(Triggered Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene and inappropriate words. If you're not comfortable reading it, kindly skip it and move to another chapter)
Every cell in Paul’s body was activated as Nancy struggled beneath him. She cursed his name, and the more of a fuss she made, the more he longed to possess her.
He would never tell her about this, but he had an unspeakable dream about her the night before. In it, he pressed her under him and forced her to have sex with him over and over again. The dream had struck him as bizarre because he had neglected her for years. Lately, though, he had begun to feel dissatisfied, and it seemed that he only found what he wanted in his dreams; with her.
Paul laid down on Nancy and gnawed fiercely on her shoulder. She began to bleed, and as he dry-hump
Nancy struggled to get up, but the moment her feet hit the ground, her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground. What did that jerk do to me yesterday? - she asked herself. The scratches on her thighs were horrible. There were bloody cuts and teeth marks all over her body. Blood had crusted to the side of her leg and inner thigh, and her wet core felt like it was on fire. She hurt all over, but all the pain combined paled in comparison to the throbbing agony that radiated outwards from her genitals. She cringed as she gently probed the area, and she told herself, “If I can get through this, I can get through anything.” She just wanted to leave. It took her a long time to stand up, and when her legs went wobbly, she managed to sit on the bed. She tried to call out for a servant, but her throat was so dry that all she could do was a whisper. Suddenly, the doo
Nancy’s skin was very white, so her wounds stood out in stark contrast. Paul had never seen her look like this before. The sight of her caused his heart to beat fast. And for the first time in his life, he felt pity for one of the women he was screwing. He touched her shoulder, and she flinched away from him. Her skin is so soft, and she is actually quite delicate - he realized. When they’d been married, he’d only seen her as a baby-making machine. Over the last couple of days, he’d decided that she was a wh*re, just like every other woman. Now, though, she had somehow touched his heart, and he felt terrible about assaulting her. Now, when she cried out in pain, he seemed to feel it too. It was inexplicable and undeniable. What is happening?
From the way that Paul laughed - arrogantly and triumphantly - Noah and Nancy could tell that his actions were deliberate. Unfortunately, Paul was not the type to let an opportunity like this go to waste. He turned to Noah, smiled wickedly, and said, "Don't worry. I've applied the medicine that will ensure that what we have done doesn't affect your bridal night. Be careful, though. Her secret place is very delicate." Noah clenched his fists, and blue veins stood out on the back of his hands. His eyes had already turned a terrible shade of red. Meanwhile, Nancy had wrapped herself in a bathrobe. She picked up a bottle of shampoo and glared at Paul. She could not believe that he could say such dirty words, and she cursed at him as she threw the bottle at him. Paul dodged the bottle very easily, but he was surprised
Paul squeezed Nancy’s wrists until she cried out in pain. “How dare you talk to me like that?” he hissed. “I’ll talk to you any way I please,” Nancy replied. She was in a tremendous amount of pain, but she refused to be cowed. “You aren’t even half the man that Noah is,” she continued. “At least he knows how to respect people. He knows what it means to have good manners. You, on the other hand, are a Charlatan and a cad. If I could go back in time, I would not marry you. In fact, I would stay as far away from you as I possibly could! Anyway, we’re both single, right? And we both have significant others. You have Michelle, so why can’t I have Noah? Don’t I deserve to be happy?” When Paul heard that, he wanted to clutch her neck and shake the life out of her. “Can’t we just go our separate ways?” Nancy asked. “I ca
Paul stared at Nancy for a long time without speaking. Finally, after a long time had passed, he took out a brassiere from his pocket and said, “Raise your hands.” Nancy gave him a nervous look and asked, “Why?” “Don’t ask why,” Paul replied. “If you don’t want me to take Clark away, then be obedient.” Although Nancy did not know what he was going to do, she felt like she had to do what he said. She raised her hands, and he put her bra on for her. Then he took out a pair of panties and helped her step into them. This made her feel weird. It was the first time that he had dressed her, and not only did it make her feel like a helpless child, but it also made her feel like he had a hidden agenda. Once Nancy’s underwear was on, Paul helped her put on the clothes that Noah had brought with him. Paul was very satisfied
Eric squinted at Crystal, but he kept his peace. He knew that, because of the way Paul treated Nancy, her impression of Michelle would be bad no matter what he said. Now, he assumed that it would be impossible to build a case against Crystal’s prejudice with the way things were. He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a couple of casual drag. He blew the smoke into the room, and when he saw Crystal frown, he realized that she did not like the smell of cigarette smoke. He smiled and said, “If you don’t like the smell, I can put it out…” Crystal gave him a curious look. “So, if I do not want you to smoke, you won’t?” she asked. “Is that correct?” “It is,” Eric replied. “I told you that if you agreed to marry me, I would do whatever you want.” “Then I want you to qui
Crystal met Nancy and Paul at the bottom of the stairs. The fact that Nancy’s face was pale and that she still was not walking bothered, Crystal. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Are you unable to walk?” Nancy shook her head and said, “I am fine. I just feel a little dizzy.” “Okay. Good.” Crystal looked at Noah, thanked him, and said, “Put her on the sofa.” Noah cautiously put Nancy on the sofa, and he took a deep breath as he looked at her. “She’ll be fine,” he said. “She just needs some rest.” Nancy looked around the room but did not see her son. “Where is Clark?” she asked in dismay. “I didn’t see him,” Crystal admitted. “I looked around, but I couldn’t find him...” Nancy frowned and called one of the servants into the liv
Before Noah could hug Nancy, Clark grabbed her hand and shook it. “Mom,” he said. Do you want uncle Noah to hug you? Why do you want him to hug you? Can’t you hug me instead?” The boy was jealous, but because he had an immature face, he looked lovely. Nancy gently squeezed his small face. “I feel a little uncomfortable,” she explained patiently. “So, I don’t have enough strength to hug you anymore. When I recover, I can hold you again. Is that okay?” “I can hug you, Mom.” After speaking, Clark reached out his hands to hug Nancy. He stretched his arms as far around her as he could and buried his face in her stomach. Nancy was amused. She kissed her son on the cheek and said, “Clark, when you grow up when I am too old to walk, will you help me?” She hoped that Clark would grow up quickly. Once he was a real man, no