Chapter 49

Lillian

He gagged my mouth with a cloth. All my screams of agony died down in the material. I was shaking violently, trying to ease the pain from where the knife stuck out of my flesh.

  He pulled out the knife, with blood dripping from it and then ran his tongue over the small blade, licking my blood.

He tore off my clothes, leaving me half-naked. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't move my limbs. My limbs were paralyzed from fear.

He cleaned the wound on the side of my stomach. It wasn't deep, not too wide either, just like a razor cut.

  He applied tissue glue and Bandaid to the cut skin." Take off the bandaid after your bath. If you're asked, say you cut yourself with a razor while shaving."

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed. I didn't want to go through this again. I can't go through the pain again.

He gently helped me put on a new dress, the same as the one I had on earlier.

"Shush, don't cry. You know what happens when you go against me." He whispered in my ears.

My entire being pulsed. I could do nothing but nod.

He pressed a kiss on my forehead." I'll see you soon. Don't make me wait too long."

And then he got up, fixed his tux and left.

He had this planned out; everything was carefully orchestrated by him. He was a master planner after all. This only meant that he had been watching me.

I thought I was safe here. I thought I had managed to run as far as possible from him but he still found me.

I dragged myself to the bathroom, my side arching badly.

My skin was drained of all colours, deathly pale. I was breathing heavily as I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror.

I see my younger self. The miserable, wretched girl who the world doesn't care about.

My face was smudged with tears and make-up.

I washed my face and dried it. Putting on a simple smile, I walked out of the room like I didn't just get stabbed.

My eyes searched through the crowd. He was nowhere to be found. He must have sneaked in.

 

The ceremony came to an end almost at midnight and I retired to bed.

Zayden wasn't in the room when I entered and I was grateful.

I quickly took a bath, observing the wound on my side. The tissue glue made it less noticeable.

By the time I got out of the bathroom, Zayden just walked in.

He looked haggard, until he stumbled, trying to find his way to the bed.

I ran over to him." Zayden, what's wrong?"

His face was red, his lips bright pink and his eyes half closed.

He reeked of alcohol.

He attempted to take another step but nearly fell to the ground.

" Since when did you start drinking," I yelled, helping him to the king-sized bed.

He Collapsed with a thud, groaning as I took off his shoes.

" Why did you drink?" I asked, removing his tux.

" It feels nice to sleep without pills for once." He spoke, his voice rough.

I raised a brow, confusion on my face. I finally managed to take off his tux and button-up shirt and only removed his belt so that he could have some relief.

" Don't leave me." He suddenly spoke and I paused in my actions.

He grabbed my hand, his eyes half opened." Please don't leave me."

My lips were dried, not knowing what to say." I'm sorry." Guilt weighed down on me like an anchor.

My chest tugged painfully.

He sighed heavily." I don't want to be alone again, don't leave me, please."

A lump formed in my throat, my chest tightening beneath my ribcage. He was begging. Sadness was evident in his voice as he spoke.

" You're not alone, you've never been," I assured him.

His face fell." I am. I've been alone since my mother died."

My body tensed. Memories of all that Aiden showed me came rushing into my mind.

If I wanted to confirm the truth, then this was my chance. So I choose my words carefully, hopefully, when he wakes up tomorrow, he'll forget everything.

I brushed his thick hair away from his face." Your mum, how did she die?"

I held my breath, waiting for him to answer.

It took a few seconds before he spoke sluggishly." I...I don't know."

I frowned, not satisfied with his answer. Maybe the alcohol was messing with his brain.

Sighing, I decided to try something else.

" Don't say you're alone, you have friends," I assured him, running my hands through his hair.

I felt his muscles, relax " I don't, I never did. I lived in that house alone, he locked me there."

I creased my brows, trying to put the pieces together but I was still flummoxed. 

What house was he referring to?

I then realized that I knew nothing about him. Absolutely nothing.

I decided to try another question so I spoke." What about Sage? Did you.."

I paused, unable to continue. My mouth felt dried and I felt conflicted.

" Did you rape her?"

He suddenly chuckled." We simply fucked."

A feeling of disgust and anger suddenly welled up in my chest. But that feeling of slight relief was a bit satisfying.

I couldn't tell if he was lying or not but people tend to speak the truth when they're intoxicated.

I should have asked him when he was sober, but knowing Zayden, he wouldn't give me an answer, and I was too scared to know the truth.

He shifted and lay on his side. His eyes are boring into mine." Don't go."

I stared back at his grey orbs, my heart hammering in my chest. I can't, or Tyrell will come for me. This time he would go all out.

I was scared of what he'd do to me, what he'd do to him, too.

" I won't." I lied.

He grinned, and then suddenly, he flipped me over. He was now towering above me on the bed with my body underneath him.

I gasped, my heart racing erratically." What are you doing?"

His hands reached for my shorts." You're getting fucked today. I'm fucking you right now and I'm not going to hold back."

Heat rose to my face, my inner thighs clenching. I have no reason to say no. Plus, I wanted this; my body shamelessly wanted this.

  Our marriage was already on paper even before the wedding. I had condoms with me so nothing was holding me back anymore.

I weighed my decision real quick as he slid my shorts down my legs. Sex was a good way to get your mind off things and release stress. At least I get to have some fun before going back to my miserable life.

Next, he removed my oversized t-shirt, exposing my bare breasts.

I suddenly felt self-conscious, not because of him but the cut on my side. I silently prayed he didn't notice it.

His hands cupped my breast and I couldn't help it. I arched my back.

" So soft." He whispered before biting on my peak.

I hissed in pain." Not so hard!"

He chucked, his movements wavy. He replaced his teeth with his tongue, sucking on my nipple like a hungry beast.

I could already feel the wetness building in between my legs.

  I moaned as I felt him slide a finger inside my wet entrance.

" I want you hot and slippery." He cooed." Be a good girl and make more juices."

My thighs jerked as he hit a sensitive spot. I already spread my legs wide on the bed, giving him more access.

  He sucked on my breast some more before sliding down, replacing his finger with his tongue.

" AHH, yes!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around his neck.

" Oh, don't stop." I reached down to grab his hair, forcing his face deep into my entrance.

He was sucking, biting and licking, sending a mixture of pain and sweet pleasure through my nerves."

I slide both hands down, using my fingers to part my pussy as wide as it can go while raising both legs to the ceiling.

His tongue went deep and I moaned louder, pleasure blinding all my senses.

I arched my back, feeling the pleasure gathering in my toes.

He grabbed my legs and bent them so that my knees were pressed against my chest.

" You taste like honey." He grunted.

I was no longer moaning; I started screaming; the pleasure was just so much that I couldn't help it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the pleasure kicked in full force. My whole body is jerking from the aftermath.

I was still in the high when he unzipped his pants and let it fall to his legs

I could see his erection through his boxers hot and throbbing. My vision was still blurry from the ecstasy.

He spread my legs apart and positioned himself at my entrance.

I sucked in a breath as I felt his length graze my wet pussy.

I completely forgot about the condom, the only thing occupying my mind right now was him fucking me so hard.

He flicked his tip on my clitoris and a loud moan escaped my lips.

I spread my legs some more, wanting to feel every inch of me filled to the brim. He placed both hands on my knees and spread my legs on either side of the bed such that I was almost doing the splits.

  I took a breath, waiting for him to penetrate me.

His grip on my knees suddenly loosened, and I looked up just in time to find his eyes falling close, and then he collapsed on top of me.

I remained still, trying to understand what just happened.

It was not until I heard him snore that the realization dawned on me.