11: Ask For Mercy

Abby’s POV

“No, I’m sorry…”

"Don't ask for forgiveness…ask for mercy!"

"You asked for this, Abby," he growled as he pushed me to bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a soft sigh, and my lips were quivering in fear.

He quickly took off my dress, and I embraced myself in dread and said, "No, don't!"

As soon as he saw me crying out of fear, he stopped. I think he had been this rough with other women before, which is why he didn't mind punishing them with rough sex. He stood in front of me and sighed, "I'm going to tell you one thing! This is just a warning! If you disobey me again, I may not be able to stop myself!"

Then he took off his long sleeves and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower because I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted to devour me whole, and he was burning with desire and arousal but stopped himself from wanting me.

Why?

If he wants to, he can.

I closed my eyes and wrapped myself in the quilt. When he was done, I felt him come up be