Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

27. The One Where I Tear Apart

(Warning:- Read this chapter carefully. There are many slipping from present to past. Read carefully and attentively. Skip a line and you'll get lost!)

Moaning, I smiled against his lips, pushing him harder into me or he was pushing himself harder into me. I had no idea other than the fact his hands were roaming at each inch of my body, his smell was filling me up in every little tiny place, his heart beating erratically against mine.

Burying my hands into his hair, I sidetracked my head to left and smirked, "Aren't we becoming too much touchy nowadays?"

He buried his nose in my jaw, his chuckle vibrating through my skin. "I love it. You're addicting." His hand skimmed to my back, drawing incoherent shapes and distracting me from the tasks. "Let's do it."

"What?" Confused by his words, I turned to look at his lusted and hungry gaze.

"Let's take another step." Bringing his hands out of my top, he curled his hands into mine and pushed next to each side of my head. "I don't think I can wait anymore. We'll be married next month."

Gulping, I chuckled, hoping he was joking but nothing from his face exposed anything other than thoughts running through them.

"It's too early," I forced out, trying to break his grip on my hands but all he did was tighten it.

"We've been together for two years, Alina. I will be your husband soon." He nuzzled his face into my neck. "I promise I will be gentle."

"I don't want to. Kabir, get off."

"Don't you trust me?" His voice was harder. "What is fucking wrong with you? You behave as if I am him."

Shocked by the venom hidden in his words, I tried again, "I'm not ready. Stop."

"You'll love it." His mouth roamed to my throat, not caring about the word I had just said. I thrashed at him, kicking my legs to make him see how his actions were making me hate him. "Trust me."

"Baby, leave me. You're hurting," I tried a softer tone, but he didn't stop. His hands held mine above my head, and he put all his strength of one hand to hold both of mine. "You're scaring me," I mumbled, fear coiling at the bottom of my stomach. "Kabir, leave me."

But he said nothing, ran his free hand on the side of my chest and started pulling my shirt.

"Kabir, stop it!" I screamed. "I don't want this!"

He pressed his lips to mine hard, void of the tenderness I was familiar with from past two years. "Shut up. You're irritating me now with your stops. It's not a big deal. You'll love, bookworm."

"No," I cried, lashing my hands to get out of his grip. "I'm not liking it. Stop it."

No words were exchanged as his hands slipped inside my shirt, and when he saw I wouldn't back down, he bit my lower lip, swallowing all my protests.

Kabir, stop, please.

"Stop. Stop."

"I don't want to."

"Stop it, Kabir!" I screamed. "I hate you! Stop it! You're hurting me."

Jerking out of the daze, I sat on the bed, huffing and panting at the nightmare I had seen. Another dream from past six months since that night. Another nightmare joining the others. Another memory of our love turning darker into my mind.