Chapter - 4
500 Words
That night, I chose to sleep in the servants' quarters—a decision I made to avoid Henry's presence. Even though the double-deck bed in that room was spacious and soft, sleep still eluded me. The memory of Henry choking me earlier and the heat of his body pressing against mine felt like a curse that refused to leave me.
It was midnight when I suddenly jolted awake. It felt as if my bed was caught in an earthquake. The upper portion of the bunk bed was shaking, and the sound of the wood creaking as if it were about to break echoed through the silent room.
I furrowed my brow. I slowly sat up, sensing my surroundings to see if it was a strong earthquake. However, I didn't hear the earth moving; instead, I heard a moan coming from below from Ana's spot.
I peered down and was shocked by the obscenity unfolding between the two. Under the cold moonlight filtering through the window, I saw a sight I never expected. A naked man was on top of Ana. His broad back showed hard muscles rippling with every violent thrust. Despite the darkness, I knew every line of that body all too well.
"Ughh... Henry... more... ohhh..." Ana moaned, sounding crazed and hoarse.
My breath hitched. I didn't know why my chest suddenly tightened, as if thousands of needles were piercing my heart.
"Fck, Ana... fck," Henry’s voice groaned, confirming without a doubt that it was indeed him. "Stay right there... don't you dare move..." he added.
Every rise and fall of Henry’s body felt like a punishment to me. The ferocity of his every movement caused a loud slapping sound of skin against skin, a rhythm that synced with the frantic beating of my heart. I gripped the side of the bed, my hands trembling.
"Ahhhh! Henry! More... ahhh!" Ana screamed, seemingly uncaring if she woke the entire mansion. The maid’s fingers dug into Henry’s back, pulling him down to deepen every thrust of his possession.
"You want more? Take it, you b*tch!" Henry cursed, followed by faster and deeper lunges. His growls were like those of an animal, releasing all the rage and tension built up in his body.
I covered my mouth. My tears began to fall uncontrollably.
Why was it like this? Why was I hurting? I shouldn't have cared because Henry was my husband’s son. But seeing the man who had nearly taken my dignity earlier now on top of another woman caused me an inexplicable pain.
I felt my throat tighten. Every "Henry" that Ana gasped out felt like a slap to my face.
"F*ck... I'm going to... ughhh!" Henry’s final grunt came before his body tensed violently.
I withdrew my gaze and lay back down. With every breath of Henry’s that I heard from below, my sanity seemed to slowly crumble. A jealousy I should not be feeling had finally taken root—a forbidden emotion far more dangerous than Henry’s wrath.
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