Karl’s warm and slightly damp breath brushed against my neck as he buried his face into the crook of it.
He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent that seemed to always draw him closer. The sensation felt strange, a mix of comfort and unease. His disregard for the pain I was experiencing was evident, only adding to the confusion swirling within me. I squeezed my eyes shut momentarily, trying to calm the frayed nerves that were buzzing beneath my skin like live wires. I dared to open them again and tried to pull away from his grasp. But Karl held on tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh with a firmness that left no room for resistance. "Easy now," he murmured against my skin while continuing to nuzzle into my neck like a child seeking solace. His words did little to calm the storm brewing within me. My palms pressed against his chest in an effort to push him away once more. Karl’s sigh of annoyance and frustration filled the air between us. Then he finally released his vice-like grip on me. I quickly slid off his lap and put some distance between us while he reached out for a tray sitting on the nearby table. My brows knitted together as I watched him devour the contents of the tray with an urgency that belied his seeming dissatisfaction. He had this look about him. One moment, he was completely at peace, and then suddenly, he was agitated beyond comprehension. “Here!” He extended a glass towards me filled with water and something else. I looked closely to see a small white pill sitting on its bottom like pearls lost at sea. My skepticism must have been evident because he answered my silent question without missing a beat. "Contraceptives," he said nonchalantly as if discussing the weather. My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?" Karl gave me a sly and almost mocking grin. "Because I don't want children, especially not with you." He replied. His words hit me like a punch to the gut that left me reeling. "What do you mean? If you don't want kids with me, then why am I even here?" I blurted out, my words tripping over each other in their rush to escape. "Why can't you just leave me alone and go be with someone who you actually want to start a family with? Why did you even marry me? Are you trying to drive me insane?” I didn’t really want an answer. I was terrified of what it might be. Karl nodded his head in affirmation anyway. "You're correct. I married you just to torment you." His admission was as cold as ice. A bitter laugh bubbled up from within me at the absurdity of it all. How naive I had been to think my life was anything close to perfect. "So, you've never loved me," I said more as a statement than a question. My voice wavered, threatening to break under the weight of pain and disillusionment that washed over me like waves crashing against rocks on a stormy night. "Enough! I'm tired of your incessant chatter! Now take the damn pill before my temper flares again. If that happens... well, let's just say it won't end well for you." His response was harsh and echoed around the room like an angry beast let loose. I lowered my gaze towards the floor, offering him a smile that felt as broken as my spirit. He had won; he had successfully broken me down into nothing more than fragments of the person I once was. I hesitantly reached out and accepted the tiny pill he extended towards me, along with a glass of water. The cool liquid slid down my throat, washing away the bitter taste of the medication. As I swallowed, I shot him a look that was supposed to be fierce and intimidating but probably only came off as scared and defiant. Then I braced myself for what was coming next… for the unwanted invasion of my privacy. My hands instinctively flew to cover my most intimate area, but Karl's larger hands stopped me. He held my wrists firmly away from my body to make his inspection less uncomfortable for him. The feeling of humiliation washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me gasping for air. Anger bubbled up within me like hot lava threatening to erupt at any moment. "Don't you dare touch me," I warned him through gritted teeth. Karl ignored my warning. He drew me close until I was pressed against his broad chest. His hand moved with an unsettling familiarity towards the clasp of my bra. This time, he didn't stop at unhooking it; he also pulled the cups away, revealing what lay beneath. Being stripped bare under his predatory gaze made every inch of my skin crawl with revulsion. Karl’s eyes devoured every inch of exposed flesh as if it were some perverse feast laid out just for him. "I hope you're