[MATURE CONTENT 21+] I'm not sure if I'm here, at the moment, I don't know if I'm screaming or begging him to stop as the weight of his hands on my back feels more apparent. Maybe I'm just helplessly drowning in my despair with only silent tears running down my face. Nothing matters because even my mind could not wander off and protect me for long enough to silently surrender to a horrific situation. "You lied to me, You lied to me! You said you wouldn't do this if I " The words slip away as I sob and cry out in pain. "Hm..”" Alejandro lets out a breathless chuckle, "I did?"One of his hands leaves my hip, reaching down to wrap around my throat, forcing my back into an arch so I'm faced with the reflection of myself in the mirror. It is so I can watch the deranged, lustful look in his eyes as he roughly thrusts himself in and out of me while choking me against his hand at my throat.This is cruel. This is disgusting. This is shameful. But it makes Alejandro smile in pleasure, in pride, that he's able to break me and bend me into his will. "I believe I said that I was fine if you wanted to wait, " he admits. "However, I never said how long. "The reflection of myself in the mirror is someone unrecognisable; she's broken, and angry. I can see my eyes darken in misery, in hatred. The mirror also provides me with Alejandro's expression, filled with contentment and satisfaction. "I HATE YOU," I spit out with every inch of dignity that I may have left. The statement left no mark on Alejandro, instead, he thrusts into me harder, making me cry out but I didn't care, not anymore.
View Morethis is the (more or less) tragic ending I originally had in mind before changing it due to popular demand! Enjoy (or sob idk 💀- - - A L E J A N D R O Regrets.Something I never expected to feel.I watched the dark blood seep through her clothes staining them the color of death. Her eyes slowly draining any little life it had left as she begged for my mercy. She begged me to put an end to her misery, begged me to drive my knife through her chest. She did once tell me her favorite flowers were white roses but here I stained them red, disappointing her one last time before she runs away from me.Regrets.More regrets.But now here I am, dressed in black standing in front of the only person I gave a shit about."It would be appalling to ask for your forgiveness now, wouldn't it, Zara?" I grip the flowers in my hand. "Say, what do you think about my suit?" I stand back to give her a full view of it. "Does seeing me dressed like this still make you smile?"Silence.I smooth down the wr
"Fuck, Yasmeen. Take it off," he demands."Patience, my king," I giggle.I start to leave a trail of kisses down the center as I pull down his boxers. Once it's completely off, his sizeable erect cock springs out in front of me."I see the big guy has missed me," I trace a finger down his length."You have no fucking idea," he grins, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I want to watch you shove my dick down your throat.""Your wish is my command," I say as slide out of the bed. I position myself in between his legs on my knees before taking his cock into my mouth, wetting it with my saliva.Marcus throws his head back, gripping my hair and occasionally pulling and pushing his cock deeper into my throat."Fuck, Yasmeen. Deeper, go deeper. Let me feel that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock," he groans.I do as he asks and takes in as much of him as I can into my mouth. My hands simultaneously get him off as my tongue and mouth work around the tip."Look at me," he demands. "Look
Y A S M E E N Marital bliss only lasts so long before we go back to being normal. Marcus only let it last a couple of days before he dashed out, working his usual odd hours.But, God, is he so perfect? Just seeing him, even if it's just a glimpse, makes me giggle like a school girl. That man is all mine to devour whenever I please.With that being said, I've devoured him enough times yet I can never get enough of him. I'm always on a high around him yet he's so laid-back. A perfect match, I suppose?Nowadays, Zara is being watched like a hawk by Alejandro because she's a couple of months pregnant. This also means I get to spend less time with her because he barely ever leaves her side and I don't get to talk about the fun stuff while he's around.I've mentioned children to Marcus but he's definitely not ready and I'm totally fine with waiting because I'm very content with his full attention towards me right now.Maybe sometime in the future.Can you imagine? A little me running aroun
Five Years Later -"Liyana! Look! Papa's home!" I grin with relief as I carry a sleepy Alanna in my arms.Alejandro had been on a business trip for the last three days and it gets tough to care for the kids without him."Papa! Papa! Papa!" She runs with her hands up in the air, impatiently waiting for Alejandro to pick her up.Alejandro picks up Liyana and gives her cheek a kiss. "My beautiful Princess, how was your day?""Me and mama played!" She says excitedly. "We missed you!""Oh, that must've been tons of fun!" Alejandro says. "Look what I've brought for my girls," he holds up a big bag of toys, shaking it in front of Liyana.She squeals, grabbing the bag. "Papa's the best!" She gives him a tight hug, making my heart melt. This never gets old."Please keep your voice down, my Jaan [my life], your sister's trying to sleep," I say in a quieter tone.My sweet Liyana nods. She quickly slips out of Alejandro's arms and runs towards her room to play with her new toys in private to not
Z A R A "What's on your mind, my love?" Alejandro asks softly."Our wedding anniversary is coming up," I state."Is it, now?" There's a mischievous tone to his voice.He pulls me closer, and my back curls back against the chest."It is," I say slowly. "Can I ask for something?""You can ask for the stars, my love, and I'll find a way to present them to you," he murmurs against my ear, giving me goosebumps.Our relationship has been... as stable as a relationship can be with all the horrible things that happened to us in the past year.Of course, we fight. And I always—and will always—bring up the way he's hurt me in the past. There's no coming back from that and Alejandro has accepted that. He knows I'll bring it up whether on purpose or by accident because those events burned an unfixable hole in my heart. I may be able to forgive but I'll never be able to forget.8But he's trying, whether it's genuine effort or not, he is trying. We go to weekly therapy sessions to work on ourselves
M A R C U S "Alejandro's not at home," Zara says once she sees me at the door. "He'll be back soon, though. You're welcome to wait inside. I'm baking cookies!" I raise a brow, she's much cheerier than usual.The events that occurred a year ago have left a lot of us shaken up to this day. All of us took it hard but the women took it the hardest.Zara hasn't been wholeheartedly happy since then. I assume she just pretends to be okay a lot of the time. It's not hard to miss the lack of spark in her eyes.Sometimes, when she's with Alejandro, the spark does come back, very slightly but it's there. From what I heard from Charlotte, the couple has been going to regular therapy for their relationship for about a year now.I never saw Alejandro as a therapy guy but it's obvious he'd do anything to make Zara happy, she's his whole entire world.A twinge of jealousy arises through my chest. I chose Alejandro, but he chose Zara. But maybe it's not that, maybe that's not what's making me enviou
My tormentor is of the mafia-gangster genre telling tales about betrayal, cruel sex, and dark romance. Zara has been haunted by a man in her thoughts for a long time ago. And by the time she met her, she was tormented which puts her in a series of troubles. Good thing that Frank always finds her helpless and gives her safety. As Alejandro appears from nowhere, Zara gets caught in his cruel actions by disobeying his wants and desires. All she has ever experienced in his hands are roughness and savage pleasure. Will Zara ever get away from him?
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