Humiliation and apologies 2

One more curse .....even one more Elle from that disgusting mouth of yours and I swear you will regret the day you married me!"

His angry orbs were like a certificate to his promise.

There was darkness in them which was forcing her to adhere to his threats.

Her breathing was getting heavy as his palm was tightly pressed on her mouth.

Her tiny fists were hitting his broad chest but they were nothing except useless struggles.

All her anger was getting directed towards his chests but still, he didn't even take a step back from her.

Instead, he moved forward challenging her to give her best.

She managed to bite his palm that was trapping her breath but he refused to show any pain.

His grip remained.

Frustrated from her inability to inflict pain on him she moved to bite his wrist continuously.

The marks of her teeth were decorating his wrist in a circle as he stood there accepting now her physical anger.

Tired, frustr