RED - A billionaire Dark Romance

One

BRENDA PARKER

I try to get up, but the pain in my ribs makes me lie down again. Is it broken? I question myself mentally. I run my hand over the bruised area, press it a little, and it seems that it isn't. Again, I struggle to get up, spread my hands on the floor, and slowly get up, holding on to the bed for balance, and standing up on impulse. I put my hands over my ribs and I walked to the bathroom. I turn on the shower, then the steam invades the room. I take off my clothes carefully, make a pained expression and close my eyes, squinting like eyelids, trying to hold back the tears. I open them again and look at myself in the huge mirror. With shaky hands, I feel my bleeding lower lip, the tears I've tried to hold back trickling down my cheeks when I see my general condition. My long black hair is messed up, my face red from the slaps he gave me, and my lip wounded with a trickle of blood. When I watch my eyes, the glow in the black pupils no longer exists. I take a deep breath, sobbing. The pain in my ribs intensifies. I turn to my side to look, lift my shirt, and widen my eyes in horror as I notice the bruises on my white skin.

Devastated, I walk toward the shower stall and step into the hot shower. I stand still, letting the water run down my aching body. The tears keep running down my face, mixing with the bath water. How long will I bear this? Until when do I fall victim to the man who should love and respect me as he promised on our wedding day? These questions echo in my mind like a whirlwind of distorted feelings.

I finish the bath, but I can't be long because he'll be back soon. I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a large, fluffy towel. I go into the closet and choose a black silk nightgown. He likes that one. I don't wear pants because I already know what will happen. I put my hair in a bun and straighten my bangs. I go to the bedroom, walking slowly due to pain. I sit on the bed to wait for him. I look around, making sure everything is the way he likes it. I run my hands over the mattress to stretch the bedspread and arrange the pillows, fluffing them. I look over the bedside table and straighten some books. I do this several times a day to make sure everything is in order.

It's always like that every time he hits me. It feels like a ritual. Right after hitting me, he leaves and goes somewhere, sometimes to the office or gym here at home, other times he just takes the car and drives aimlessly. When he comes back, I have to be prepared for the sex session. He has sex with me like he's an animal in heat. I don't push him away at any time. I can't do it. I've done it before. What he did to me was a lesson for the rest of my life.

I hear the door slam. It's him. My heart speeds up. I look around once more to see that everything is in order. I hear her footsteps on the stairs and clasp my hands together nervously in anticipation. The doorknob turns and it feels like the clicking sound of the door opening is inside my ears. My husband enters the room. He looks at me. I look at him and give him a shy smile of welcome. Slowly, he moves around the room and begins to undress, without, however, taking his onyx-black eyes from mine. The first piece is the jacket, then the gold cufflinks, which he puts on the furniture. Next was the gray silk tie, followed by the white shirt. He unfastens the buttons slowly, until exposing his defined chest and abdomen. He has broad shoulders and muscular arms. He is an extremely handsome man, with a haughty bearing, a face with strong features and an authoritative tone. A square jaw, arrogant and clean-shaven. His eyes are piercing black but iceberg cold. The ones with short dark brown hair A man who definitely exuded animal magnetism through every pore of his slender body and golden skin. He continues undressing and is only in his underwear. His look is always on my face. He walks towards me, slow and lethal, like a feline ready to devour its prey. I already noticed his erection popping in his underwear. He stops in front of me. I already know what to do. Then I lift my hands, hold the waist of your underwear and slowly lower them. His erect chest appears in front of me, and the sight takes my breath away. His intimate anatomy is perfect, large and straight.