His Luna

CHAPTER 2

RANDA'S POV

It takes a few seconds to recover from the slap, and once I do, the struggle to escape gets real. But this man is built with steel. His right hand presses my mouth shut and my entire with it, while his left hand plays with my thighs.

Weakness sips the energy out of me and fills me with numbness. I still put an effort into struggling. I'll leave better with myself knowing I struggled. My heart pounds loud and hard as he pushes his hands further up my thighs. I try to wriggle free but I can barely feel my body move.

As he leans close to my face, I try to make out his face but the thick curtains have been drawn together and protect light from slipping line. Irritation and anger boils in the bottom of my stomach as he places his lips on mine. As he tries to push through my stiffened lips, I open my mouth slightly, he pushes in and I bite on his bottom lip as hard as I can. I feel hot liquid fall to my mouth, and I taste blood. His blood. He groans angrily, lifting his right hand to hold his bloody lip. I try to push myself out of the bed, but his rough hands pull me back. He secures my body, firmly, with both hands.

"I didn't want to do this", he says.

He leans to my neck, breathes heavily on it and sucks it. My senses are heightened. The hair on my arms grow erect. He must sense this as he lifts his head to giggle. A wimper crawl through my throat and out of my mouth and he leans back to my neck. I know what he is going to do, and tears fill my eyes with realisation.

He teases my neck with his teeth, first, before digging his teeth into my flesh. Tears slip out of my eyes and he continues to bite and suck on my blood. He finally pulls his teeth out and my neck tingles in pain.

He lifts his hand and brushes my neck with his finger. I shiver in fear as that hand pushes my gown over my legs and move to my thighs and trace their way to my private part. More tears pour from my eyes as she rubs my folds. My lips are too heavy to utter words, so I lay numb and helpless while this man uses me with reckless abandon.

His fingers are pushed into my vaginal hole and he begins to thrust. He groans as he continues to thrust. Despite the feeling of numbness that paralyses muscles, the pain from the thrusts are almost palpable. I shut my eyes tightly, wishing my life away, wishing that somehow I would wake up and realise that it's all been a dream, but with more careless thrusts, I open my eyes to accept accept the fact that I am living the worst day of my life. That I am being r***d and marked on my wedding day, by a stranger.

Finally, he pulls his fingers out of me and his figure seems to vanish from above me. I hold my breathe, ready to sigh out in relief, to shed more tears of joy, that the abuse has stopped. But my heart breaks painfully when I feel his push itself inside me, and another round of thrusts and tears begin.

He leans forward and grunts in my ear, proof that he is enjoying what he is doing to me. I think I even hear him laugh softly and more pour out from my eyes. He pounds fiercely until my cervical bone begins to ache. His grunts become more audible and I feel him release more energy as he pounds harder. In a few seconds, he lets out a groan and I feel a flood of liquid move inside me.

He pulls out and falls on the bed beside me, his breathing slows down and I can't help but wish that he disappears, forever. He lifts his head and peers into my face, "I didn't want to do it."

If I could spit on this asshole, I would. If I could even do as much as lift an arm, I would scratch his eyes out of their and happily face his wrath. As he stares down at me and breathes on my face, nausea fills my stomach. I'm tempted to allow myself blow out every bit of vomit on his face.

He stares at me for a few more minutes before finally getting out of the bed. I hear the sound of metal buckling and guess there are his belt. He picks up his shirt that lies on the side of his head and throws it over his head and on his body. He walks to me and tilts my head with his hand, exposing the skin he has beaten. He stares down at it and I wonder if he can it through the darkness. He leans lower to kiss the bite mark and I pick up the faint smell of lavender on his shirt. He brushes my hair with his fingers and pulls them out almost immediately. He pulls away from the bed and spares me another look, "I really didn't want to do this"

A bubble of air escapes my mouth and I feel words form in my throat, "I'm going to find you", I say with determination even though I know that would take the longest time.

His reply catches me off guard. "Honestly, I hope you do."