The night

Seeing the commotion inside the restroom, Abram dragged Myra out, much to her horror. All he could see was red. He came to the club along with his acquaintance and joined his friends on the upper floor’s booth. He was enjoying his time, coming back after two years, and was engrossed in the cliche discussion when the topic diverted on the girl wearing a beige-colored dress and moving like a seductress. 

As the lighting inside the club was dim, he couldn’t make out her face initially. One of the guys from the group claimed his stake and went out of the booth towards the dance floor. He almost reached the seductress and was about to grab her by her hip when the lights were turned on for a brief moment. It required Abram a second to recognize that face, and before he knew it, he was out there screaming bloody murder.

He knew the day would come when he had to meet his estranged wife, but what he didn’t realize was meeting her in this circumstance. She wasn’t looking hot; she looked like a sexy siren. If he thought the possessive part of him died a long time ago, then he was in for a surprise. 

“Abram,” Myra’s frightened voice brought him out of his thoughts, where he was planning different ways to murder the guy who was planning to dance with her and then fuck her. 

The onlookers gave the couple a confused look. Myra’s frightened expression didn’t go unnoticed by them, nor was Abram’s murderous expression. Myra noticed the stare they were getting and started protesting to get out of his grip.

“Not a word, Myra!” he growled, trying hard not to look at her fearing his anger would rein him.

No matter how much Myra struggled, his hold on her wrist never loosened. In an attempt to stop him from dragging her to God knows where she tried holding on to the handrail while they reached the stairs that lead to the upper floor on their way.

Where is he taking me? She was thinking rapidly.

However, her protest only irked him more, and he pinned both her wrist while holding her by her waist, forcing her to walk at his pace. She stumbled due to high heels and also trying to match his strides. In her panic, she completely forgot about Sharon. She wriggled in his hold but to no avail. The moment the exit came into her view, in a desperate attempt, she started looking out for Sharon for help; however, with the crowd around them, it was a futile attempt.

Myra’s heart almost reached her throat in panic, and the body heat from Abram’s body so close to her didn’t subside her panic. She knew his body too well to recognize the lava of anger boiling inside him. A few hours ago, she wanted to meet him, talk to him, confront him about why he was divorcing her, but now, all she could think of was ways to escape him. If anything, talking to him when he is furious was a disaster. 

She didn’t even realize when they left the club and reached the parking lot. She frantically looked around for help. When she looked around, she first noticed a couple making out, forcing her to avert her gaze. Her hope arose when she saw two guys sitting on the hood of their car and was about to shout for help. She flinched, feeling hot breathing over the rim of her ear.

“Call out for help, and I would shove that tiny piece of cloth up to your ass and take you in front of them,” he whispered, breathing harshly through his teeth.

Myra gulped in fear and let him guide her. There was no denying he would do as he promised when he was this furious. Myra was smart and knew to choose her battle wisely. A black modified mustang resembling a beast came into her view. Myra had no doubt that the car was second-hand but was modified, making it look world-class. She scowls at herself for still remembering Abram's craze for cars. He always wanted to have a modified Mustang, even if it was second or third hand.

Upon reaching his car, he roughly shoves Myra near the passenger door before commanding, “Get in.”

She held onto the car to regain her balance, and manning all her strength, she replied, “No.”

I can’t let him make me do as he wishes; she mustered up her courage and looked straight into his eyes.

Seeing the glint of reluctance in her eyes, he lost his cool and banged his fist on his car’s roof. Myra flinched before a whimper escaped her mouth. This was the first time Abram intimidated her using his physical strength, and it would be a lie to say it didn’t work on her. A tear escaped her eyes out of fear while she cupped her mouth with her trembling hand to stop whimpering further. She didn’t need to turn around. The sound of glass shattering with the fist impact was enough evidence of broken window glass.

Satisfied with her reaction to his threat, he opened the car door slowly, and she slid in without any protest or question. Myra flinched when Abram closed the door harshly but stayed rooted to her place. Her chest heaved every time she took a breath; however, it came out shuddering when she exhaled. She had no clue where they were heading as she had other pressing matters to think about. She was scared at that moment would have been an understatement. 

While she was contemplating what would happen to her, she overlooked her destination.

She clutched her seat for fear of the speed Abram was driving at. Abram decided to go against his protesting mind and steal a glance at Myra and saw her breathing through her mouth and clutching the seat as if her life depended on it.

Still the same, still grab her seat when scared, he thought.

He didn’t know what he was doing or where he was taking her. All he could think was taking Myra away from all the predatory gaze and locking her away from every man. For a long time, her ragged breathing and his grunts filled the air inside the car. To cool his anger, Abram hit the button on the console beside him and rolled down the windows. 

Myra subconsciously leaned towards the window and let the breeze soothe her fear. Her long locks were tied in a messy bun; however, few strands brushed against her heated cheek with the breeze. The cool wind was having its effect on her, and she could now think clearly.

She knew she couldn’t escape Abram, and the evening would definitely end with them talking. She needed reasons. She wanted to know why he left her; she wanted him to tell her why he asked her to abort the child when he had already planned to leave her?

