Chapter 7 It’s Breathtaking
nto a pot of agony. Yes I kept my silence. He knew of my part–tim art I worked part–time annoyed him either, but I did wish to explicn (thought my mother only came to his father because they
. I had nothing to say about that.
rich He thought my mother
idence angered titm further. He dragged me and shoved me onto the couch. “If you want
Just sleep with the Easier than trying to find yourself another man.”
He was like a fanous beat eyeing his prey, and I curled up fearfully. “Please, no. It’s not what you think.”
And then I was silenced by his kiss A powerful kiss One that was slowly taking my breath away. His hand slid under my des touching wherever it wanted. My breathing turned heavier, and I shivered as he kept kissing me. My body wished to play along to be ravished, yet my heart told me not to fall ever again. This kind of touch was binding, Binding me to this plar To him
iseled
Ieded my resolve and bat his tongue. The scent of blood exploded in our mouths. The pain made him hold my neck, but
Tuted and putted but my eyes remained on him. I refused to back down. “Please, stop. I never got into your bed. Yes, I love you, but I’m not that cheap. That was just an accident.”
When I was eighteen, he found out I had a crush on him. And in his disgust, Stefan hurled my paintings and diary on the grand. Then he left, staying out the whole night Agony grasped my heart back then, keeping me up at night. The world around me seemed to fall apart. I thought to myself. He knows How am I supposed to face him no?
Eventually. I heard someone shutting downstairs later that night. It was him, I thought. In my panic, I wanted to explain thing to him. A while of hesitation later, I went to his room, but he pulled me onto the bed, and his hangover cure spilled all the ground. That night, Stefan did me again and again, but when he woke up the next day, the same man who had taken the the right before accused me of being a seductress
I didn’t argue. Had I not gone to his room that night, he wouldn’t have had sex with me. Part of it was my fault. Since then, be would ask for me sometimes when he was drunk. But eventually, he would call me over every time he was drunk. And he would used more and more kinks, a lot of which was embarrassing for me.
Yet I could never refuse his request. Every time he asked for me, I would set my dignity aside and agree to all his requests. Eventually I thought he loved me since we did have sex more times than I cared to count. But then, the truth dawned on me.
matter how many times we made love, he would never care about me. I was just selling my soul to the devil
Then he chuckled. A smirk of mockery and soorn hung on his lips. “Really? Yet you complied with my request every time after that. Were those accidents as well?”
He made a good point. I said nothing, and he kept his silence as well, turning his attention to the act of tearing my clothes apart. Icould feel his heat. The flames of desire that were burning within him. And I felt like crying. I could not believe my
e was taken as an act of seduction. Yet he did not know the truth. I could never refuse him, not when I loved him so dearly
It was then someone’s phone rang. Stefan’s phone. He paused for a few moments and got up to take the call. I seized the chance to run away.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I heard the sound of Stefan’s car revving up. He’s going out again. I heaved a sigh of Tht Good thing/Arld is back. My resolve to leave might have wavered if we made love one more time.
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