enjoying yourself," I spat out bitterly as his hands began their torturous journey across the landscape of my body. His fingers traced a path that started at the curve of my waist and ended at the swell of my breasts. He leaned forward then and gave one nipple a slow lick which forced an involuntary moan from deep within me. "Damn you!" The words slipped out before I could stop them. My reaction was an obvious admission that despite everything, his touch still had power over me. Emotions warred within me - disgust mingled with a shameful and unwanted desire. It was a constant battle between my body's response and my desperate need to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. Another moan — louder this time — escaped from my lips when his teeth grazed my nipple and tugged lightly. Pleasure swept through me, making my knees buckle beneath me. "Oh god… this is bad!" I muttered under my breath as I tried to wriggle free from his hold. However, Karl was stronger than he looked. He easily hoisted me up into his arms and carried me towards the red bed that dominated the room. He lowered me onto the bed gently, almost tenderly, then stood beside it to drink in the sight of me with an expression of undisguised lust. Panic seized my heart, squeezing it tight as I found myself pleading for mercy. "Please, let me go," I whispered, my voice shaking like a leaf caught in a stormy gust. The raw fear and desperation reverberated through me with every beat of my pulse. Karl’s gaze was unyielding, piercing through me with an intensity that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was like being scrutinized under a microscope. Every inch of me lay bare and vulnerable under his scrutiny. His stare felt frosty cold against my skin, sending icy shivers skittering down my spine. He held that gaze for what seemed like an eternity before he finally turned away from me. The silence stretched taut between us as he moved towards a hanger off to one side. His movements were slow and deliberate, each step resounding in the silent room. Every nerve in my body tingled with apprehension as though sensing the storm about to descend on me. Karl’s eyes bore into mine once more before he turned away again, his expression unreadable but his intent clear: there was no escape! When he returned to tower over me again, dread pooled in the pit of my stomach at the sight of what he had retrieved from the hanger. A rope and other objects that spelled out scandalous intentions. "Please... don't do this," I begged him once more, even though I knew my pleas would fall on deaf ears. I felt sheer desperation and an instinctual need for survival, so I lunged towards the door, hoping against hope that it would be unlocked. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side. The door was locked tight just as I feared. A chilling realization washed over me then. There was no way out of this nightmarish situation. I was trapped like an animal cornered by its predator.Throughout the entire ordeal, Karl remained silent. His grip on me was savage as if he was trying to assert dominance over a wild animal. He threw me on the bed, its red velvet satin sheets suddenly seeming more sinister than luxurious. My ankles were swiftly shackled together with cold metal cuffs that bit into my skin. Then came the choker. It looked harmless enough at first glance but when he fastened it around my neck and hooked it to the bedpost, I realized its purpose. I was trapped and completely at his mercy. I tried to scream in desperation, but Karl cut off my attempt by shoving a ball gag into my mouth. Panic surged through me as I squirmed and writhed against the restraints yet it was futile. Karl's control over me was absolute! He stripped his clothes off in one fluid motion and despite myself, my eyes flickered downwards for just a moment before snapping shut in terror. What I saw hanging between his thighs scared me more than anything else. My mind went still at t
Karl was like a man possessed by a demon. He relentlessly pounded into me with such fierceness that it threatened to rob me of consciousness due to excruciating pain and sheer exhaustion. He finally collapsed next to me after what felt like eons, his energy depleted from the violent act he'd committed. I was left in a daze, unable to gauge how much time had passed before I felt the tight bonds around my wrists and ankles loosen. He scooped me up in his arms as if we were newlyweds crossing the threshold and began walking. Destination unknown. I was too spent to utter a word or make any attempt at movement. My eyes were swollen and bloodshot from crying so much that they were barely more than slits. It wasn't until he gently laid me down inside the bathtub and turned on the faucet, filling it with warm water that I realized we were in the bathroom. I was naked and rendered vulnerable. Curiosity sparked within me about what I must look like after such an ordeal. Karl step
