Lahat ng Kabanata ng Serpentine Desires : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

She winced and I let my lips curl. The defiance, the fire, and the burning rage in her eyes turned me on. How much I’d love to stomp on the remnants of her courage. The brave face she put forward though she was nothing.Eyes fervently locked on mine, refusing to look away. Brave little thing, but I could see the fear hiding behind that defiance. It thrilled me and sent a shiver down my spine. Hell, I wanted to break her.I leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating off her trembling body. Her scent filled my nostrils—fear and something else. Something sweeter. I could almost taste it. My tongue traced my lips, savouring the thought of what was to come.“Still fighting?” I whispered, letting my breath tickle her ear. Her eyes widened slightly, just a flicker, but I caught it. She was scared, oh yes, but still trying to hold on. Pathetic. Beautiful. She didn’t know that resistance made it all the more enjoyable.I brushed my fingers down her cheek, feeling her flinch under my touch. S

I was squirming, fidgeting, doing everything in my power not to open the door and jump out of the car. The urge to flee was overwhelming like a primal instinct screaming at me to escape while I still could. But I couldn’t.Kyle was driving and I sneaked a glance at his knuckles, white on the steering wheel, jaw clenched in barely contained anger. He was pissed—pissed as hell—because I’d made him wait an extra ten minutes. And now he was taking it out on the road driving the car with reckless speed.I hated it. Hated how I was obeying Judas, how I was letting fear dictate my every move. But what choice did I have? I wanted to ask Kyle about Judas’s mood, wanted to know if there was even the slightest chance I could beg for mercy, plead on my knees for him to spare me. But the words stuck in my throat, tangled with fear and dread. I couldn’t ask. Not with Kyle like this, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. Yabe he’d himself push me out the car if I get on his nerves.These me

I struggled against his grip, but he was too strong manhandling me with ease as he shoved me down, bending me over the edge of the bed. Panic surged through me, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.One hand forced open my legs as he pressed against me. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this?”Shut up, you brute.The alcohol in me was making me brave but still, I couldn’t let the words on my tongue. “No!” I cried out, trying to twist away to no avail. But deep down, I knew it was futile. After what happened last time, I should’ve been on my best behaviour, should’ve dug a hole somewhere and stay there for the rest of my life, but I had to let my frustration get the better of me and I decided not to wear what he sent for me.If I would’ve worn the lingerie, he wouldn’t be this mad.He tugged my hips back, forcing me to feel every inch of his hardness against my entrance. He was so big… too big… and that’s when I realised I was shaking my head, sti

A groan left my mouth and pain wrapped around me like an old, familiar shroud, something that felt like my body had been stung by thousands of needles. I didn’t need to see the bruises blooming across my skin to know they were there, didn’t need to touch the tender, aching spots to feel the damage beneath.It was as if I’d been shattered and the pieces of me scattered were irreparable.For a momentary second, I clung to the hope that it was just a nightmare—some twisted figment of my imagination. But the cold, stark reality settled in like ice in my veins as I felt soft velvety sheets under me. Cold air hit my skin and the more I tried to open my eyes, the worse my headache got.To my terror, my surroundings were suffocatingly quiet, the kind of silence that pressed down on your chest until you could barely breathe.My body screamed with every subtle movement, muscles stiff and brutally torn protesting even the smallest shift.With difficulty, I pried my eyes open and the ache in my b

I scrubbed the sweat and his heat off me. My skin was raw, but I couldn’t stop. The water was scalding, almost unbearable, but it didn’t matter. It could never be hot enough to burn away what he’d left on me. I hated how his scent still clung to me, the disgusting yet rich aroma of cigars and something that exclusively belonged to him.The insatiable man didn’t stop. Not even when I begged or when the room was spinning and my vision blurred at the edges from exhaustion.I could barely keep my eyes open, but the adrenaline kept me going, the haunting realisation he wouldn’t stop even if I lost consciousness.I trembled as I sank deeper into the tub, the water raised to my chin but the heat did nothing to soothe the ache that settled in my bones. My fingers trembled as I rubbed the soap over my skin, scrubbing harder, desperate to erase every trace of him. But he was etched into my blood.He was a fiend. An insatiable beast. The bastard didn’t just take—he devoured. I didn’t have to loo