Billionaire's Revenge | COMPLETED ✓

NOTHING'S OKAY

ANAYA

"I-I..." Shuttering, I tried to held back my tears.

"What happened, Anaya?" He asked, cupping my face in his hands.

The second he touched my skin, I flinched. "N-Nothing."

He crinkled his eyebrows, staring at me in concern. "Anaya? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah." Nothing's okay. Nothing's ever gonna be okay. "Take me home, please."

He nodded without saying anything and drove me straight to his house.

I walked to the bedroom and was about to lock the door before he held it and stepped inside. "Anaya."

"Have sex with me." I turned to him and smashed my lips over his.

The taste of him drifted inside my mouth making my heart beat a little faster but at the same time it hurts so bad. I tried kissing him but there was no action from his side. He just stood there probably waiting for me to say something but honestly I don't know what else to say to him. What else to say after...

I swallowed a thick lump down my throat and pulled myself away from him. "I'm sorry- I just..."

"You're scaring me, Anaya. Please tell me what's wrong?" He asked, forcing me to look up at him.

I blinked, looking at his worried face. "Have sex with me. For a moment make me forget everything." I whispered, clenching his shirt in between my fist.

"Have I done something wrong?" He asked again, this time our eyes met for a brief second. It wasn't hard for me to read his emotions. He was struggling to read mine and he was in pain, confusion and something that I can't express.

"No." Atleast not to me.

Part of me wanted to comfort him, tell him lies that everything's okay but bigger of me didn't feel anything at his pain. It was void.

I can't believe in a mere day he became a stranger to me. He became someone that I can't see myself with. He became a monster.

I bite on my lips and once again it felt as if someone was stabbing a knife through my heart. It hurts. It hurts too much.

"Have sex with me." I said in a hoarse voice.

"Not before you tell me what's wrong."

"If you not do it then I find someone-"

"Carefull how you finish that sentence, Anaya. You're mine, don't forget that." He whispered in a deadly voice, taking steps closer to me.

The expression on his face was scary. It almost made me wonder that to what extent can he go? He'll not harm me, right? He'll not harm me for saying something like that?

And suddenly everything came started crashing down in the back of my head.

My fingers started shaking in fear as he unconsciously took steps back till my body hit the wall and I was trapped between him and the wall.

Truth to be told, I never feared him like this. When he forcefully married me, I was scared of him but not like this. Not after knowing what he did.

He softly wrapped his palm around my nape and leaned in to kiss me throughlly. I closed my eyes and felt every second of it. He consumed me whole, the kiss was rough and tasted storms and pain. I wanted this moment to stop like this forever with my mind off the things that I came to know to know about him.

"Make me feel the pain." I whispered, clutching his shirt to which he just gave me a short nod.

I gasped when he kissed me more roughly, bruising my lips in the process. The metallic taste of blood drifted to my taste buds making me moan in ecstasy.

In a swift motion, he rip apart my dress.

I pressed my eyes shut when he took my breasts out of the bra and his fingers fondled them. My body was already on fire but I didn't want to feel the pleasure. I wanted something else. Something that'll hurt me yet consume me.

He made me sit on floor and got on his knees to place open mouthed kisses on my breast. He started biting my flesh making me feel a sweet pain. Everytime his teeth touched my nipples, I muffled cry came upto my throat but I didn't let it go.

"Take me from behind." I whispered to which his eyes snapped in my direction and it didn't take me rocket science to realise that he wasn't enjoying.

He didn't want to have sex with me. He was worried and wanted to ask me many questions but he didn't.

But everyone enjoys a good fuck, don't they? Then why his face shows no hint of pleasure? Who am I asking? He's in pain. He's trying to figure out what happened to me but this time, I'm not going to tell him. I don't want to break down and ask him why he did that? If I confront him then my heart won't be able to take it. His confession will break my heart all over again.

"Do it." I stressed. Do it because I don't have enough strength to look into your eyes. I don't want to remember the last look on your face as that of sadness when you're inside me.

And then he did. He did fuck me as I ask. Rough. Painful. Ecstatic.

I wasn't able to hold my tears anymore. I started crying, biting on my lips harshly to not let out any noise.

The pleasure shooting through my viens wasn't able to balance my heartbreak.

So I cried. I cried at all our happy memories. I cried for him and for what he did.

"Anaya." He called out my name.

"Yes."

"You're leaving me, aren't  you?" He asked, his voice almost on the verge of crying.

"Yes."