"Shhh! Quiet... just shut up!" I screamed at him, my voice shaking with anger and pain. He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't let him. "What do you think my life is, huh?" I shouted, grabbing the broom beside me. "A joke? You think our marriage is a joke?" Before he could react, I hit the broom hard against his shoulder. "Ahh..." he hissed, taking a sharp breath. But I didn't stop. "When you wanted me..." another hit landed across his arm, making him stumble slightly, "you married me by force..." "Aouch... damn it." he groaned under his breath, yet he still didn't hold my hand or stop me. "And now when you want freedom, you'll just leave me?" I hit his chest again, harder this time. "Do you think my feelings are some kind of entertainment for you? That you can walk into my life whenever you want, turn everything upside down, and then leave the moment it becomes difficult?" The broom struck against his back as he turned away slightly. "Ahh..." his jaw clenched painfully. Tears blurred my vision. "I hate you!" I shouted, hitting him again with trembling hands. "I hate the way you control my thoughts! I hate the way I look for you even when I don't want to!" Before I could hit him again, he grabbed the broom tightly and threw it aside. Then suddenly, he pulled me hard against his chest. My breath caught instantly. I tried to push him away weakly, crying harder now. "I hate you..." His forehead rested against mine. For a moment, he said nothing. Then his fingers tightened around my waist possessively. "So hate me," he whispered darkly, backing me against the wall so slowly it felt intentional... intimate. "Hate me so much," he whispered against my lips, his voice dark and dangerously intimate, "that every time you lie in bed at night, your body remembers the way I touched you." ♥︎ 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