LOVE'S QUAGMIRE [18+]

Chapter 26: Suck

"Strip," he said, unbuckling his pants belt.

I looked at him, scared. "Zephyr, it's not what you're thinking, I can—" I tried to explain, but he cut me off again, "Don't test my patience, sweetheart. If you don't strip yourself before I fully undo this belt, you'll be begging me for forgiveness," his words send a chill down my spine.

"I can explain. He was my—" I attempted again, but his glare made me shut up and gulp nervously.

"No need to explain shit to me!" 

The metal belt which was tied on his waist a while ago was now in his hand and rolling against his palm.

He took a step closer, and I gulped again, feeling his anger sensing from his tight jaw and sweaty face. I moved back a little on the bed, but he grabbed my leg and pulled me to the edge making me scream.

"What did I fucking say? 'If you don't do it until I fully unbuckle this belt, then you'll fucking regret it,' I have warned you, right?" he whispered near my face while cupping my cheeks and rubbing it with his thumb softly.

He stood in front of me, and I couldn't help but look down at my lap. My lips quivered as tears welled up in my eyes. A shiver ran down my spine. 

Why doesn't he listen to me? He's always— "Aghh!"

I screamed and fell onto the bed when something hard struck my left side. Tears streamed down my face immediately. I glanced up to see him clenching his jaw while holding the belt. 

H-He hit me.

 I stood back slowly, trying my best, but he grabbed my leg, stopping me from moving behind, and hit me in the same place again which made me fall again and cry out in pain.

It hurts so much. 

I cried as I lay on my side, holding my left arm with my right and sobbing uncontrollably. 

I-I can't believe h-he hit me. It's just... I-I don't know w-what to do.

"Get up!" Zephyr's voice boomed, jolting me from where I lay. I was unable to move. My left arm and side were red and throbbing with pain so much.

"Stubborn till the end, aren't you?" he grabbed my hair, and made me stand, the pain shot through me, and I couldn't help but scream. He dragged me to the walk-in wardrobe and made me stand near the mirror. As I looked at my reflection, tears streamed down my face. 

I looked pathetic, with my hair all messy and my face red and sweaty from crying.

It was the first time anyone had ever hit me. My parents never laid a hand on me, never scolded me harshly. But Zephyr... he was different. His eyes showed no softness, just anger, and coldness. And today I saw something new, something unsettling in those hazels – lust. 

The way he looked at me like I was nothing more than an object which made me feel sick to my stomach. He stared my body, up and down, especially at my heaving chest, which sent shivers down my spine.

Seeing my tears he showed no reaction, no change in his expression. It was like I didn't even matter to him.

"Kneel," his voice echoed in the room making my eyes widen in disbelief. Emotions swirled inside me, a tumultuous mix of shock, sadness, and anger. It felt like my heart was about to burst, and I fought back tears, feeling like I might throw up the food I'd eaten earlier. I never imagined my husband would hit me or speak to me in such a demeaning way.