Mr. President's Doted Wife!

[!!! WARNING/- SEXUAL ASSAULT!!!]

In the dark storeroom of the Conner Villa, sat huddled in a corner, the eldest daughter of the family, Grace with her knees pulled to her chest as he body trembled in fear.

Her bloodshot eyes stared at the wooden door, unblinking as tears streamed down her face. Her breath was coming out sharp and shallow as fear gripped her heart as it kept pounding inside her chest.

It was so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat, the room only buzzed with the ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat.

Before it was shattered with the door slamming open.

She cowered in fear- her stomach dropped when she laid her eyes on him- Adam Conner, her stepbrother. His looming figure by the door, with a flashlight in his hand, cast a terrifying shadow behind him.

She covered her mouth with her hand, praying he wouldn't notice her as he was drunk. But when had her prayers ever been answered? He noticed her, huddled in the corner of the room.

"Aw, little Grace is scared," Adam sneered, his voice dripping with mockery as he shone the flashlight directly at her.

She felt her heartbeat escalate as he stepped inside, locking the door behind him, his steps were unsteady but did nothing to calm the terror that gripped her heart. Grace pressed herself, further against the wall, wishing it would swallow her, so she could at least not become his prey again.

He stopped just a step away and crouched down, his leering face inches from hers. "Why so scared little muse? Aren't you delighted to see me?"

Disgust churned in her stomach as he reached out to touch her face. Instinctively, she slapped his hand away.

The retaliation earned her a harsh slap in return. Her head struck the wall with a sickening thud, leaving a faint trickle of blood running down her temple.

"You filthy slut!" He roared, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it hard. "Did my absence make you forget who is your master?!"

Grace cried out in pain but her cries only provoked another slap in return, harder than the first.

"Shh!" Adam hissed leaning close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her face. "Do you want me to remind you how this goes? Keep quiet or I will make sure you are dead by the time I am done with you."

Tears streamed down her face as she whimpered, "Adam, please.... don't. I'm begging you!"

But her pleas only fueled his lust, making him laugh manically.

"Oh, but I will, little muse," He said, setting the flashlight aside and grabbing her ankles with an iron-like grip.

"Adam! Stop! Please! I'm your sister!"She screamed, thrashing against him.

"You are nothing but a whore," he spat, dragging her closer as she kicked and clawed at him in an act of resistance. It only earned her more blows.

He loomed over her, his weight pressing down on her as he tore at her clothes with one hand while he gripped her wrists with one, over her head. In a matter of seconds, her top was torn, revealing her chest covered in a bra.

The flashlight's beam illuminated his twisted smirk, making him look like the monster he truly was.

"Every night that I was with a woman, I imagined it was you," he murmured, his voice dripping with vile satisfaction and lust, "but they don't come even close to this."

He pressed his nose in the crook of her neck, smelling her scent and then licked the same place with his tongue that felt like nails scratching against her skin. She could feel the bulge in his pants that kept rubbing on her thighs.

Grace felt bile rise in her throat. Her vision blurred from the throbbing pain in her head and the relentless blows she endured. She knew she only had a couple of minutes to act, or it would all be over for her.

She could only trust herself to get out of his clutch as her screams were futile, knowing the family had left for an event and the servants in the house were as good as mute when it came to standing for her.

She continued to resist for a few unsuccessful seconds before she summoned every ounce of her remaining strength and went still.

Adam paused his acts, frowning. "Playing dead?" He sneered, slapping her across the face twice.

When she didn't react, he smirked, "Nice try, little muse. Do you take me as a fool?"

He slid his free hand lower down her body until it was over her covered womanhood. He caressed the place over her jeans, but she didn't react.

Adam brought his palm over her covered breasts, she stayed still.

He smirked, "It would have been nice if you were awake. But I am not going to complain; I am still going to enjoy every second of this," He murmured, his voice low and heavy with lust. "I'm here for good, little muse. I will have you every night from now on."

Adam leaned down, licking, the column of her throat, his grip on her wrists slackening.

He loses himself in the moment as lust and other feelings consume him, letting his guard down, he releases her wrists to have his hand work on his pants.

Believing her unconscious, he finally let go.

Grace's fingers slowly inched towards the broken leg of a chair nearby, which had iron nails protruding from one end. Her trembling hand closes around the jagged wood, and grips on it tightly, waiting for the right moment to strike.

As Adam fumbled with his belt, his focus entirely on it, she saw the chance and struck him with all her might.

She gripped the makeshift weapon and in one swift motion, slammed it across the side of his head. The iron nails dug into his skin drawing out thick crimson blood. He reeled back, clutching his bloody head as he looked at her with a mixture of shock and fury.

"You little--!" He roared, coming down at her.

For a second, she thought she had failed until his body went limp collapsing onto the floor beside her.

The room washed in silence once more, and only her ragged breathing could be heard.