Under One Roof

Slipping Towel

Aria’s POV

His face snapped to the side from the impact.

Silence followed.

For a few seconds he just stood there completely still.

And that scared me more than anything.

My breath hitched, my thoughts spiraling. What have I done? Why isn’t he reacting? Am I wrong for slapping him?

The stillness pressed down on me, suffocating.

Then suddenly he turned.

Fast.

The curtains swayed faintly and the moonlight spilled across his face revealing something terrifying.

My heart stopped.

His eyes.

They weren’t normal.

They burned.

Dark. Red. Furious.

The kind of anger that didn’t just warn you it destroyed you it made you regret your actions.

Our eyes met and everything inside me shook with fear.

I stumbled back, my body reacting before my mind could catch up, panic crashing over me in waves.

Before I could brace myself he stepped forward. Movements sharp, wild, unrestrained.

His hand shot out.

Gripping my neck.

Harder this time.

The force made me gasp, my hands flying to his wrist as terror surged violently through me.

Then he pushed me back.

Rough.

My body slammed against the wall, harder than before, pain shooting through me as I cried out softly.

Who do you think you are.

He yelled out loudly, deadly, shaking with rage.

To dare slap me.

Fear flooded every part of me.

This wasn’t the controlled anger I had seen before.

This was something else.

Something dangerous.

Something I couldn’t explain.

My chest rose and fell rapidly. My fingers trembled against his hand as I struggled to breathe, to think, to do anything.

Do you think you’re something massive because your mother was gifted into this house as a wife. His words cut low and angry.

I wriggled, trying to free myself, but he only tightened his grip slightly, still holding me firm.

Then he leaned closer, his mouth brushing my ear, fingers still gripping my neck with unrelenting force.

Don’t think of yourself as the young lady of this house. He whispered low and deadly.

He bent even closer, his voice dropping, more terrifying than before.

You won’t last.

He paused, letting the words sink in.

None of them ever do.

The words sank into me, sending a shiver down my spine. Pain in my neck dulled, but my breath caught anyway.

And then as I struggled to process what he had just said my towel the only thing covering me slipped.

For a split second I did not even realize it.

Then I felt it.

The sudden exposure.

The cold air against my skin.

The way he had quickly dropped his hold on my neck.

The way the air brushed against my most sensitive parts.

My eyes widened in shock.

Time froze.

I followed his gaze and saw it. The way his eyes had locked on the falling towel fixed where they should not have been.

The anger in his face melted into something else. Something darker. Something I could not name. But I could feel it perversion desire and fury all at once and it made my skin crawl.

Before I could even think before fear or reason could catch up my hand shot out.

Slap.

Hot. Hard.