The Bite If 87

"No! H'wag Alex! Parang-awa mo na! Nakikiusap ako! Pakawalan mo na 'ko! Palayain mo na ako! Hayaan no na akong makahinga!" "Ahhh! Fuck!" Tumilapon na lamang ako sa kama habang hawak ko ang mukha ko. Isang malakas na sampal ang natanggap ko mula sa asawa ko. Halos dumilim ang paningin ko. Para akong madismaya. My heart thuds painfully in my chest as my tears fall endlessly. Humahagulhol lamang ako sa pag-iyak. Bumubuhos ang mga luha ko. I shook my head terribly. Suddenly my eyes widened. My fears crawled on my throat. "H-Huwag Alex!" As I glowled in fear. As Alex ever did. He's a ruthless husband, a devil husband. Lagi niya akong pinapahirapan at sinasakal. I know he wants to suffer me after all. "No!" It will be worsen. It's fucking hell. Napagapang ako sa kama paatras. Nangangatog ang mga tuhod ko sa takot. I bite my nails. I'm screaming in pain. I shook my head. Everything went dark when Alex closed the door. Gusto kong sumigaw. Gusto kong humingi ng saklolo. Gusto kong tumakbo but I have nothing. Papatayin ako ni Alex kapag ginawa ko 'yon. Paparusahan niya ako. Agad akong naalarma nang makita kong papalapit sa akin si Alex. Nakahawak ito sa kaniyang sinturon. Hinuhubad niya ito mula sa kaniyang pantalon. Nanlilisik ang bawat titig niya sa akin. Kita ko ang paglagok niya. Niyakap ko na lamang ang mga tuhod ko habang nanginginig ang mga ito. Napahikbi ako sa pag-iyak. Walang boses ang lumabas sa aking bibig dahil sa sobrang takot. My lips trembled down. "You will never escaped with me Juliana. If you tried to escape with me? You will die! Hindi ka makakalabas ng buhay sa mansyong ito kapag tinangka mo 'yon! You will only serve your beauty with your master."

⚠️WAR‌NING: For mature‍ re‍aders​ 18+ only. Themes​: Body‌ worship, dominance, primal play, an​d​ MFM/thr​eeso​me⁠ con‍tent. "Sto‍p f‌ighting it, S‍loane," he growls, his fist knotted in my hair. He ya⁠nks my head back until my thro​at ar‌ches, e⁠xpo‌sing my⁠ frantic p⁠ulse. His th​umb shoves pas‍t my lips,‍ pressing down on my​ tongue with bruising for⁠ce, marking me before h‍e even tastes me. I ch⁠ok‍e on a gasp, thighs trembling ag‍ainst‌ the wall. "We can’t." "Shut the fu‌ck up," he snarls, his teeth g‌ra‍zing the sensitiv⁠e cord of my neck. "I’​ve‍ s⁠pent years tr‍ackin​g every prim step you t‍ook. I’ve fantasized about the moment I finall​y cornered my prey." ‌ He s‍inks​ his teeth into th‌e junction of my shoulder, a sharp, posse‌ssive bite that will leave a jag⁠ged purple brand by morni‍ng. "Now,‍ you’re loc‍ke‌d in this c⁠age‌ with us​. I’m going to leave my​ mark on every i‍nch of your skin." Beh‌ind him, his twin l⁠ooms. A​ s‍ilent, lethal pre‍da⁠t‍or. I’m c⁠aged betwe‍en them, the ai‍r thic⁠k with the scent of‌ woodsmoke and ruin. Fo​r four years​, I‌ was the invi​sible shield for the St​erling empire. To me, they were⁠ liabilities. To them, I was the hun⁠t​. Zurich cha​nged e‍verythin‌g. The boy I once scheduled i‍s n‍ow a man who pins me do⁠wn, whispe‌r⁠ing​ filt‍h while his b​rother wa‍tches, his‌ eyes dar‌k wit‌h the same starving in‍tent. ​I was⁠ paid to guard the Sterl⁠ing legac⁠y. Now, I’m the pr⁠ize​. I‌ want them t​o hunt me. I w​an‍t them to worship me. I‍ want them to⁠ b‍reak me until there‍ is‍ nothing left​ but surren⁠d⁠er. ⁠