Conquer Her : Saga of making her mine

Chapter 34

Roxanne 

“You don't want to be alone, right?" I nod my head while hugging him tightly. My head, snuggling his chest. The last days alone were terrifying. The eerie silence of the mansion suffocated me. I never ever want to feel that again.  

He cups my face and makes me look up. His grey eyes clash with my brown ones. His thumb stroking my jaw as he said.

“Then do what I asked you to. Love me like your life depends on it. Care for me. The same care that you show your sis. Be my best friend just like you are for that shit. Desire me just like how you desire for your dreams. Become mine, Roxanne."  

I let his words sink in me. And the very next minute, my hands loosened from around him. I retrieve from him, taking a step back wanting to create some distance between us as realisation dawns on me. His hands fall back to his side.   

My eyes hardened as I accused him, “You planned this?" I asked, still a hit unsure. 

But uncertainty turned into surety when he remained tight lipped while gazing at me with a neutral expression. A smile full of mockery erupts through my lips. It was all his fucking plan.

I take another step back as I growl, “Yes, you planned this. You fucking planned this. What could I have expected?" I look his figure up and down with disgust as he eye’s me with a cold look. 

“Fucking rapist." I add.  

And the very next second his hand grips my neck. He pushes me back as I clamp on his wrist trying to get it freed. The back of my leg collides with the foot of the bed. I fall back and land on the bed with him hovering above with his palm on my neck, keeping me in place. My legs are hanging down by the foot of the bed. His one knee pressed in between my legs, against my core.   

My eyes crash with his angered grey ones. His face is a few inches away from mine. His palm tightened around my neck.  

“Yes, I fucking planned it…." I flinch at his roaring voice and try to lean away, but the bedsheet constrains me. “And don't FUCKING EVER CALL ME RAPIST."  He leans down. My body starts trembling in fear. “Do you think I am happy? Huh.” his voice turns, desperate, “Do you think I am enjoying seeing you in pain?" His voice turns slow and somewhat painful.  

He moves his hand away from my neck and lets his whole body fall on me. He snuggles his face in my neck and breathes in heavily. I clench the bedsheet.  

“I hate seeing even a small mark on your body. It breaks my heart. It hurts so fucking much that it turns suffocating, ready to end me." He interlocks his hand with my trembling hand, beside me. His voice muffled as his lip grazes my skin with his every word. His grip on my hand tightens as he says.

“But you are making me do all this. Please, love just accept me. Accept my family, my love. Please, I beg of you." I feel some water drops on my shoulder.  

Is he crying?  

I snap, angry, “I would never accept you." Not after what he did to me and to my sister. “Never in my life will I accept you. Torture me as much as you want but I will never become yours. Even if you have made me your wife forcefully, I am not yours and never will." I look to the side as he rises up.  

His hand supports his weight as he remains above me for a few seconds. I could feel his intense eyes on me. After a beat he straightened up. I hear the sound of steps as he moves away. Silence falls in between us.  

But this silence doesn't freak me out. Because the sound of his breathing is lingering in the room, announcing how I am not alone anymore.  

After a few minutes the smell of cigarettes surrounded me. I look at him through my peripheral vision to see him smoking at the threshold of the balcony. His back towards me.