I was so bone-tired that the gentle dawn light barely registered in my consciousness. The sun's tender and warm rays seeped into the room, painting my skin with a soft golden hue. It felt like an artist had dipped his brush in a palette of fresh colors and was gradually bringing the world back to life; it was the start of another day. My eyelids fluttered open at the incessant prodding and reluctantly focused on the woman who had been trying to coax me out of my sleep. "Madam, please wake up; Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you downstairs," she pleaded, her voice laced with such genuine concern that it stirred something within me. She was dressed in a maid’s uniform with an apron tied around her waist and exuded an air of respectfulness. Her head bowed slightly as if acknowledging some invisible hierarchy. I gave her a weak nod, hoping this would appease her enough to allow me to drift back into sleep's comforting arms. But she persisted, shaking me gently yet insistently. "Mad
Daylight soon bled into twilight. I found myself sitting on our bed, waiting for Karl to come home and tell me last night was all some twisted prank and that we could go back to being normal. But there was no apology or explanation when he finally arrived home from work. He simply undid his tie with an irritated expression as if it had personally offended him. "What's up?" He asked nonchalantly when he noticed the look on my face. I guessed he expected me to welcome him with open arms and a bright smile despite the turmoil raging inside me. Oh, how wrong he was! "We need to talk, Karl. I can't turn a blind eye to what you did to me, and even though I loved you very much, I can't continue to live with you. What you did is inexcusable and cannot be forgiven. Let's get a divorce and put this whole thing behind us.” His face was painted with a sarcastic smile as he listened to what I had to say. "Divorce? Forget about it because it won't even come close to happening in the next five
I got out of bed slowly the following morning. No one jolted me awake this time, but the rumbling of my stomach was loud enough to shake the graves of the recently deceased. I rolled over groggily and instinctively reached out across the sheets, expecting to find Karl's solid warmth lying next to me. However, my questing hand met only cool, crumpled fabric. His side of the bed was empty, with a lingering trace of his cologne being the only evidence he had been there at all. I let out a long, resigned sigh. Of course, he was already up and about. The man seemed to run on a perpetually efficient internal clock, rising with the sun no matter how late we had been up carrying on our activities the night before. My rebellious stomach let out another insistent growl. So much for trying to catch a few more winks of sleep! I finally surrendered to the demands of my hunger and threw off the cozy warmth of the downy duvet, exposing my bare legs to the cool morning air. I padded across t
"Oh god...Karl, please..." I heard myself moan, my voice thick and breathy.I wasn't even sure if I was pleading for him to stop or to never stop.My hips rolled in a sensual undulation, silently begging for more delicious friction.Karl simply grinned at me, his eyes glittering with dark, feral intensity. He looked like a male model - ruggedly handsome and confident. He was utterly at ease with his own sexuality. The man was pure carnal sin given form."You're so responsive to my touch," he purred in a low, gravelly timbre that made me shudder. "So soft...so needy..."To emphasize his words, he curled two fingers up into my molten core, crooking them firmly against that electrified bundle of nerves.Hot sparks of pleasure detonated behind my tightly clenched eyelids as I threw my head back with a keening cry."Does this still hurt, baby?" Karl asked, his voice a wicked purr against the heated flesh of my neck. "Or does it feel good?""I...oh god...I hate you," I managed to grit out t
