"Be still...."
He whispered huskily in my ear as his hand squeezed my breast hardly. Continuous tears flowed down like a waterfall. I had lost count on how many tears I have shed today. I felt caged.
Confined in his arms.
His other hand teased the hem of my panties as he kissed my neck hungrily. He would first lick, then bite, and then again lick. It was like he was leaving? markings.
Like he was marking me.
I looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. Messed up, that's what I was. I was looking like a doll.
His pleasure doll.
The mere thought of belonging to him creates turbulence in my heart. My heart shattered into million pieces only thinking about Mathew, how will he feel when he will find out that I was being touched by another man?
This thought didn't sit well with my
