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Roxanne “Pl-please, st-stop it." I shutter out. My throat hurts from all the begging and shouts. My hands are freed but I don't have the energy to move. I don't know how much time has passed. His ragged breathing is fanning my neck as I lay on his stomach. My hairs cascading down and hiding our faces. I tilt my head up and whimper when his thrust becomes rough. My hands are holding on his shoulders as he moves my hips to his pleasure. My hips buckle as I feel myself coming. I yelp when he flips us. My hazy sight fell on his face. I tilt my head up while my back arches as his thrust becomes harder, his breathing getting heavier. His hands beside me, holding his body up as he moves back and forth. My hands grab his wrist as I feel him filling me uptenth time. I whimper in pain when he pulls himself out. Is it finally over? Tears started falling through my eyes. He finally got what he wanted. He finally raped me. I look away to the side. I don't have the energy to get up. Su
Roxanne I see some movements in my peripheral vision. I look to the side and see an air hostess passing by me. I abruptly get on my feet. I can ask for help from her. I am sure she will help me. She stops beside Isaac. “Excu…." Isaac cuts me off. “Bring some light wait food. And make it quick." Isaac orders her. She nods her head in understanding. Isaac's eyes on me. His eyes, capturing every movement of me, looking through my soul, creating discomfort in their way. She turns and starts walking towards me. I look away from Isaac. His eyes are waiting for me to see what I will do. She halts in front of me when she sees me standing. She asked, “Do you need anything, Mrs Roxanne?" I look over at Isaac, from beside her. His head resting on his fisted palm and his face adoring a bored look. I gulp the ball of restlessness. Why am I hesitating? I can't hesitate. I shouldn't. I part my lips, instantly his lips twist in a smirk as if knowing what I am trying to say. I
Roxanne “Are you done with your stroll, love." He mutters. His breath hits my nape. The cool air hitting my barely covered body with full force sending chills down my spine. “I hate you." I mutter. His hold on my belly turns bruising, making me wince. “You didn't even love me to begin with to hate me." He strikes back. I just snicker. He doesn't really know anything. Should I just tell him just to make him regret? I grasp his hand and pull it away from my belly. He lets me. I take a step forward and swirl and come face to face with him. “Let me tell you something. I had started to love you…" his face twists in a surprise for a millisecond. “but thankfully I didn't fall hard for you." He is the first man whom I liked somewhat, falling for him. And I hate myself for it. How can I like such a despicable man? “And never will I fall for you. Never will I love you. Remember that." I take a step beside him and saunter towards the car, parked a few metres ahead. He sudd
Roxanne I play with the pancake, lost in my thoughts. Is Brent still in the hospital? He must be since it has been just one day. His dad must really be angry. I am sure even if he has lost his legs and is lying on the hospital bed, his father wouldn't stop himself from giving some beatings to Brent. I hope I could be there to save him from his father. But would Brent let me? I bet he hates me now. I come out of my thoughts when my chin is yanked up. I blink my eyes to get a clear view. “When you are with me, you should be attentive to me. Got it." He barks. “I hate it when you are lost in the thoughts of someone else in front of me." His thumb strokes the lining of lips. He creeps it up very slowly and thrust it inside my parted lips. I nodded my head as a shiver passed through me. He swipes his thumb under my tongue. I suck down the saliva and he groans when unconsciously I suck his thumb in the process. He removes his thumb out of my lips with a pop and licks it clean with h
Roxanne I slump on his chest. Our ragged breathing mingled with each other. The balcony glass door, rattling due to the storm brewing outside. He collects my slightly damp hair and tugs my head up. Wincing, I look up. He leans down and his lips descend on mine, taking it in a kiss. I flip my head away from him, breaking the kiss and I push him back. His back collides with the headboard. Wincing I rise from above him. His length is still inside me. I heave a breath of relief when I flip on the bed, at the very corner beside him. “What was that?" He growls. I turn my back on him and pull the quilt above me. And the very next minute he turns me by my shoulders very harshly and makes me face him. “What the fuck was that?" I look down at his nose. His eyes are terrifying me. I gulp the lump formed in my throat and say. “You are done taking your pleasure and I am tired, so I want to sleep." My breathing stops when I see him gritting his teeth in anger. He is going to slap me a
Isaac“You don't want to be alone, right?" I nod my head. My head, snuggling his chest. The last days alone were terrifying. The eerie silence of the mansion suffocated me. I never ever want to feel that again. He cups my face and makes me look up. “Then do what I asked you to. Love me like your life depends on it. Care for me, the same care which you have for your sis. Be my best friend just like you are for that shit. Desire me like you desire for your dreams. Become mine, Roxanne." I let his words sink in me. And the very next minute I take a step back wanting to create some distance between us as realisation dawns on me. His hands fall back to his side. “You planned this?" I asked, still unsure. But when he remained silent I got the answer. A smile full of mockery erupts through my lips. “Yes, you planned this. You fucking planned this. What could I have expected?" I look his figure up and down as he eye’s me with a cold look. “Fucking rapist." I add. “Ahhhh." I yelp when h
Roxanne“Ma'am, you really need to take this seriously. Haa." Laura signs heavily as I ignore her teachings. My eyes are finding interest outside in the garden where red roses are blooming to its fullest. “Let's not do this today, because clearly you are not in the mood." She adds after not seeing any attempt from me to do what she wants me to do. I lift my legs up and cross them. The wound on my knees had healed to some extent. Isaac didn't come home yesterday. Though I am grateful, I am partly frightened of being alone again in this mansion. Yesterday night went in a blink since I slept like a log. Where is he even? I didn't even see any houses here when I ran away the first day that I came. “Laura." I call her out and look toward her. She has made herself comfortable on the sofa across from me. Her hair in a sleek pony and like everyday she is adorning a suit. “Yes, ma'am." I shift so I face her directly. “Where do you live?" I asked. She must be living here. And the myster
Roxanne His eyes hardened. I clench my palms in a fist to stop them from trembling. His hands loosened from around me as he separated himself from me, taking me by surprise. He cups my cheeks by his palm and his thumb traces my lips. Our eyes stuck on each other. His hand moves back, under my hair, stopping on my nap as he cups it. He pulls me down by my nape rather harshly and my lips instantly descend on his. My wet hair cascades down on his shoulders dripping water on them. My hands land on his shoulders. He bites my lips making me wince in pain. His hold on my nape bruising. His other hand tugs away my barely holding towel. I stand before him, naked. Cool air hits me, creating goosebumps all over my body in their wake. His lips, moving in a rhythm with mine. His kiss, rough, as if emitting his anger on my lips. His other hand caressing the side of my belly. We get low on oxygen and we part. I glare at him. Fucking bastard must be horny. After a small staring session