The next few weeks passed by in the same dreadful pattern - Karl leaving early each morning for work and not returning until well into the night, while I spent endless vacant days alone, cooped up inside binge-watching TV shows and chatting with loved ones to fend off the creeping loneliness and despair."Lavinia...I think I'm in love," Rosie's dreamy, wistful voice made me gape in shock through the phone line.Rosie had been my closest friend since childhood, and her falling in love with someone was essentially a modern miracle, given her track record of rapidly cycling through flings and casual boyfriends."What?!" I yelped, unable to stifle my knee-jerk response. This was precisely why I often hesitated before answering Rosie's calls - never knowing what shocking revelation might tumble out next."Yeah...I really think I am, Lavi. Oh god, it's such a weird, intense feeling but so wonderfully giddy and intoxicating too," she gushed unabashedly. "Every time I see him, I get these int
"Oh, come on, fill me in on everything right away. Who exactly is this man? Where were you when you first met him? When exactly did you realize he was the one for you? I am interested in every detail!""Well, well, would you mind slowing down a little bit, all right? The fact that his name is Richard Shoppers is the most important thing to know about him. I first met him at your wedding, where we were both honored to be guests. We exchanged numbers and we started talking. We do not get to see each other very often since he does not reside in Heartland but in Yorkshire. Therefore, all we do is talk.”I centered my attention on what she said, "Richard Shoppers.""Did you say Richard Shoppers? You met him at my wedding. He lives in Yorkshire! Is what I thought I heard true?" I was completely taken aback by her response.She gave a nod. "Yeah, exactly. Why is there a problem?"A small smile graced my face when I spotted a familiar figure come in. “Hello, Mr. Will. We missed you," I said j
When they finally broke apart, he maintained a feigned frown. “Is that all we’re going to do?” he asked gruffly.Lavinia giggled at his attitude. "You're being ridiculous."Before he could retort, she carefully lifted Jan from his arms and settled onto the couch, preparing to nurse the hungry infant. She pulled out her breast from under her light shirt and guided the baby's mouth to her nipple so he could contentedly suckle.Karl watched them for a moment with a complicated mix of tenderness and jealousy. "I think we need to start weaning him off breastfeeding soon so he can drink regular milk," he commented.Lavinia just rolled her eyes at him. She was long used to hearing this complaint from her husband. "Are you seriously jealous of your own child? He's still so young, I can't just stop breastfeeding him like that," she sighed.Karl turned his gaze away, feeling unreasonably envious of the peaceful intimacy between mother and child. He tried to push the feeling aside.“Finally, he's
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than a piercing scream tore from her throat. “Aaaaaggghhhh! It hurts so bad! Karl, help me, please!” She clutched at him wildly.Karl was at a complete loss, watching his wife suffer so terribly.All he could do was hold her and try in vain to comfort her. "I'm here, I'm here...you're doing amazing, just keep breathing..."The medical team burst into the room in a flurry of chaos at the sound of Lavinia's screams. They swiftly but gently transferred her to the bed with the doctor taking charge."Okay Lavinia, you're fully dilated. It's time to start pushing on the next contraction," she instructed."No no no, I can't...I can't do it!" Lavinia shook her head even when the next contraction seized her body.Karl stroked her damp hair back. "Yes you can, baby. You're the strongest person I know. Just focus on me and push, I'm right here..."With a guttural, almost primal scream, Lavinia bore down hard. Her face turned beet red from the exertion."I
~Time flew by in a blur~"I am very nervous," Lavinia confessed while fidgeting with the hem of her maternity dress.The swell of her belly was now undeniable. It was a constant reminder of the life growing within her.Karl reached out, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, everything will be fine. No need to stress," he reassured her before turning his attention towards the doctor in anticipation.The doctor was getting ready to deliver the news that everyone had been waiting for."Here we go. Are you both ready to find out the gender of your little one?" the doctor asked.Lavinia and Karl nodded eagerly. They had discussed this moment countless times while imagining the different scenarios that could unfold.The doctor smiled. “Congratulations, you will have a son."Karl's face lit up with joy, "Did you hear that, my love? We're going to have a little boy, a little Sulivan who will look just like you," he exclaimed.Lavinia's smile mirrored his happiness.
