The Secret Lover that I Hate

Jaokha "Please don't do this, I'm begging you," I cried out to the person above me in fear, afraid that he wouldn't stop. "Isn't this what you wanted?" A deep voice growled with irritation, his gaze harsher than usual. "I don't understand. Please let me go, Phetai." "I'll let you go, but only after I'm satisfied!" Thrust! "Aaaah!!!" I screamed out in pain, a pain so intense it felt like my body was being torn apart after being forcefully penetrated. A pain I had never experienced, never felt, but today it hurt so much I wanted to die. "Hmp, I didn't think a promiscuous woman like you would be a virgin," he sneered with a malicious smile. "Phetai, ugh, get out, I'm in pain," I said, trying to push him off me, but he didn't budge. "You want me so much, I'll make sure you're satisfied," he said, and I didn't understand a word of it. When did I ever tell him I wanted him? Even though I was a fan of his, I never thought beyond following his work. So why... Thud, thud, thud, and without hesitation, after speaking, he moved his body, withdrawing from mine. "Ugh, Phetai, ah, it hurts," I cried out in pain, pain from his violent actions, as if he didn't care I was in agony. "If it hurts, that's your problem! If you want to do something dirty like this, don't say I'm cruel," he said in a cold, ruthless voice I had never heard from him before, moving in and out of my body faster and more violently. Thud thud thud, thump thump thump. "Oh, amazing. I didn't think your body would be this good. Mmm," a voice filled with satisfaction echoed as his body continued to move. "Ugh," I lay there, biting my lip and gripping the wide bed to endure the pain, not daring to make a sound. I don't know why Phetai is like this. Normally, he never showed any thoughts beyond those of an acquaintance. But suddenly, after I took him to his room, he did something I couldn't have imagined. What shocked me along with his actions were his harsh words and the disdainful look he gave me. I couldn't understand how someone I once knew as kind and gentlemanly could suddenly transform into a demon. I am Jaokha, a 24-year-old ordinary woman, someone who could be described as harmless. Many people often see me as calm, gentle, and serene like still water, but I don't think that way. I just think of myself as someone with too much patience. There are three of us in my family: my mother, my older sister, and me. My father passed away from a chronic illness two years before I graduated from university.