Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

Bonus Chapter 5

As a body dipped next to me, I stared at the ceiling, counting till hundred. How many times had I done it? Thrice? Why he took such a long time?

"Wow," His disgusting voice rang in my ear but dodging I tried to blink back the tears. How could I respond to him? "Now it doesn't count as rape." Shut up, just shut your mouth and let me leave rather than insulting and humiliating me. "Do you want to do it again?" A finger ran down my stomach.

No.

Never.

"Can I leave?" I forced out. "Misha will be awake any moment."

A hand crawled to my jaw and swirled my head to the side and face the dark orbs of his eyes, see the cruel smile arching his lips. "Don't pretend to resist. You shouldn't resist after acting as a slut the other moment. You loved it. Why don't you accept it?"

I shook my head, closed my eyes and shoved his hands off me to sit up on the bed and slung my legs out of the bed.

And the next second, my hair was yanked back, harsh and cruel.

"What do you want?"

"You." Cold lips touched my bare shoulder. "Always you." I squeezed my eyes shut to forget the impact of his words. I didn't belong to anyone to own me. "No matter how much you pretend, you respond to pain." A thumb brushed on the bruises on my lips. "You love pain, little sister." And it switched to the cuts on my arms. "You are such a pain slut." Don't you dare cry over it. "It is okay if you responded. It is okay to love it." His cruel laughter had another plan for me. "How lucky your husband would be to know such a good wife you can be."

"Shut up!" Snatching his hands off me, I stood up to face his cruel smile but the next moment, a hand flew to my cheek and my head was whipped to the side, and my balance trembled to make me fall to my knees.

"You don't raise your voice at me," He growled. "However, since you gave me such a nice surprise. All whores deserve a price. Wait." Through the ruffling of his hands, I felt something being thrown at my face. "Take it. Your first earning."

What?

But nothing changed the sight of an American dollar sitting in front of me.

"You know what? Just lay there. I am hard again."

His body came again.

My legs parted again.

And in my mind, I screamed until my voice fell silent.

Something rang and vibrated to wake me out of the nightmare.

Groaning, I snuggled deeper in the pillow and tightened the duvet against my body, endeavoring to forget the fragments of the dream but the vibration heckled, and my husband complained to pick up the phone.

Who the hell was calling me in the morning?

Stretching my arm, I grabbed the phone, slid the call and put it against my ear.

"Alina," My editor's voice echoed in my ear. "Your book."

"Dhriti, time."

"I know, and also, that you are pregnant and preggy ladies need extra sleep, and then you are also a mother and your husband had gone through an accident two months ago but-"