Now that he was fully awake and alert, Karl pushed himself up on one elbow to study her expression. “Are you in pain?” he asked urgently, his mind instantly leaping to worst-case scenarios about her and their unborn child’s wellbeing.But Lavinia was quick to ease his fears, offering him a small, almost embarrassed smile. "No, no, it's not that at all," she reassured him before pausing momentarily. "I...well, I have a craving. For oranges."The tension seeped out of Karl's shoulders after registering her words. He let out a quiet chuckle of relief.He reached out and gently caressed her cheek. "Oranges? At this hour?" he teased. "You do realize it's well past midnight, and we're not exactly in peak orange season right now."Lavinia's expression fell into a mild pout. The desire for those oranges seemed so strong, so urgent in that moment, even if she understood the unlikelihood of finding any at this late hour.Sensing her letdown, Karl quickly backtracked. "But don't worry, my love. I
It was truly a night to remember.Andre and Rosie found themselves in the quiet of their hotel room, where they were able to spend some quality time together.While Andre's hands were softly put next to Rosie's head against the door as he gazed into her eyes intensely."What are you doing?" Rosie's voice trembled."Why are you so tense? Are you afraid?" Andre asked before caressing her cheeks tenderly.Rosie offered him a smile and shook her head. "I'm not... I just...""Don’t be nervous, just let yourself go. I'll never hurt you, my love. Everything will be fine, trust me," Andre reassured her.Rosie battled to restrain her reactions as he moved in and pressed soft kisses along her neck. She bit her lip in an attempt to suppress her moans."I love you, Rosie, you know that," Andre murmured.Rosie nodded. "I know, my love, and I love you too," she managed to say before their lips met in a tender kiss.Andre carefully lifted Rosie in his arms before carrying her to the bed. He gently s
Karl’s grin broadened at her words and he drew the quilt over them both before they welcomed dreamland together.The next day, Lavinia was standing in the middle of the dressing room, clad in just her underwear, angling her body towards the full-length mirror. With a small smile, she ran her hands over the gentle swell of her baby bump, admiring the changes pregnancy was bringing to her figure.She grabbed her phone and started snapping a series of photos from various angles in an attempt to document this special journey.The bathroom door opened and Karl stepped in, fresh from the shower with a towel slung low around his hips.He raised an eyebrow at his wife's actions. "Uh, what're you doing there, babe?"Lavinia glanced over her shoulder with a smile. "I'm taking belly pics! Wanna get in on this?" She motioned for him to join her. "I want to have photos documenting my whole pregnancy so we can look back on it."Without hesitation, Karl crossed the room and wrapped his arms snugly ar
“Is my husband still angry with me?” she murmured.She could feel the scorching heat of his body through the thin silk of her negligee and smell the warm, musky scent of his skin. It made her head spin with a dizzying rush of want.Before Karl could respond, Lavinia closed the scant distance between them and captured his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.For a long, heated moment he seemed to melt against her. His mouth moved in tandem with hers as one of his hands slid up to fist in her hair.A low rumbling groan of pure masculine appreciation vibrated against her lips and it made her shiver with delight.Then, all at once, Karl seemed to come to his senses. He tore his mouth away from hers with a harsh curse. His hands quickly dropped away from her as if she had scorched him."Dammit, Lavinia," he growled.There was an unmistakable bulge tenting the front of his pajama pants. "Don't do this, not tonight. I'm serious."Lavinia felt her heart plummet at the rejection. "But Karl--""No buts.
Lavinia felt her stomach twist itself into an anxious knot when the realization struck her. Karl must have retreated upstairs to their bedroom, no doubt seeking the solitude and space his anger and hurt seemed to demand.She wavered in the doorway for a long moment, chewing nervously on her lower lip while weighing her options.Part of her wanted nothing more than to leave him be, to give him the time and distance he so clearly needed to process whatever emotions were raging inside him over the disastrous misunderstanding.Another, deeper part of her, however, knew that putting off a reconciliation would only breed more resentment and pain between them.No, better to bite the bullet and face the awkwardness head-on no matter how painful it might be.Drawing a fortifying breath, Lavinia finally turned on her heel and slowly headed for the stairs.By the time she reached the bedroom door, her heart was pounding a staccato rhythm against her ribcage. She could hear the muffled sounds of
Martin gestured grandly at the table laden with boxes of crispy fried chicken, mounds of buttery mashed potatoes, biscuits, and other picnic fare. “We were talking about food, you nutters! This glorious chicken, to be exact.”The revelation hit the women like a ton of bricks.Rosie’s face flushed a brilliant crimson, slowly lowering the rolling pin, suddenly feeling very foolish.“We…we thought…” She stammered, unable to meet anyone’s eyes when the weight of their overreaction crashed down on her shoulders. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”Talia scoffed loudly. “Wow? After our whole dramatic scene?” She shook her head in disbelief, but carefully set the skillet down.Andre stepped forward. “It’s okay, really. I can totally see how it sounded out of context.” He shrugged. “But we were just a bunch of guys enjoying some food and…well, guy talk. That’s all.”Lavinia forced an awkward laugh while pressing a hand to her reddened face as the absurdity of the situation fully registered.“Chicken…we re