Chapter Two

He strengthened the hold he had on her, so that worry turned into fear. Staring into the depths of his eyes she struggled against his hold,

"Let me go, Ronan. You're hurting me." she watched the emotions play in his eyes but couldn't quite put words to what she actually saw in his eyes,

Remorse? Could she have actually been seeking remorse or was that simply wishful thinking?

"Ronan?"

"Enough!" He cut out aggressively, and slammed her into a chair, then bending toward her he said to her harshly,

"Since you have decided to dress like a whore, then I will oblige you by treating you as one."

Her eyes grew wide as she struggled against Ronan, making awkward attempts to push him off her,

"No, Ronan! Get off me!" she said, as tears ran down her cheeks. He was her husband and she loved him and wanted nothing more than to be with him. But not like this, not in this manner that took away her will.

But he gave no room for what she actually wanted, and like a wild deranged beast, forced himself upon her,

"You want it, and don't worry doll face. I'm more than ready and willing to satisfy you."

"Ronan.." she cried, trying and failing at her attempt to push him off,

"This is what you always wanted from the start, is it not? Drugging me at the very beginning in an attempt to get under me?"

Her eyes grew wide with alarm,

Drugging him?

And then she blurted out in confusion, " Ronan, that was a long time ago and I can-"

But whatever she meant to say was blocked out by his mouth taking hers. She tried to resist him, but it was no use. He was stronger than she was, in every sense of the word.

And eventually, she felt herself disassociating from whatever it was he was doing to her. He was using her body for his pleasure. Taking without permission, until she no longer fought against him. Not because she was weak, and didn't have the claws to tear at him if only simply to make it harder for him to hurt her that way. but because although this was never the way she meant to be with him, regardless of the way he took her in such a beast-like manner with no control, the truth was that, she loved him. With everything she was. So even if it hurt her, she gave him her body. Ite was his for the feasting

She had met him for the first time when she was seven, and at seventeen, she had given him her heart without resolve.

And now...

Well now, she was his wife. She had been his wife for three years, and for those three years had never felt loved by him.

But she loved him, and it was because of that love that she felt herself stop and begin to soften underneath him, though once she had struggled.

But her softening only increased his contempt.

After several moments had passed, and he had satisfied himself with her body, he got off her. She felt another wave of tears coming, as every part of her body now felt sore.

But she found the strength to turn to him and look him in the face, and almost laughed at herself for expecting to see any kind of love. All she saw was hate and contempt.

"get yourself straightened up and come to my office. And you better not let me wait for you." he spat out.

No sweet kind whispers of love, she thought sadly. Nothing.

His suit was wrinkled, and his hair a bit disheveled, otherwise he still looked great. While, she lay there, like a little used doll.

"Just look at the state of you, Isabella." he mocked, "you looked like just what you are, a precious little whore.," he said derisively but didn't wait for her to speak. And so, Turning away from her, he left her office.

Her body hurt all over, but she managed to drag herself up to a sitting position, and then she wept.

Her body ached, but the ache of her body was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

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After her crying jag, she got up and stared down at her clothes. They were torn, and useless now. But then, she had a spare room. In the spare room, she found a gown to wear and took in the rest of the room. In it were also clothes that belonged to Ronan. Clothes that she had gotten for him, but he had never worn.

She shook her head. There was truly nothing right about their marriage.

Sucking in a breath, she left the spare room and went to meet her husband.

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"Come in." Ronan called out when there was a knock at his door, and in strode his wife, and the woman he detested the most.

She kept her eyes on him but didn't sit down. The office was an organized one, that showed the taste of the owner. It was her husband's office, and she was his secretary, but she had always felt out of place in it.

He looked at her like she was scum, as though he had not just ravaged every part of her body. But she would not cry, not again.

"you wanted to see me," she said calmly.

"Yes, I did." an odd smile spread across his lips, "she's back, Isabella."

Everything in Isabella’s body froze and she felt ill at ease, "Excuse me?"

"I said she's back. I hope you will by no means show up in her future, let alone make anyone aware of our relationship."