MINE EVER

CHAPTER -13

AUTHOR POV

“Close your eyes and feel my fingers in you.” He dug into her panties and rubbed his fingers on her vagina. “Please... stop it. I don't want it.” Her breathing got heavier as his fingers began to move inside. His one hand held her while his upper body pressed against her breasts making her impossible to move. He leaned to her ear and said in husky voice,“But, I want this, baby girl...” Before thrusting his finger, he drew some patterns around her sensitive part. She could feel that something was forming in her abdomen as if it was tying knots.

“It feels some sensation.” She exhaled.

“It's called foreplay, not a some sensation.” He licked her jaw as she threw her head back. She didn't want these sensual feelings. It would make her feel bad.“Did you ever masturbate?” He asked.  “It hurts lightly...” She cried out as his finger entered into her vagina. “Tell me, Anna . Did you ever masturbate?” He gritted his teeth as thrust deeply.

“No,” She closed her eyes as her core was paining like hell. “Ahhhhh..... I didn't...”

“Good.” He smiled.

He took the speed of his fingers and thrust inside her with a constant pace. Her eyes widened as he entered another finger. He kept on thrusting inside her until he felt her wet and slippery fluid coming out of her vagina. Her breathing altered as she exhaustively leaned on him.

In morning she carefully took his possessive hand around her tiny waist and stood on tiptoe. She turned around and took a look at him to make sure he was still in sleep. His snoring sound gave her affirmation that he was fast asleep. So she could at least free to do her morning chores alone.

She started to walk cautiously as if she didn't want to wake up the monster in sleep. She glanced at him before getting close to the door, his aristocratic face shone in the morning light. His eyes blinked as the light didn't let him sleep well. He dipped his face into the pillow as he laid on his stomach. His hand searched for the warmth which was sleeping beside him when he didn't strike anything, he said her name in his hoarse voice.

“Anna ”

She instantly closed the door and ran the water. She couldn't face him now, that too in the morning after a hectic night. Last night was something which she didn't want to remember again. Everything happened in a blur as if she couldn't focus on anything else even though she didn't want to.

Her screams and his moans muffled with the sickening sound of their body slapped each other. He had taken her for five times in a row that left her worn out. He was still then, bossing her around. It's all like he tried to mold her as he wanted her to be.

After taking a long bath she came downstairs, not giving him a chance to catch her.gaze in horror at the red marks all over my breasts. Hickeys! I have hickeys! I am married to one of the most respected businessmen in the United States, and he’s given me goddamn hickeys. How did I not feel him doing this to me? I flush. The fact is I know exactly why—Mr. Orgasmic was using his fine-motor sexing skills on me She would try to hide as far as possible because that was good for her body.

I gaze at myself, trying to absorb how I look. My body is so different these days. It’s changed subtly since I’ve known him . . . I’ve become leaner and fitter, and my hair is glossy and well cut. My nails are manicured, my feet pedicured, my eyebrows threaded and beautifully shaped. For the first time in my life, I’m well groomed—except for these hideous love bites.

I don’t want to think about grooming at the moment. I’m too mad. How dare he mark me like this, like some teenager . In the short time we’ve been together, he’s never given me hickeys. I look like hell. I know why he’s done this. Damn control freak. Right! My subconscious folds her arms beneath her small bosom—he’s gone too far this time.