7.2- His Prey

I was so wrong about him. His words, our calls, his promises before marriage. Everything was a lie. 'Stop…" With a quiet laugh, his hand gripped my waist, putting his leg in between. With a tear I tried to close my legs but he restrained me. Pinning my hands above my head with one hand and the other holding my waist, turning my head to the side, unable to witness the repugnant sight. 'But then you see, Eileen." Leaning down, he bit my neck causing me to arch my back unwillingly, shutting my eyes more, losing my breath and senses. 'Sebastian, don't." I whispered but my whispers were muted before his crushing power. They faded before they could reach his ears. 'Being intimate with you like this is extremely satisfactory when you are trembling, frightened, suffocated. It's beautiful." Sinking his teeth deeper, I whimpered at the sting he inflicted while sliding his hand inside my shirt. He felt the quiver I received by his touch which made him proud. I never imagined I would hate the fact how his fingers grip my body rigidly. 'Holding your fear in my hands is tempting me. Look at your face." He spoke huskily, kissing my shoulder. 'No, Don't. Stop." I tried resisting, endeavoring to get out but by each attempt, he pressed his body harder against mine. 'I knew touching you like this is going to be hell more entertaining." He added. "Go on, resist more, I want you to make meaningless efforts. They will only seduce me more." He growled, tightening his grip, holding my waist, dragging his nails down, going low and low. Heat from his body began to terrify me and I don't want to feel his power over mine anymore. But the sensation of his nails leading downwards was uncontrollable. "Didn't it sting once to say this to the person you were supposed to protect and adore?" I asked. Searching for a hint of compassion which doesn't exist in the first place. "No." He replied without thinking twice, cracking my heart. 'I knew you were the perfect catch. A beauty, the purity away from the filth of his world. I knew breaking you would be the best." It was scaring me, He is scaring me. He is sick. "Sebastian… how could you? I trusted you. I devoted myself to you." My disappointment meant nothing to him. My eyes widened when I felt him probing my lower section slowly. Reaching out for my thigh but I struggled with him but then I remembered that he wants me to struggle. "No…" I sniffed, praying for someone mercy to fall on his sky but growing breathless at my attempt, his grip tightened on my thighs. Shutting my eyes, I arched my back unintentionally from the heat I received. I am the innocence doomed to be tainted with his hands. "You have destroyed my life, I would never forgive you for it." I growled, hating him. "Don't. I didn't ask you to in the first place." He scoffed, hovering over to lock his heavy and hot body over mine. "But you better start praying to God because..." He paused, enslaving my mind by fear mixed with actions of allure. "I am going to carve your fate myself." With his resonance growing husky, he imprinted his mark on my neck to show I am his prey. I was petrified, I don't know how to react anymore. Pulling away slowly, taking pride on the mark he etched, leading his fingers slightly over my lower region creating a tension between my legs. 'Perfectly marked." Whispering seductively, he kissed my neck once again before wiping my tears away and moving back. I quickly sat up, ignoring the pain in my body as my back hit the bed frame, hugging my knees. Unable to bear it anymore, I began to cry with tears rolling down my cheek. 'You're a beast, a heartless bastard! How could you do this to me?!" I shouted, breaking into a cry, sobbing at my fate. "What faults did I have?!" Disheartened at my choice but this bastard only smirked, licking his lips to display how much he enjoyed marking me. 'Only for your damn satisfaction? You had no reason to destroy my life… still…" Losing my strength to fight him anymore, I felt wet tears streaming down my face. I was lost, it was clear I had no place to run anymore, he won't let me. But I cannot believe he did this only for his indulgence. 'What kind of hysterical man are you?" I cried, cursing at him for ravaging my life in a matter of heartbeat. 'Enough." His amusement dropped, getting up he walked up to me. Grabbing my jaws forcefully making me link with his stern eyes, hitching my breath, fearing he might not hit me. 'Be grateful I have desired you, woman." He said strictly, displeased at my tears, at my anger. My body jerked up when he leaned dangerously closer to my face. With a clenched jaw, he threatened me, 'Or else it won't take me two seconds to slit throats of beautiful women like you." He growled, leaving me. I shivered when he warned, definitely not desiring to die at this age nor wanting to fathom how he might kill me. I don't want to die painfully. 'I am warning you softly, Eileen. Do not mouth off to me ever again." He said dominantly, looking down at my quivering form with demanding ones. Needing absolute obedience from me. Sniffling, I wiped my tears and nodded sorrowfully. That is all I could do now. 'Don't just nod. Say ‘yes.'." He ordered, with jaw clenching, displeased at my lack of reaction. 'Y-Yes." I stuttered, closing my eyes with a tear rolling down. Defeated before his dominance, thrown into a world completely foreign to me. 'Good." Humming, he opened another button of his shirt and walked away, leaving me all alone in our room with shattered hopes and a fear which will remain in my soul for eternity.