Star is a shy 20 year old girl, she is educated and has a bright future, that is until the mafia king Roman Alnsour falls deeply in love with her and takes her to be his wife by force.
This story is extremely rated R, contains rape, violence and...
Mm I love you also, I whispered in a low tone from exhaustion.
I laid my head on his broad chest, while his arm was wrapped around me, squeezing me slightly. Roman, wh-why do you have to hurt me so much when we have sex, is it because you hate me?
"What? No, I don't hate you, and I don't hurt you on purpose, you just feel so good it's hard to control myself".
"You said you want to please me, don't you love?".
Ummm well yes, but, it is just so painful.
His tone raised a little, I can tell he was getting irritated with me.
"Listen I was suppose to punish you for pulling that little stunt a while back, you should be fucking thanking me, every time I try to cut you some slack, you start acting up".
I tensed up in his hold, not knowing how to calm the situation down, tears started falling down my cheeks. I felt so hurt by his words, I didn't mean to make him angry, he is the one that hurt me, why am I the bad guy in the situation (I thought to myself).
"Stop crying" he hissed. His hold tightened around me.
OW. I'm so-rr-y.
He was pinching my side, the pain was unbearable, I knew for sure it was going to bruise.
"You make me hurt you"!
His grip lessened, as he abruptly stood up from the bed and slammed the door behind him. I jumped from the noise, I was so confused what I just did wrong to make him so mad at me.
Hours went by and their was no sign of him, I figured he must of left the house, or went upstairs to his office. I must of dozed off, I woke up with a note next to the bed. "Come up to my office when you wake".
I took a shower and wore something comfy, the note did not tell me to wear anything specific.
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