Prologue

I heard something banging against the headboard, they were rings securing rope which was going to be on me? was he going to tie me? “Brandon, wh-what are you doing?” I objected, got up with a strained face but he pushed my chest and I fell back on the mattress, he hastily tied my limbs with each side of the bed. 

My legs were spread in front of him, “Brandon, this is not going right, we didn’t agree on this!” I protested but he wasn’t paying attention to what I had to complain about. 

“Keep this mouth good for sucking my dick,” He grumbled and attacked my mouth, leaving me wide-eyed. He was imposing himself on me after making me pathetically uncomfortable. I tried to move against him but he was pinning his body on me. It felt like he was sucking my soul, my thoughts were running wild, I couldn’t think of one thing at once, but the top thought was he would kill me. 

It made me think that he would take revenge on me on the behalf of my husband. Was it all a trap for me? Was he a friend of Liam? No, It can’t be. He cursed him on call in front of me, he can’t be friends with a gangster, he wasn’t that type of a man, he carried a suitable reputation in that part of the world. 

Brandon slipped down to my neck, sucking my skin and trapping it between his teeth. I cried when his teeth pierced my skin, I was forced to move my hands but they only repelled to stay where they were. 

“Baby, it hurts, you’re scaring me,” I said, my heart was blown away. I couldn’t remain in my senses anymore, the pain and the fear were overwhelming enough to make me go consciously senseless.  

“Brandon, please!” He didn’t listen to me once. 

Before I could get a chance to cry again, he wildly inserted his tip inside of my tight hole, I moaned in pain, a tear left my eye because it was becoming unmanageable for me, he shoved forward while I arched my back and moved upwards to dwindle the instant pain. 

He flickered inside me, compensating with my walls as I tried to steady my breath and prepared for anything he could do to me right now. 

Again he thrust deep and I oppositely moved against him, his mouth was still stuck to the other side of my neck that trailed down and got my breast, one of his hands ascended to my hair and he fisted them brutally. I hissed when my hair was getting pulled along with sucking and shoving inside me. 

It was getting too unbearable that I thought I wouldn’t be able to survive tonight. 

Instantly, my mind worked and I remembered Brandon’s words, The colour red was my safe word. 

The thought subsided when I heard Brandon growling while speeding up to the extent that could tear my whole intestine, I gasped loudly and shouted, “RED! RED! DAMNIT RED!”  I couldn’t control my sobs any longer, they were coming out without my permission. 

And Thank God, I could say it worked. 

He slowed down and eventually stopped. 

I didn’t plan this going on like that. He was keen on killing me. Was he the Brandon I knew? 

Because I don’t think so.