Night Of Misery

Emma could feel him even before she saw him. His alluring cologne, the warmth of his body, the intensity of his stare on her back. 

A wave of shivers traveled down her spine as she heard the faint click of the lock. The poor girl stiffened knowing what awaited her. Soon his footsteps grew louder and her heart began to beat faster. 

As she heard the subtle rustle of his clothes, she clasped the expensive fabric of her dress a little too tightly in nervousness. He was getting undressed. Her body tensed, hazel eyes shut in sheer dread. 

She didn't dare to look back. She couldn't! 

Kevin took off his coat and unbutton the top buttons of his white shirt, his bluish gray eyes keenly taking in her details as he tossed his black coat along with the bow on the couch. 

She was standing near the window, still wearing her wedding gown in which she looked more angelic and appealing. His gaze traced the gentle curve of her back, skimming down to linger on the alluring contours of her waist and curvaceous hips. 

No doubt she was looking like a fucking goddess in that dress but Kevin wanted to see it off her body. He preferred to see her wearing nothing, but his marks and fuck this thought alone gave him a hard-on. 

Kevin poked his inner cheek with his tongue as he sat on the couch and observed her vague reflection in the glass window. 

Although she hadn't yet turned around, her nervous instincts depicted that she was aware of his presence. Kevin poured himself one of his finest wines and raised the wine glass to his lips, eyeing her reflection in the glass window once again. 

She was squeezing her eyes shut, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip. His gaze was then drawn to her clenched fists and the slight tremble of her arms. He could sense her fear. 

Reading her was never a task for him. 

Kevin waited for her to turn around but she didn't. Was she aware that he was watching her?

Observing her nervousness and timid actions, Kevin's smirk grew. She was too innocent and naive for someone as depraved as him. 

"Come here," the man said in his deep, velvety voice, effortlessly filling the silence and saw how her breaths fastened and her teeth sunk even deeper into her lower lip. 

Emma squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the worst. He's going to take her. He was going to ruin her.

She knew her efforts against him would be futile, she couldn't stop him today. He would not stop, he would claim her. After all, this was the sole reason he created all the chaos and made her life a living hell. 

Despite being aware of all of this, Emma couldn't bring herself to accept the harsh reality of her fate. She couldn't accept the fact that she sold herself to him. 

With her body frozen in place, she stood there, grappling with the weight of her decision.

"Stop testing my patience, Emmeline. I don't have much. Come here," he snarled, his piercing gray eyes simmering with both anger and desire. 

Despite his command, she remained rooted in place. God, she's scared.

"Now!"

Emma flinched. Her fearful eyes met his bluish gray as she slowly turned around. He was sitting near the bar wearing no coat or tie, and even his shirt was completely unbuttoned, allowing a vivid view of his muscular torso. 

Emma lowered her gaze and walked towards him while holding her white dress, whose length made it difficult for her to move. 

Kevin's lips curled up into a devious smirk. He was unequivocally pleased with how she obeyed him. Her eyes were downcast. She couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes. Moments later, she was standing in front of him.

"Sit!"

Unintentionally biting her lip, Emma glanced towards the chair adjacent to his seat, but before she could act on her thoughts, he spoke again as if he already knew what she was contemplating. 

"On me!" he let out and spread his muscular thighs. 

Emma's eyes widened and her lips parted in shock. His demand was obscene. It was downright vulgar. 

She looked at him, her muscles tensing at the way he was looking at her. For a brief second, there was a tense silence as they both stared at each other.

"I don't like repeating myself," Kevin warned, voice changing from deep to threatening. His patience was on the verge of shattering. "Sit down, Emmeline!" 

Emma swallowed, her insides trembling at the way he addressed her. It was as if he owned her. But it was a bitter reality that he actually owned her. 

His voice was so deep and commanding that it made her body to shiver and her throat went dry. Blinking back her tears and gulping down her shame and pride, Emma lowered her body and sat on his thigh, making sure her weight was on her toes. It was a gullible attempt to avoid sitting on him but he seemed to have sensed her intentions.

Kevin shook his head letting out a sinister chuckle and pulled her higher, placing her butt right on his crotch. A low growl left his lips as her butt brushed against his cock. 

Emma yelped in panic, her hazel eyes widening at the realization, and she struggled to get up but his arm curled around her tiny waist securely not letting her move. 

"Relax, will ya?" Kevin warned in a low, commanding voice, his warm breaths—a rich blend of mint and wine— delicately caressing her neck. Leaning in, he pressed his moist lips on her earlobe making her squirm in his hold. "Be a good girl for me."

His voice was very deep, raspy. 

Emma fought the choking sensation in the back of her throat and clenched her dress hard. This was extremely humiliating. How did her fate lead her here? 

She was close to tears, but her pride refused to crumble in front of him.

"You can't own me,' remember these words?" Kevin husked and arched his thick brows, the gesture itself alluring. Even though his tone was calm, his words managed to hurt her deeply. 

How could she forget this? 

Those words were hers. The memories came flooding into her mind when she challenged him that his money can't buy her. But today, she was sold to him. 

He had bought her freedom, her dreams, and her dignity. 

"Now look at who you belong to, Emmeline Smith."

Her name intertwined with his sounded wonderful to him. It was like music, but better. However, it hurt her deeply. She knew he was taunting her, purposefully trampling all over her bruised pride. 

Emma stayed quiet. She had nothing to say.

Kevin cocked his head and stared into her downcast eyes."Look at me!" 

She didn't or rather she couldn't and smothered a sob not being able to endure what he was putting her through. Nothing came out of her mouth. No words. No sound. 

