One night with Ex-Husband

The night

Abram, seeing the commotion inside the restroom, dragged Maira, much to her horror. The onlookers gave the couple a confused look, as one was leading her out, and the other looked at him like a frightened kitten. Maira noticed the stare they were getting and started protesting to get out of his grip.

No matter how much she struggled, his hold on her wrist never loosens, and to stop him from dragging her, she tried holding on to the handrail while they were descending the stairs.

Where he was taking me, she was thinking rapidly.

However, her protest only irked him more, and he pinned both her wrist while holding her by her waist, forcing her to walk at his pace. She stumbled due to high heels and also while trying to match his strides. She started looking out for Sharon for help and was petrified by the ongoing event.

Upon reaching his car, he roughly shoves Maira near the passenger door before commanding, “Get in."

She held onto the car to regain her balance, and manning all her strength, she replied, “No."

I can’t let him make me do as he wishes; she mustered up her courage and looked straight into his eyes.

On seeing the glint of reluctance in her eyes, he lost his cool and bang his fist on his car roof. Maira flinched, and a tear of fear escaped her eyes while she cupped her mouth with her trembling hand to stop her whimper. She noticed the breaking of the car window with his fist impact.

Satisfied with her reaction to his threat, he opened the car door, and she slid in without any protest or question. Maira had no clue where they were heading as she had other pressing matters to think about. She was scared at that moment would have been an understatement. While she was contemplating what was going to happen to her, she overlooked her destination.

She clutched to her seat for fear of the speed Abram was driving at.

Still the same, still hold to her seat when scared, he thought.

She was brought out of her thoughts when the car came to an abrupt halt, and the next second she heard the clicking of the seat belt. She was still grasping her surroundings when the door opened, and Abram pulled her by her forearm.

She noticed they were in an isolated parking lot of a multi-residential apartment with no sign of humans around. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and her breathing was uneven due to the effect of her jogging as she was pulled by Abram.

She was looking at his back with fright, and the next moment she was thrown on the bed. She could only hear her heart beating at an increased rate and his exasperated breathing.

Meanwhile, Abram stood at the end of the bed with closed eyes and a restraint face. He took one deep breath to calm his fury and plopped his right knee on the bed. He made Maira face him with a gentle tug. He knew she was petrified of him with her unmoved posture.

“What were you doing in the club?" Abram asked while holding her gently by her forearm.

Why is he gentle now? What is he up to? She frowned at him.

On receiving no response from her, he said through gritted teeth, “Maira, we both know the level of my patience, so don’t test my patience while I am asking nicely. What and why were you there in this dress?"

She thrust her hand on his chest to make a safe distance between them which earned her a glare from Abram, looking at her hand on his chest and then at her for even trying to escape him.

“The last time I checked, I didn't owe you any explanation," she said while giving a disdain look.

“Do you even know what that bastard was saying about you? He was planning to take advantage of you, and what the f**k you were thinking while making the dirty moves on the dance floor? Were you out trying to go f**k some random guy? Is that what you became now?" He said with a growl.

“You want me to tell what such women are called? He jerked her.

“What I am, or I was is none of your concern now. Where were you when I was calling you all these days? Where were you when I begged you to talk to me? Let me guess, you left me." She couldn’t control her pain.

Abram’s expression changed from fury to blank, and taking this as an advantage, she pushed him and got up from the bed.

“You don’t have any right to order me or force me to do things I don’t want to do. It’s my life, and I don’t owe you any explanation." She said, looking straight into his eyes.

Though she said each word with a stern look to him, only she knew deep down how scared she was to be alone with him in God knows whose bedroom.

Run, Maira. Get out of here before he does something; her mind encouraged her to walk towards the door.

While she was about to open the door, he heard him say, “oh yeah, I don’t have any right over you? Then explain this to me?"

The next second, her back hit the door, and her lips were caught by his. She was taken aback by his sudden attack and forgot to react; however, when she felt his hand pulling her zipper down, she came to her senses.

His kiss was dominating, and her reluctance was only fueling his dominance. It provokes him to show her, she belongs to him. Though Maira struggled to get out of his grip, she was more petrified with the notion of how her body was reacting to his kiss.

She was hitting him on his chest, pushing him with all her might but to no avail. His desire took a toll on his sanity, and he pinned both her wrists behind her back with one hand and the other he used to hold her neck to deepen the kiss.

She closed her eyes on seeing herself helpless, and tears of humiliation started pouring out of her eyes. She felt disgusted when she was slowly giving it up to her desire and kissed him back.

Abram wanted to kiss her only to prove he was still her husband; however, all his senses were gone when she kissed him back.

He let go of her only when both were out of breath and were panting. He briefly cupped her face and leaned his forehead on hers with closed eyes.

He was still fighting inside, but when he heard Maira called his name in a sexy tone, he succumbed to his desire. Pulling down her dress zipper, leaving her only in her innerwear, he carried her towards the bed.

While he was placing her on the bed, Maira started unbuckling his belt and pulling his t-shirt. He again kissed her on her lips while this time it was gentle. In her response, she parted her lips, letting him invade every corner of her mouth. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, earning a moan from Abram.

Wrapping her legs around his torso, he pulled her up and made her sit on his lap. While his tongue was teasing her reddish earlobe, his hands were sliding over her smooth back. Maira arched her back while moaning. The next second, he started giving wet kisses on her neck and trailing downwards.

She fists his hair with one hand as his lips were pleasuring her weak spot, while with the other hand, she dug her nails over his broad shoulder to control her from screaming his name.

When he was sure that she was prepared, he laid her back on the bed and entered her. She gasped while clutching the quilt. He stayed like that for some time and let out a moan on feeling her body's reaction to his invasion.

Gradually he started moving while holding Maira in his arms and kissing her passionately.