Ripping her clothes off her body angrily,she stood half naked in her lace peach bra and panties, in the room,when it felt like her clothes hasn't satisfied her anger,she turned around to the light lamp smashing it to the ground. Hearing the door click she looked up up,to see Luke,the one and only Asshole,she never wanted to see again.but it was freaking impossible,it was his house,she.was partially brought buy him,own by him to tolerate his fucked up ways,seeing him only now in his boxers,which was fixed properly since he wasn't fucking that slut anymore. Why the fuck did I care anyways?,the couple times,he kissed and touch me met nothing,I think.
"You wait until I give permission to enter a room Tanya" ,he yelled slamming and locking the locks leaving me and him alone,no one to enter and no fucking escape.
"I wasn't expecting to see you damn well about to push your dick in any one's pussy ",I responded equally angry picking up what was left of the broken lamp throwing it at him,ducking from my aims,he yelled.
" Are you fucking crazy???......Am the one supposed to be upset ",he yelled back,looking at the ground my particles finished,he wasted no time coming over to me,holding my hands over my head pushing me down the bed,he looked so dark and evil,I wanted to run,i just let out the beast,closing my eyes waiting for the unexpected,nothing happened.
" you're jealous? ",he finally spoke
" No",I quickly answered throating on my own saliva from my lie,smirking,he whispered "liar"
Then without permission,he kissed me and who was complaining,it was the best.
Luke Devado harsh,cruel,disgusting,found him self caught up with Tanya Smith,Stubborn,sassy,and well fiery with a heap of problems and complications....no one planning to fall in love,always after each other's throat but the more they fight,the more they become attracted to each other in their own weird way.
This has matured language and sexual content.
He was her rock, her best friend, her first love.
He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor
She was his everything. His obsession.
Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time.
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Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering.
A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold.
"I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones.
His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down.
I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light.
"Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?"
Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics.
Please enjoy,
-Aphrodite.