𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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"𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒚, 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚"

My body trembled as I stood before him. His anger was palpable, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. The intensity of his gaze burned into me, making my heart pound in my chest. The air between us was thick with tension, suffocating me with its weight and I knew defiance was not an option, definitely not after the stunt I pulled yesterday.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice a low and menacing growl that shivers down my spine. There was no mistaking the finality in his tone. I bit my lip, taking hesitant steps towards him, my eyes pleading silently, hoping that my unspoken apologies might soften his rage. But how could they? Not when I was the sole reason behind that anger.

As I approached him, I slowly sank onto his lap knowing well what will happen if I didn't. I could feel my body trembling as I settled against him and for a moment, I thought I had succeeded in calming him. But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, he grabbed my throat with a grip that was both firm and possessive, pulling me closer to him. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, and I could feel his breath against my neck, hot and heavy.

He nuzzled into my hair, his nose rubbing on my bare neck, inhaling deeply, as if trying to anchor himself. And just then, he sank his teeth into my neck without warning, the pain sharp and sudden. I gasped, a mixture of surprise and anguish escaping my lips. He sucked at the skin, trying to soothe the sting, but his touch only served as a harsh reminder of the control he wielded over me.

"Why?" he demanded, his voice hoarse, barely containing his rage. The question sliced through the air, the word dripping with an intensity that made me shiver.

"I-I am so—" I began, my voice trembling, but he bit me again before I could finish. The pain was sharper this time, and tears welled up in my eyes. His ferocious possessiveness was evident in every mark he left on my skin, on my soul. His lips moved against my neck, drawing out the pain, leaving me breathless and utterly vulnerable under his vicinity.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory intensity. For a fleeting second, his gaze softened as he cupped my tear-streaked face. "Did it hurt, baby?"  he asked, his voice twisted with a dark tenderness. I nodded, a single tear slipping down my cheek.

"Good. Because now it will hurt more, and you're going to take it all like the good little wife you are." he murmured, his voice a dark promise and in an instant, his lips crashed down onto mine, the kiss wild and unrestrained. It was desperate, a furious claim—like he was trying to consume my very soul. His lips moved with a primal urgency, the kiss was just like him, fierce and dominating. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to match his pace, but as always, I failed miserably. So, I surrendered. I let him consume me, ruin me as he wished. He might never believe it, but the truth is, this man has become my life, my reason for existence—even if his love comes with a brutal edge. Despite the pain, my heart beats only for him and I accept, I love him. I do. I love this man with everything I have, embracing the torment and destruction that comes with him, unable to resist the consuming fire that is him.

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Ahm Ahm, so here is the very much-needed prologue. Tell me how's it and what do you think about the story? See you soon with chapter-1. Till then take care 💗. Bye Bye 👋