She was brought out of her thoughts when the car came to an abrupt halt, and the next second, she heard the seat belt clicking. She was still grasping her surroundings when the door opened, and Abram pulled her by her forearm.

She noticed they were in an isolated parking lot of a multi-residential apartment with no sign of humans around. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and her breathing was uneven due to the effect of her jogging as she was pulled by Abram.

She tried to stay calm in the situation. With her panic state, she won’t be able to get a solution. She let him maneuver her. To test the waters, she tried to get her hand out of his grip when they were in an elevator; however, he clutched it harder, followed by a growl. As soon as she heard a ding sound from the elevator, Abram dragged her out, leading the way.

She was looking at his back with fright, and the next moment a scream escaped her mouth when she was thrown on the bed. The impact caused her to bounce twice before her messy bun ripped open.

She could only hear her heart beating at an increased rate and his exasperated breathing. So far, she thought if she could think calmly and talk to him, she could rein the situation; however, the realization that he brought her to a bedroom drained all her strong facade down the gutter. All she could think of was to remain frozen or best to camouflage with the bed. With the severity of the situation, her logic too left her. 

Meanwhile, Abram stood at the side of the bed with closed eyes and a restrained face. He took one deep breath to calm his fury and plopped his right knee on the bed. He leaned down and grabbed Myra by her shoulder. With a gentle tug, he made her face him. The first thing he saw was her closed eyes and shivering lips. He knew she was petrified of him with her rigid posture while lying on the bed and chose to approach her softly.

“What were you doing in the club?” Abram asked while holding her gently by her shoulder.

Why is he gentle now? What is he up to? Those were her immediate thoughts. She knew he would confront him, but she mentally prepared herself to hear him yell at her; however, his softer approach made her frown.

On receiving no response from her, he said through gritted teeth, “Myra, we both know the level of my patience, so don’t test my patience while I am asking nicely. What were you doing in the club wearing this…..” he trailed, running his gaze over her dress again to find the right word. 

It proved to be a wrong move. Her dress slid up when he threw her on the bed, displaying her soft thighs while her swell protrude with the impact of him holding her. He lowered himself on his folded knee, pulling Myra closer unknowingly. 

She thrust her hands on his chest to make a safe distance between them which earned her a glare from Abram, who looked at her hands on his chest and then at her for even trying to escape him.

“The last time I checked, I don’t owe you any explanation,” she said while giving a disdainful look.

That was his undoing.

“Do you even know what that bastard was saying about you? He was planning to take advantage of you, and what the fuck you were thinking while making the dirty moves on the dance floor? Were you trying to seduce some random guy? Is that what you became now?” He said with a growl.

“How dare you?!” Myra glared, her eyes already glossy with anger.

“You want me to tell you what such women are called?” Abram asked, ignoring her glare.

“What I am, or I was, is none of your concern now. Where were you when I was calling you all these days? Where were you when I begged you to talk to me?” she screamed, losing to her emotions. She kept hitting his chest with all her might. 

“You left me!”

“You left me!”

Abram neither stopped her from hitting him nor responded to her accusation, although his expressions changed from fury to blank. When Myra was done hitting him and letting out her emotions, she whispered harshly, “You left me, and now you are pretending as if what that guy said still affects you, whereas the truth is you don’t give a fuck.”

Abram’s expression fell. Taking advantage of his shock, she pushed him with all her strength and got up from the bed.

“You don’t have any right to order me or question me. It’s my life, and I don’t owe you any explanation.” She said, looking straight into his eyes.

Run was the only thought in her mind. She knew she messed it up even more, but she was the one who was betrayed and not the other way around. She should be the one asking the question, not him.

Though she said each word with a stern look to him, only she knew deep down how scared she was to be alone with him in God knows whose bedroom. His impassive form or blank eyes were like the silence before the storm.

Run, Myra. Get out of here before he does something; her mind warned her to walk towards the door.

She darted towards the door and covered the distance in record time. While she was about to open the door, she heard him say, “Oh yeah, I don’t have any right over you? Then explain this to me?”

Myra frowned, waiting for his question. But what she didn’t expect was the shudder running through her spine when his warm breath hit the side of her face. The next second she was turned around, her back hit the door, and Abram smashed his lips over hers. At first, She was taken aback by his sudden attack and forgot to react; but when she felt his hand roaming over her body, she came to her senses. She groaned to show her protest, her disapproval of his kiss, but it only made him deepen it. She kept pushing him, but her strength was nothing compared to his. Wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer, he grabbed the nape of her neck to solidify his claim.

Though Myra struggled to get out of his grip, she was more petrified with the notion of how her body was reacting to his kiss. His kiss was dominating and all-consuming, and her reluctance only fueled his possessiveness. It provokes him to show her she could only belong to him; he was worthy of everything that involved Myra. Whether it was her smile, seductive moves, or heart and soul.

With their gaze locked, he fisted her locks, and she gasped with the action. That exact moment Abram entered his tongue into her mouth. His hard-on poking her stomach. She knew if he didn’t stop kissing her, she would be a lost cause. She started hitting him on his chest without breaking the stare, pushing him with all her might but to no avail. 

