MARKED

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

This was what hell must be like. Lillianna was living a life of hell. From that first time AJ had sex with her and she knew that AJ had only started to play this game for real. He was no longer holding back.

A part of Lillianna was relieved that it was over, that he did it already so she no longer had to stress about when it was going to happen. She knew this was his way of showing his dominance, of showing her that she was nothing to him, that she was merely here to pay for her brother's crimes against him.

He hated her, just the way he looked at her, the way he treated her, he touched her purely to fuck her head up.

She cringed recalling the orgasm he had given her. It was completely out of her control, she had no way of stopping it, didn't know what the hell was happening to her body or how it happened. AJ was too experienced in that department for her to fight him. She didn't know how to fight him or his touch.

The entire week after he had taken her and Lillianna was a mess. She did her best to act like she was okay, that this wasn't killing her. That she didn't dread every second of the day and her fear of the next time that AJ wanted to take her.

He slept in her room every day that week. He fucked her a few times a day. It was like the more the fucked her the more he wanted to hurt her. It was so bad. She had no idea how to stop this. In the bed he would keep to himself, never made an attempt to touch her. It was after sex and it was like he was totally done with her.

She was to remain in the bed every morning until he left the room. Did not understand a single thing about this man. All she knew was the longer she remained under his rule the worse he was becoming.

Lillianna was finding it hard to breathe lately. AJ never left her alone for long. If he did he would ask her question after question about who she spoke to. He seemed to have an issue if she conversed with other men.

Maybe it was his fear of them finding out who she was... Not that she understood why it mattered to him if anybody knew. Nobody could possibly hurt her more that AJ himself. He was after all the head of this entire set up. Tristan was there with him but ultimately it was AJ who ran this show and everybody knew it.

Lillianna was struggling with how much sex AJ was demanding of her. Her body was sore and she was exhausted. He was not a nice man and was even meaner when it came to sex.

She was surprised when he didn't come into her room one night. It would have been almost a week and half since he had taken her for the first time. It felt strange to be in the bed without him...

Lillianna didn't want him anywhere near her so this was a little bit of breathing space for her now. She was okay with not having him beside her.

The following day and AJ was in a mood. She was to bear the brunt of his anger for nothing she did. She was doing everything he demanded of her and more. She just didn't understand why he was so angry at her all the time.

"What took you so fucking long!" He yelled after she placed his coffee down onto the table. She didn't take long at all. She knew he was just in that mood. "Ha?"

"I'm sorry..." What else could she say. Lillianna noticed how everybody seemed to have quietened down now. All attention on her.

"You have one fucking job... One job... And what is that job?" Fuck... Always making her repeat this fucking answer.

"To serve you."

"To serve me... So why the fuck aren't you serving me?" He snapped. Lillianna rubbed her lips together not really knowing how to reply.