She felt small and weak under his intense gaze. Emma sat there with her head bowed down and eyes filled with tears, unable to look up even for a second. Oh how much she wished she could disappear somewhere and never see him again, but she was completely helpless under his stronghold.

Kevin clenched his jaws seeing her not responding but took his time looking at her closed eyes and quivering rosy lips wondering what seriously made him want her. She was quite young and exuded an unexplainable innocence. 

But then again, it was her innocence that made him want her more. The desire to have her beneath him trembling was driving him insane. 

He gently caressed her cheek with his knuckles before reaching into her hair and loosening her bun. Her silky locks spread across her bare shoulders in seconds, capturing his attention. Kevin lowered his head and sniffed her floral scent. It was calming him down strangely. 

"Are you still unaware of the situation you're in?" Kevin asked, sensing her reluctance. She was awfully quiet today. 

After saying that unwilling 'I do' she hadn't uttered a single word since. 

Emma nibbled on her lips and squeezed her eyes, not wanting to cry in front of him. She had no choice but to stay silent and let him do as he pleased.

'You chose it!'

'You chose the pain.'

'I own you.'

'I might take a life as well.'

His threats repeated in her mind over and over again. Despite her best efforts, tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt his fingers touching her most intimate parts. 

She wanted to stop him, yet she couldn't. He had successfully caged her in his invisible chains of threats and terrors. She was bound to obey him to keep her family safe.

Kevin leaned in, rather desperately and grabbed her lips with his, slowly moving his to taste her sweetness. His fingers squeezed her waist as he caught her bottom lip between his lips and sucked on it.

Emma whimpered in his mouth but didn't let him inside nor the kiss was reciprocated by her.

After a short while, he drew back and looked at her. Her cheeks were the brightest shade of red, and her eyes were moistened. But he didn't give a damn. He leaned in once more. 

Her delicate fingers clenched his shirt tightly when he brushed his hand on the underside of her breast and gave it a hard squeeze gaining entry into her mouth. A couple of tears cascaded down her eyes due to his roughness but he couldn't care less. 

His desire for her was like an insatiable hunger. The things he had been fantasizing about were nothing compared to what he was feeling right now. It was pure bliss.

 

Kevin's kisses gently trailed down her jawline and onto her neck, sniffing her intoxicating sweet scent all the while. He could feel her shaking and sobbing but he couldn't stop himself. 

Not today! He had waited enough for her.

His frantic kisses eventually came to a halt feeling the cold sensation of the diamond necklace she wore. With his head still nestled in her neck, he gently unclasped the necklace, placed it on the counter and kissed her neck again, this time with much fervor. 

Her vulnerability was making him go insane.

Emma clenched her dress. She was not comfortable at all because he wasn't making her comfortable. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt her knees getting weaker. 

She was still seated on Kevin's thigh when his hands began to undress her slowly. Before pulling back and holding her zipper, his hand briefly brushed against the sides of her breasts. 

Flickers of terror were visible in her eyes as he brought her zipper down slowly. Very slowly. His fingers fumbled over her neckline but before he could drag it down, and expose her chest, Emma panicked and got off his lap. Her breaths were painfully fast.

 

Kevin stood up too, enraged, and grabbed her by her waist, pulling her in. "Dare to push me again and I swear I'll take you in every fucking way. I'll show you hell," his voice changed from deep to threatening. 

Emma winced in fear, her dry throat couldn't help but move up and down, bound fully to contain her sobs inside."You are my wife. This is what you signed up for. Bear it!" 

Emma was aware of it. It was her decision. She chose to lose herself rather than her loved ones. Still, her heart was aching. 

"N-no," she let out meekly, her heart seemingly reluctant to accept it. 

Words seemed feeble in situations like these, it was hard to stand in front of him knowing his sinful intentions. Her breathing became more rapid and erratic. She tried to put her arms between them as her breasts were continuously rubbing against his skin but it enraged him. 

For a split second, his eyes grew darker, it seemed like burning in a fury that could turn everything into ashes.

Kevin took a very sharp breath to control himself. Her denial was pushing him off the limit. He had never waited for someone as much as he did for her. And now there's no going back.

"No?" He raised an eyebrow as he posed the question, his tone implying he was daring her to oppose him. Kevin looked to the side, smirking before he roughly shoved her against the wall and pressed his warm body against her.

"You don't get it, do you?" His gaze grew intense."Have you forgotten how you undressed yourself here and begged me to fuck you?"  

Kevin growled but all he heard in response was her muffled whimpers. 

She was breaking!

"You are mine, Emmeline. The moment you signed those papers, you became mine. I can do whatever the fuck I want with you," he rasped earning another whimper from her due to his firm hold on her waist. 

His words were repeating over and over again in her mind, blurring her vision.

"You belong to me!"

He tightened his grip on her back pulling her more snugly into his embrace, her soft mounds pressed against his muscular chest once again. The more she squirmed, the more his hold got tighter. "And I have every fucking right to take what's mine."

"It's time," he breathed on her lips. "Let me show you how I mark my things," with that, his other hand held her waist, lifting her off the ground with ease he moved over to the bed and dropped her down on the white sheets.

He's going to claim her, he's going to consummate the marriage that meant nothing more to him than caging her and asserting his dominance. 

The moment her big eyes full of fear and vulnerability met his, dark desires to destroy her innocence surged through his veins. 

Kevin knew her consent was dubious, or maybe there was none at all but he couldn't control himself any longer. 

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. 

The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably.

She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.