His black eyes turned darker, and Myra found herself drowning in them. His locked gaze overpowered her sanity, and she ended up welcoming his darkness with open arms. Myra stopped resisting eventually, fisted his shirt, and started twirling her tongue around his. Fuck sanity, fuck breathing. All she wanted was to feel him. 

Abram groaned into her mouth before pushing her into the door and squeezing her asscheek with fervor. He started grinding against her while guiding his hand toward the dress’s zipper. Abram wanted to kiss her only to prove he was still her husband; however, all his senses were gone when she kissed him back.

He let go of her only when both were out of breath and were panting. He briefly cupped her face and leaned his forehead on hers with closed eyes.

The deprivation of physical intimacy for two years couldn’t be filled with a kiss. He wanted more. She craved to feel him again. He was still fighting inwardly. The logic demanded he should pull away from her and talk. He made the mistake of opening his eyes, and when he saw Myra biting her lower lips innocently, he succumbed to his desire. His hand over the zipper acted on its own accord and pulled it down. Her dress pooled near her feet, leaving her only in her innerwear.

Myra felt hesitant standing naked before him. Like Abram, even her sanity was trying to bring her back to senses, and in a meek attempt, she tried pulling away from him. What she didn’t know was the ship had already sailed for her. Instead of backing away from her, Abram pulled her up by her thighs and kissed her again, brutally. 

Intuitively, Myra wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his shoulder. Her resolve broke completely when she gave in to his devouring kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she fisted his hair to kiss him fervorily. Her lips nibbled his lower lip before licking it and then twirling her tongue around his. 

Myra moaned into the kiss when Abram placed his palm over her bra-clad breast before brushing her bud with his thumb. Myra had to break the kiss when he kept playing with her nipple, and a spark ran through her. When he pinched it once, she couldn’t help arching her back, giving complete access to her neck to his eager lips. Abram carried her towards the bed while marking her neck with his lips.

Placing her body on the bed, he trailed his lips from her collar bone across her hardened buds, leaving wet kisses over her belly. He halted over the apex between her thigh before clutching the hem of her panty with his teeth and pulling it down ever so slowly. A burst of carnal desire exploded inside him when he saw her core awaiting his ministration. 

Impatient, Myra sat up on the bed before pulling him close by his belt and started unbuckling. He let her undress him. First the belt, then his slack, and finally his shirt laid on the floor before he crawled on the bed and hovered over Myra. He again kissed her on her lips while this time it was gentle. In her response, she parted her lips, letting him invade every corner of her mouth. Abram trailed his fingers over her bareback before unlatching her bra and throwing it somewhere on the floor. 

Palming her breast, he started kneading it while still devouring her mouth like a hungry beast. Myra moaned in the kiss when he pinched her nipple, and the same spark hit her again. He kept tormenting her sensitive bud till she couldn’t take it and jerked her head up in ecstasy. Another wild moan escaped her lips when she felt Abram’s hot mouth over her other swell. She wound her arm around his head and fisted his hair in pure delight.

“Abram,” what was supposed to be a simple name came out as a chant of prayer when Myra felt the pressure building inside her stomach. The apex between her thigh was sleeked with her arousal. 

His palm never left her breast alone while she could feel his tongue circling her nipple before sucking it. Her legs parted on themselves before Abram adjusted between them. Unaware, Myra rubbed her core against his abdomen to create friction and heighten her arousal. 

Abram stopped abruptly, earning a protest from Myra. He laid still above her, reading her flushed face. From her lust hooded eyes to swollen lips, the rapid rise and fall of her bare chest and the halo of her hair around her looked enticing. For two years, he missed feeling her soft body below him writhing in pleasure, her sultry moans, and her cries when she reached her orgasm or the heat of her body compelling him to tie her to the bed forever, away from men in the world. 

“Abram,” Myra groaned, wrapping her dainty arms around and biting his neck. 

Yes, baby. He wanted to call her out, but soon his words died in his mind when Myra licked his hardened nipple like an eager kitten.

“Myra,” he groaned, and the next moment, he pushed her into the mattress, locking her hand above her head.

 Wrapping her legs around his torso, his lips fell on her neck, earning oh from her. His tongue teased her reddish earlobe before engulfing the soft tissue, sending a tantalizing spark across her body. His hands glided over her silky thighs before reaching her bareback and stroking it featherly with his finger pads. 

Myra arched her back while moaning. The next second, he started giving wet kisses on her neck and trailing downwards.

She fisted his hair with one hand as his lips were pleasuring her weak spot, while with the other hand, she dug her nails over his broad shoulder to control her from screaming his name.

A beautiful smile adorned his face when he was content seeing his marks all over her chest and neck. Pushing his finger inside her core to ensure she was prepared, an animalistic growl rumbled in his chest, finding her sleek for him. Without wasting another second, he entered her in one hard thrust. She shrieked, followed by a gasp at his sudden invasion, and had to clutch his muscled shoulder. He stayed like that for some time, feeling the warm cocoon of her core around his dick, and before he knew it, a moan escaped his lips in pure delight.

Gradually he started moving while holding Myra in his arms and kissing her passionately. The silence of the night was filled with their lovemaking, and the air thickened with the whiff of sex.