re about to accuse me of something, but I didn't do it, Alexander.”I had to force myself to stand still, not just to lunge forward and snap her neck. I just needed to ask a question first. “Why?”“I didn't do it,” she repeated. This time, her entire body was shaking.I exhaled, running my hand through my hair. “I’ll ask you again, Cordella: fucking why?”But she just kept shaking her head. “I didn't–”Her words ended in a choked gasp as I shot forward and grabbed her neck, lifting her off the floor. G







