His Widow

Chapter 8

"Please! Please"!

She screamed as she backed away from him with the back of her hand over her mouth to avoid his brutality on her lips when he leaned forward.  Despite her pleadings, he moved forward again and leaned only for her to back away and clamp her mouth with her hands to avoid his kiss.

Her Hair disheveled when she shook her head in no followed by her hands joined together begging him not to advance any of his assault on her.

"P-please. Don't. I-I didn't (hiccup) did--

Her words were blurred as his eyes took in the way her lips moved when she pleaded with him and he gulped as his Adam's apple bobbed while he felt a little strength in his junior.

Suddenly her hand was caught in a lethal grip as he pulled her and it was so sudden that she got no time to use her hands as her shield when his lips took hers with his hand gripping her jaw tightly.

She struggled in his vise grip when his hands fisted her hair and tucked them back, her face facing the ceiling as he got better access to kiss her. Her hand on his chest still trying to push him now reached to his face trying to push his face away.

His lips took her lower lip in his as he sucked and bit her as her back arched in pain and her punches grew more. He shoved his tongue in her tasting every corner of her mouth as her tears leaked from the side of her eyes.

It was a tiny moment where he left her lower lip in a pop and was about to take her lips again but she turned her face away swiftly.

"P-please. Please. Have mercy please".

She cried as her hand again guarded her lips as she sobbed in his clutch in an uncomfortable position. Slowly his grip around her hair loosened as he backed away. With the change of air, she realized he was at a decent distance as she looked up at him slowly and immediately backed away to the wall while he still kneeled where he was on his one leg still with a frown looking at her.

"Come here".

She shook her head vigorously as she wrapped the loose end of her saree around her shoulders.

"D-don't, please. I am sorry. I'm sorry. I-I won't do this again. T-they were hungry---

In a snap, he strode towards her in one long stride and knelt in front of her and fisted her hair, and looked into her eyes.

"Again. What did I tell you about helping them".

"I'm sorry please---

" WHAT DID I SAY"?

She flinched in horror as she gulped trying to disappear into the wall.

" T-to not help them".

" Then what did you do".

" They were hungry".

" So. Does that concern me? You've gone against my words. So you shall face the consequences as well".

" Puh-lease". She sobbed.

" What"? He chuckled listening to her.

" Please. L-leave me".

He shook his head snickering as the next second he ordered on a serious note. 

" Remove your saree".

Her head snapped at him with his wife's eyes as he saw how gobsmacked she is listening to such words.

"What are you looking at. Remove your saree. NOW".

Suddenly she pushed him away and he stumbled back as he was kneeling on his one knee. Taking that as a chance she made a run towards the door when the end of her saree fell into his clutched hand. She immediately froze feeling the stiffness of the saree and her hand caught exactly at the moment it was going to rip out of her saree pin attached to her blouse on the shoulder.