A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 18 - Fear

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He forcibly threw my frail body into the kitchen counter whilst barbarically grabbing a chunk of my hair. I gaped at him in fright, ignoring the intense pain in my head and back. His lips curved into a wicked grin, as if my being afraid of him was a huge turn on. 

And you know what? 

It's undoubtedly his kink. Noah's violet irises grew darker, emitting a sense of danger.

"I had no idea you liked it so rough." He chuckled dryly, tightening his grip as I winced. "You're exactly my type," he declared in a raspy voice, narrowing his stare predatorily. "And I can't wait to break you."

He lustfully slammed his lips against mine. My objections were muffled by his combative tongue. I tried shoving him away, but that only made him more eager and rough. He explored my mouth in hungry flicks while I desperately wheezed for oxygen. His other hand harshly grasped my bottom, rendering me rigid as he rubbed his arousal on my lower abdomen.

I thrashed against him, distraughtly trying to pry his invasive hands off me. However, as much as I hate to acknowledge it, Noah was an expert in biology – gifted, in fact. My body reacted to his every touch, exactly the way he expected it to. I eventually lost the will to fight back, yielding in defeat.

"You will be mine, love. It's only a matter of time," he enforced before sauntering towards the living room, leaving me to catch my breath.

He was undeniably disgusting! I hated him! So why the hell am I still attracted to him? I began hyperventilating, swarmed with terror and penitence. What was wrong with me?

I needed to get some distance between Noah and I, so I spent the majority of my morning and afternoon job hunting. Unfortunately, all of my applications were unsuccessful and I wasn't even provided a chance to get an interview. 

I guess, Chris was right. If you don't have any work experience, you won't get hired. But at least I am doing something productive, right?

Regardless, it doesn't prevent the surge of guilt which torments my already damaged mind. Since Noah confirmed that last night really did happen, it means I had deceived Chris. I broke our own wedding vows by kissing another man. 

His damn brother, no less! 

Nothing can compare to how revolted I am of myself. The tears seemed to pour at its own volition. I clasped my cheeks and wailed, letting my inner demons surface.

After an hour had past, the table began to vibrate, drawing my attention to the device set on it. I quickly wiped my face and picked up the device. Ignoring the aggravating mucus at the back of my throat, I inspected the phone upon realising that it was not mine. Oddly enough, Chris had left his at home in a rush to work.

I contemplated whether to check the notifications on his lockscreen, considering that his phone was password protected. Despite being married for a while, we tried respecting each other privacy so he had never given me the passcode to his phone. 

I might be breaching his trust by doing this, but I had decided to look at the notifications. I tapped on the screen twice as it flickered on. 

The first thing that caught my eye was that we had the same lockscreen – the picture of our proposal. Next I spotted a line of messages from a woman named Lilly.

Yeah, who the hell is that?!

I scrutinised each and every message carefully.

"OMG, you were amazing last night!" I moved onto another. "You have to teach me some of your skills." God, she even added a 'wink face' at the end. "Can't wait to see what other talents you have lol."