IZIGORA

Chapter 9

Izigora's eyes widened with pain and her body immediately went into protection mode. She reflexively bucked up at him but he didn't seem to notice. This was one of the major disadvantages of being petite and being with a man twice her size both in length and build.

He continued to hold her wrists securely over her head, his weight pressing down on her making it difficult to breath in addition to the pain the spread through her right hand. Like she wasn't punished enough, his muscular thigh pressed hard against her kneecap.

'No, Kainye,' Izigora gasped. 'You're hurting me.'

'It won't be for long,' he told her, finally freeing her hands.

She thought he would lift himself off her but the man was still intent on finishing what he had started without thought as to her emotions. On a good day, she would never deny her husband her body but right now it was not healthy for me to do anything further with him. What was she thinking in the first place?

There was no way she could endure the burning pain in return for a few moments of pleasure. It wasn't worth the trouble and risk of remaining in a cast longer than was necessary.

'You're hurting me,' she cried out again, trying to get him off her, her eyes wet with unshed tears.

'Stop struggling and I won't hurt you,' he told her, grabbing her knees and pushing her legs apart.

Pain exploded behind her eyes and she panicked. Now she understood why the doctor had advised that she refrain from engaging in sexual activities for the time being. She had to get away somehow before this turned into one of Kainye's punishments. Every form of arousal she had experienced from the moment we shared the first kiss had disappeared as her body fought his intended invasion. If he succeeded in gaining access into her body, she would be left raw and bleeding like that one time she had tried to deny him his conjugal rights because she was tired.

The pain as he forced himself into her body had been unbelievable. And that pain had continued for the duration he was within her, worsening at the end, leaving her raw and bleeding from within as though someone had hosed her insides with acid. Done, he had laid on his back, falling into a satisfied sleep while she had spread her legs in the direction of the air conditioner seeking a relief that was slow in coming.

The thought of that night made her shudder physically. She tried to turn to her side beneath him and a hot slap greeted my feeble attempt. The slap stunned her for a second but the pain ensured that she didn't stop trying to get away. She felt like someone had lit a match beneath the cast on her arm. She didn't even want to think of what she felt down there.

'Get off me, Kainye!'

He didn't budge.

'I've given you pleasure. It is only right that I take mine.'

'Please get off me!'

'I own you, Izigora,' he told her, his lips curled in disdain. 'I own every inch of you. Before me you were nothing, a nobody with no future, not even with the prospects of making it as a successful prostitute. I gave you life. I turned your useless, worthless and unattractive self into somebody and gave you a surname people respect. And so, you had better be grateful for that.'

'Why Kainye?' she asked, dry sobs wracking her body, remembering that she was forbidden from shedding a tear in his presence. 'I thought you were seeking help.'

She was hoping to appeal to his good side, to remind him that this wasn't the way things should be between them.

'I don't need help,' he ground out. 'I've never needed one.'