"I won't tell anybody!" Charlene screamed as he drove a syringe into her neck. She cried in pain, watched him look down at her in his arms, her vision beginning to go black.
Draco Malfoy was a powerful man.
He was even more powerful when he got wh...
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For the first few days, Charlene just stayed in her bed, curled up sleeping, or thinking.
She's visited her father across the hall, but other times, she was too upset to even get up.
Her mind was truly horrible, thinking about what Haven had told her. 'Strong enough to keep it.' Charlene couldn't stomach what she said. Losing a child was hitting her harder now than it ever had, because Haven made her think it was her fault.
She felt like it was her fault. She could've ate more, she could've ate healthier and she could've tried harder. Whatever the reason was, it still didn't stop the dull ache in her body that something was missing. That her baby was missing from her body. It'd felt like someone had ripped a part of her soul out of her body, made her feel empty and cold and lonely.
Now, all she felt was loneliness.
From the beginning when she found out she was pregnant, her heart was always full. She always had something to love at the end of the day, whether she'd had a good one or a bad one, it didn't matter. Because she knew she'd love the child she was carrying, she knew that baby would he everything to her. And now that it's the end, all she wants to do is stay here in bed. Where no one can tell her that she was wrong, or that she was the reason she lost the baby.
Now, Charlene sat in the garden, on a bench, and watched the coy fish swim around in the water. It was the first time she'd been out of her room, it was the first time she'd seen sunlight in awhile.
Her leg still ached, and still had to use crutches, but she'd grown used to them. She knew she needed to eat too, and she wasn't the only one who knew. Draco knocked on her door everyday to give her something to eat. Although she never spoke to him, she wanted too.
She doesn't know how she'd forgive him for shooting her.
"You're not supposed to be out here."
Charlene turned her head a small fraction, seeing a guard stand a few feet behind her, not giving him the time of the day. She didn't care that she wasn't allowed out of that manor, she'd gotten here anyways because nobody had seen her leave the back door and the guard was on a bathroom break.
So she only gave a soft sigh, not answering him.
"Ma'am? I'm gonna have to call Mr. Malfoy."
"I'm not hurting anybody," she told him gently, "You can keep watch if you stay here. But please don't make me leave."
"I have to, Ma'am." The guard walked a little closer, holding out his hand. "I don't want to die. Mr. Malfoy would kill me."
Charlene took his hand, hauling herself up and stood on one foot, grabbing her crutches. She liked this guard, he was very respectful, he was just trying to do his job.
"I'll walk you back up to the house."
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"I saw you and Ian today."
Charlene didn't turn at the sound of Draco's voice, still trying to reach the book she wanted to read. She'd been in the library because she couldn't be outside, so she decided to sit here and read. Now she wanted to read a book that was on the top shelf and she couldn't even reach it.
Especially with crutches, it was hard. But she kept trying, and eventually, Draco walked in here, so now here she was, ignoring him.
Until he pressed his chest to her back, his scent clouding her nose.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, her breathing picking up and she hated that she didn't stop him from touching her. When he gently raised her up, she reached up to grab the book she wanted to read, his hands bringing her back down.
"Good?"
She hummed softly, "Good."
She grabbed her crutches again, moving away from him until he kicked one of them out from underneath her, his arms catching her body as her other crutch fell. He held her bridal style, her face furious while she went to slap him.
He only smirked, moved his head back and missed her slap, his hands tightening on her. "Who said you could just walk away?"
"More like limp," she spat back, feeling him move away from her crutches and bring her over to the couch in the middle of the library. "Get off of me, Malfoy. I don't even know why you're here—"
"Because I can be," he sat her down on his lap sideways, the thin shorts she was wearing riding up her thighs. "And to— you know, apologize."
Charlene raised her eyebrows, his arm around her waist and the other one on her thigh. She tried not to think about last week when he had two of his fingers inside of her, but she couldn't help it. It'd felt so good.
"Oh?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I shot you." He stated blankly, feeling her body relax into his with a soft sigh. "I tried to get the doctor to cast a healing spell but it was too deep. But I made a few potions this morning that should speed up the healing process, you should be healed in the next week."
"I don't want to forgive you. I hate you." She lied, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I know," he nodded his head, "But I don't trust you, Charlene. And you were going to go to the police."
"Mhm," she admitted. "Sure the fuck was. But if you'd just let me go willingly, I wouldn't. I'd keep my mouth shut instead of being locked up in here— cheating on my boyfriend—"
"Yeah?" His hand tightened on her thigh, "And don't act like you didn't fucking enjoy it. He'd never satisfy you the way I do." She looked away from him, but he swung her leg— the one that wasn't injured— over his body so she was straddling him. "Isn't that what you said? That he satisfies you and that you don't need me?"
"I— I don't—"
Her hands were planted on his chest, his hand on her throat, pulling her forward on his lap, his erection rubbing against her pussy. A sigh left her lips, so soft and content that he wanted to take her right then and there.
"Feel that?" He breathed, moving his hips up just into a little thrust. She put her head down, almost in shame that it felt good, and he took the hand that was on her throat and slid it into her curls, pulling her face towards his. "You know I can satisfy you better than him. Probably better than anyone can, and I'll be fucking damned if your little boy toy ever gets to feel this again."
He watched her flutter her eyes closed, pulling her into him more and arch her back. Charlene didn't know how to feel right now, her hands gripping his shirt in her hands.
"As long as your in my house," he kissed her cheek, "He won't ever lay a hand on you again."
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[mature content next chapter and I will be updating again in the next three hours 😁]
