My Son Step Dad

8. I WILL DEVOUR YOU

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“Chelly’s POV”    

Was it because of Ace? Did he influence my son? Did he say anything bad regarding Jack? Or he didn't want Eric to have another dad as he himself thinks he was Eric's dad?

I sat on the couch facing Jack and his dad. Eric came back to me a few moments ago. He was holding my dress. It was a sign that states he was scared.

Holding his small face in my palms, I made him look at me before giving him an assuring smile and kissed him on his cheek, while others were busy talking.

I peeked at Jack from a corner of my eyes. He was looking at me lustfully. A corner of his lips got curved into a smirk, as he caught me rolling my eyes at him.

When the conversations were going on, I kept mum. Looking at Jack’s actions, I was pretty sure he won’t reject the marriage.

In between the murmurs, I peeped secretly whether Jack was still starring at me. Every time I did so, I caught his lecherous gaze on me.

He was checking me out while licking his lips. He kept one of his fingers in his mouth and moved in and out while winking at me lasciviously. I felt repulsed.

What the heck was this man thinking? He was acting like a libidinous teenager, who never got to taste a woman, and in front of his dad, would-be father-in-law, and mother-in-law. And in front of Eric. I hoped he hasn't seen any of it.

"So, the date is fixed. It's going to be the 28th of this month." I snapped my head as instant as those words hit my ears. It was Jack's dad, William.

Didn't they even bother asking me?

All of sudden my breathing got stuck as if a foreign substance just now entered my lungs. The noises of conversations muted as my heart was about to burst into tiny little pieces, giving me an unknown heartache. My whole internal organs became dry as I was dripping water from outside of my body in the form of sweat.

We’re they supposed to ask me about my approval? 28th of this month meant only a week to go? Wasn’t he first going to get friendly with Eric, before marriage??

I stared at my Dad's face with watery eyes hoping he would say something on my behalf me. When our gazes met, my dad bowed down.

A sudden shiver ran down my spine as fear invaded my mind. His sign told a lot. His expression decoded as he was as helpless as I was.

What was about to happen? I felt the whole world spinning on top of me. I couldn't wait there anymore.

I decided to leave, while the conversation was still going on. Why shouldn’t I? No one required knowing my opinion.

My so-called parents, on their own, decided to get me married to some handsome looking rich guy. At least they could have asked me before fixing the date.

Holding, Eric's hand, I went directly to our room. I sat on the edge of the bed, Eric was standing in front of me. I wanted to cry my heart out, but Eric’s deep brown eyes told enough about the questions spinning inside of his little brain.

If I burst into tears he would feel scattered. No matter what happens, I should have to be strong, for the sake of him.

I held his hand and with a gentle pull, I pulled him towards me and made him sit comfortably on my lap. He smiled, but he wasn’t relieved. Fear was written in his eyes.

I held his chin and lifted his head to make his face visible to my site. After I started patting his head.

"Mommy... what is going on? I don't like Uncle Jack," he asked with a hope that I could ease his fear. But there was no way I could tell my son I was helpless as much as he was? How could I make him understand there was no other way than obeying?

And why was dad acting as if someone forced him to make the decision? What was going on?

"It's all going to be okay. You don't know uncle Jack yet, so don't judge him. He is a great man. He is a friend of your grandpa." Forcing a smile, I tried my best not to cry. I needed to be strong to comfort Eric.

"He told me that he likes you a lot. He will take great care of you. He wants to be your dad, so you can have whatever you want," I kept lying. Not only to console him, but I was also giving false hope to myself.

“He will go to school with you. He will assist you with your meals. He will be accompanying you at your bedtime and so on,” I spoke, hoping it all would turn out to be the truth. Eric kept gazing at me.

I could assume he wasn’t a great man. Someone who could stoop so low and act disgustingly in front of the whole family and a 5 yr old kid, how could I expect something great from his side?

"Can't uncle Ace be my dad? Doesn’t he want it?" For a moment I thought I was sitting upside down. I felt dizzy as I heard those words. I knew Eric wants Ace as his father. But the way he laid those words gave me a tingling shock, making my hairs sting up in the air. I was sitting motionless; staring at his eyes.

"No baby, that can't happen. Now, this is fixed. You have to obey my little son. You have to..." I took a deep breath when I knew I wasn’t capable of completing the sentence.

Glad it was enough for Eric to understand as he nodded. I kept hoping not to hear any other questions from Eric. It might make me shed ugly tears in front of him.

We both snapped our heads towards the door as Jack bulged in without seeking permission.

"Hello little boy, can you excuse us for a moment? I want to talk to your mom if you don't mind!" It came more like an order. Eric nodded his head and left the room.

Soon Jack clicked the doorknob locked. He came nearer to me and leaned closer. I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"Hello, My would be beautiful wife,” he muttered, “I can't wait to taste you. You can't even imagine the things I will do to you.” Licking his lower lip, he continued.

As each word pierced through my auditory canal, I kept gulping involuntarily.

“Be ready to spread your legs in front of me," he added in a lustful voice, instantly the room seemed to have a lack of oxygen, causing me to gasp for air.

Leaning even closer to me, he held my face with both his hands and pressed his lips against mine before starting to kiss me aggressively.

Even though I wanted to push him away, I couldn’t as his grip on me was tight revealing how feeble I was in front of him.

Tears started falling without giving an alarm. My lips, my whole body, belonged to David. Only him. I never wanted all this. I couldn’t let Jack keep touching me.

But I was helpless. On top, I was feeling anger. The ones who brought me into this cruel world was kind of selling me to a rich man.

The one, whom I loved the most left me with no choice other than being someone else’s property.

I kept weeping in sorrow.

Why was Jack doing this to me? He would know that I didn’t want any relationship with him. Why was he forcing me? What he did that my dad fell into his trap?

When I didn't kiss him back, he forcefully tried to put his tongue inside my mouth. But didn't succeed. He bit my lower lip so brutally, I could taste blood resulting in a wimp to escape from my mouth due to pain.

He pulled back his lips from mine and kept his mouth in my left ear and bite my ear lobe.

Gritting my teeth in pain, I made sure no sound came out of my mouth as I didn't want to show him how weak I was.

"I WILL DEVOUR YOU," the next moment I heard him spatting those words in my ears, giving me chills of fear.