Ghost Boyfriend Anthology.

#3 - Love Me Harder

“Was that really necessary? Did you have to punch him that hard? That too in public?” I flared once I slipped past the party's doorway with Blake trailing behind me quietly, not even acknowledging the fact that I'm bristling with rage.

“Are you deaf? I just said something.” I pursued as he pulled open the passenger door for me to hop in.

“We have no time for this right now. Get in, I have an appointment.”

“You're kidding if you think I'm gonna come with you. The party isn't even started and you promised me we'd be here for most of the evening,” I huffed with my arms crossed. He just loved getting the worst out of me. I hated that considering I have feelings too.

“And I also said if something came up we'll have to forfeit the party and I'll take you home. Couldn't you wait till I get back home later on before throwing this petty tantrum? You're coming with me.” he grasped my wrist, hauling me inside.

I land on my palms, watching him cross over to the other side before letting himself in behind the steering wheel. Of course I should have expected that this whole marriage would be a flop. Nothing ever worked out between us and our opinions, wants and likes contrasted with one another. Two years ago I'd been convinced while vowing at the altar that I could change this man. That miraculously, after a few months he would become peaceful and loving. We won't banter with each other like most couples do and that our home would be one of the best ever known. How wrong I'd been. It turned out that the man I married was a sadist who I couldn't ever change or bear with.

Two large tear beads fall slowly from my eyes and I don't bother shaking it off as I glanced out the window. The city is just how it'd been with people buzzing about their business, low traffic and less pollution. I wanted to experience all these, to live and breathe in all of the confusion, not to be chained back by the whims of matrimony.

“You're always provoking me, testing my patience to see how far I'd go. I've told you countless times already that I don't want to find you talking or laughing with another man, especially when I'm not around. It spites me, makes you prove to be a f*****g w***e!” he bellowed, his fingers digging around the wheel as though he was going to rip them off. “I must punish you for this. I can't let this go unnoticed.”

“He was just — ”

“Quiet!” he slammed a fist through the dashboard, shattering the plastic. “I should be the only one talking.”

The car fell silent as we whizzed past the highway, my sobs threatening to muffle out. It's useless crying or asking for help on what he had in mind to do and unfortunately my butt suffered it.

“I'm so sorry. We didn't speak at all. In fact he only complimented my dressing and I was about replying when you walked in on us. It's not what you think.”

The party was held to celebrate the merging between two global oil partners and Blake was invited, being the new company manager. I was never in a position to follow him or ask to be tagged along but the mansion was becoming lonely most evenings with the servants gone. I'd spend long hours in the library, poring over romance novels I've read and re-read so many times and when it was time for dinner, I ate alone, cheered alone too. Life was not what I'd wished for it to be and so to let myself in on what society was all about these days, I pleaded with him to take me.

His cold blue eyes drilled into mine through the mirror. Cruelty, heartlessness, and wickedness drowned in them as I looked away.

“It was all a plot isn't it? You wanted it all to happen.”

“No — ”

“You needed to see me upset.”

“No, Blake I could never hurt you. I swear nothing was going on. I don't even know him.”

“Nothing has to be on for you to spread your cheesy legs. I'm a man of worth, not of words and I'd like to think of myself as the monster you envision me to be.” he pulled into the driveway and shoved me out, dragging me with him. I tried to keep up with how fast he walked and fell most of the way. “Blake please. At least if you want to do it put a condom on.”

He ignored me, punching the elevator open. I struggled to free myself from his grip but he was too strong. “Let me go Blake. My butt is still sore from last night.”

“I don't care!” he shouted, flinging me to the nearest wall. The impact was sudden, a fresh pain burst through my brain. “That was my business rival you were w*****g yourself with. After all my warnings you chose to act smart. Not a word now.” he began to unbuckle his belt. “I've listened to you long enough. Now it's time to take action. I'll show you how much of a man I am too.”

Amidst my wails, he humped me down on the cold floor, ripping my shirt off. With a violent bite at my earlobe, he drew my trousers down, together with the peach shorts I wore and began to grind on my bare butt, his d**k probing my hole. Whimpering, my resistance died down to soft moans. He hissed against my ear, breathing heavily as he kept grinding, his whole figure between my legs. I cried out when he thrusted in without lubrication more to my agony. Tears streamed down my cheeks which he cupped, biting my lower lip till blood came.

Then I realized. “Y-you're not protected. I could get pregnant!”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Now you'll learn not to bite the monster who feeds you.”