••• Zayn takes the glass of wine from my hand, ditching it on the table, then pulls me closer to him, his hot mint breath fanning on my face.
"I'm jealous of the cherries that have just been in your mouth," Zayn gets closer to me, our faces only few inches away from each other, "that they get to make your lips so red," he pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth, teasing me, which made my breathing hitch and I feel a rush of lustful wetness going down to my core. "They're everything I crave these days."
He murmurs against my lips. His hands slide over the wide , smooth curve of my hips. He lets our lips collide for less than a minute, then pulls away. "This must be what addict feels like...wanting to stop, but not being able to..."
And he kisses me again, I press my lips harder against his, as a shiver of delight snakes through me when I feel him press back harder. Daring myself, I open my mouth. So does he, and the kiss deepens. •••
She was darkness and he was darkness.
He has learnt to run from what he feels, and that's why he has nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.
Control. Control his desires that ruined him once.
Control himself when it comes to liquor.
Control himself when it comes to her.
But he failed.
She surrendered herself to him, to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.
She has never been through emotions such as joy, fear, madness, excitement, but with him, she knew that she'll feel them all.
But she didn't know that she'll also feel love.
She loved him.
She loved his eyes, loved the glittery brown that God has sprinkled gold dust in them. they had secrets. She wanted them.
She wanted him.
He was only hooked up on the taste of liquor on her mouth, not her, once he realizes that he's going back to an addiction and creating a new one, he does what he does best, he goes away.
I limped towards the kitchen after sending him an email, that I'm on leave today. I couldn't even able to walk properly as I was feeling sore down there, just thinking about what happened yesterday was enough to make me trembling down with fear.
He was rough, way too rough. He didn't even mind that I was on my 5th day of my menstrual period.
For him it's all about him and his needs. He will never change.
My lips wobbled as I cleared my tears as it started to flow down. Entering the kitchen, I took the glass of water gulping it down furiously to calm my racing heartbeat. I took another and another as my throat was itching and hurting with all that screaming. I gasped while keeping the glass in the sink. I won't be going to office today not after his brutality. I don't have enough strength to face him. I just can't...
He's an animal and I don't think I can even stay in the same room as him even though he had done this so many times, yesterday he went too far. He crossed his limits and I don't want to see his face. I just hate him so much.
As I stood holding the sink, a thought crossed my mind, why life is so cruel to me? What did I do to receive these? Why did I ended up with him? I just want to live normally.
I sighed brushing my open hair, thinking about my miserable life. I shook my head, tying my hair in a bun. I turned around to leave the kitchen only to get startled by him.
Him? My eyes widened at the realisation as gasped left my mouth in horror at the sight of him.
What?
He's here.
It means... he never left.
And the worst part is he's also looking at me with that look on his face.
Lust filled eyes.
Will he ever leave me alone?
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⚠️WARNING: IT CONTAINS ABUSIVE DARK ROMANCE AND FORCED MATURED CONTENT.
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