Sweet Obsession

Chapter 8 Part 7

At that second, the door to our room went flying and crashed against the stone wall. I turned and saw Nidal walk in. He did not even look at me as he headed straight for his jacket that lay on the chair by the window. He put it on, and he was heading for the door.

I ran up to him and pulled his arm. “Nidal, please, hear me out. Please,” I begged tearfully. “Nidal,” I called out his name. But he tugged his arm out of my grip, looked at me with a disgusted look, and strode toward the door without saying another word.

I was desperate for him to listen to reason. I grabbed the tail of his jacket and tried to pull it. He stopped, turned, and looked right at me.

With a snarl, he said, “Let go of my jacket, woman! We are done. I told you! Don’t ever touch me again.” He tugged at his jacket and headed straight for the door.

I could not let him go. It would finalize everything if I allowed him to walk out the door. Desperate now, I wrapped my arms around his waist and begged for him to stop. Nidal tried to pull my hands apart. He wanted to loosen my grip so he could escape. I dropped to my knees, grabbed a hold of his pantaloons, and begged him not to leave me.

With a cold stare, annoyed at me now, he pulled me up and pushed me aside. I quickly ran back to him, hugged him close to me, and kissed his lips. Nidal kept his mouth closed tight. I caressed his chest, I tried to pull the string that held up his pantaloons, but Nidal slapped my hands away. He walked past me to the doorway, and I begged, “Nidal, please, don’t go.”

Nidal stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at me. His cold stare sent shivers up and down my back. This was a side of him I had never seen before. Nidal kicked the door closed with his left foot, and in two long strides, he was standing next to me.

“What is it you want, Loula?” Nidal asked coldly. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He grabbed me roughly and threw me to the floor.

My body was full of pain as it crashed on the cold, marble floor. Nidal kneeled down next to me, and with his bare hands, he ripped my dress to pieces. I lay there shocked as Nidal continued to rip all my undergarments off my body and left me stark naked.

Nidal’s eyes raked over my naked body coldly, and he snarled, “Is this what you want?” He grabbed my breast and squeezed it roughly in his hands.

This was a huge mistake. I pushed him too far. I knew it now. Nidal pulled the string on his pantaloons, and it dropped to his knees. Then he pulled out his shaft from his underpants. I was shocked as he tried to enter me. He pushed and probed, and once inside me, Nidal was not gentle. He made love to me harshly, like an animal. His hands poked and pinched my skin roughly, and he grabbed my hair and pulled on it as he pumped his shaft hard inside me. He climaxed seconds later, without even a hint of satisfaction on his face. I lay there, numb and in pain beyond reason, feeling used and abused.

Nothing prepared me for his cruel actions. I did not recognize this man who destroyed everything we ever had together. I looked into his eyes, and they were cold as ice, empty of emotion, void of life. Spent, he got up, pulled up his pantaloons, and tied the strings. He combed his hair with his fingers, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

It felt as if the room was spinning. I tried to get up, but the pain was unbearable. My body was bruised all over. Minutes later, as I tried to gather my wits, I heard voices outside. I pushed myself slowly up and stumbled to the window just in time to witness Nidal walking away from the palace with Princess Shaeena holding on to his arm.

Anger immediately gripped me as I watched them casually walk toward the stables. Minutes later, they exited the stables on a black stallion, heading in the direction of her palace. I heard their laughter as they rode away. It ripped my heart out seeing them together like that. Hearing Nidal’s laughter as he rode away with another woman was extremely painful.

I threw myself on the bed and cried for hours. The servants came and went all evening. I sent them all away. Night came, but sleep eluded me as I lay in my empty, cold bed. I knew Nidal would not come home to me tonight. I played over and over again in my mind the scene with Nidal. His actions had left marks on my body and my heart. I remembered the pain I was feeling when he took me without my consent.

His lips never touched mine. His hands did not caress my body. His eyes were stone-cold as he stared at me with fury. I had lost him, and it hurt to admit this. I cried all night for the love I had lost today. I cried for what we could have had. I cried until the tears dried out and all my hopes disappeared.

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