Chapter 3
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Hatred is an understatement to describe what I feel about him.
He’s literally blackmailing me. He’s using my weakness so he can take control of my vulnerability. I gritted my teeth, wiping off the tears streaming non-stop. Get a hold of yourself, Melanie.
I have to be strong. I don’t have anyone else other than myself.
“You’re taking too long….”
My whole body stiffened when I heard his voice coming from outside. I swallowed what was blocking my throat while staring into the mirror in front. I don’t know how long I have been standing here just looking at my features.
Since I was a kid, I have been consistently praised by those around me. I have never heard a single insult regarding what I look like. Maybe because of my brown eyes? Long hair? Slim body? I don’t know because I have a different perspective on beauty. Some people are just based on appearance. While I find what a person intends for one another.
Kindness is beauty. Effort is beautiful. A person isn’t beautiful if they have a dark soul. Which reminds me of the man who’s waiting for me outside. He may be good-looking, but seeing through those looks made my insides turn the moment he bluntly stated he wanted to use me.
I don’t know for what. My body? My looks? Who does he think he is? I only know his name, but not his entire attributes. But I couldn’t fight him. He knows something about me. Even if he hasn’t clarified it, he’s confident of destroying me.
“Hurry up, Melanie.”
I closed my eyes, clenching my hands. I inhaled aggressively, trying to control my breathing technique because it felt like I was trapped inside a small box that was getting little until I was crushed into pieces.
I opened my eyes, glancing at my looks one last time before stepping outside the bathroom. I roamed my eyes around until my eyes stopped on him, who was waiting casually on the bed.
He’s half-naked, exposing his broad and comprehensive chest that seems carved by a great artist. Muscles are in the right portion, and only a blanket covers his lower part. My eyes peeked down and saw something poking just below his belly. My throat went dry, and at the same time, I could feel my guts turning all over.
His hair was bedraggled. His eyes gleam with lecherousness while looking at me from the head down to the toe. My hands tightened around the robe I was wearing, looking away.
“Lay here beside me,” he ordered, tapping on the bed beside him.
I bit my bottom lip, and I could feel my legs weakening when he spoke again.
“Remove your robe.”
I instantly shot him a glare. “No-”
“Or else I will tell the media about what you did.”
That made my whole life constrained. I looked through his eyes to see how serious he was, and my heart shattered into millions of portions when our eyes locked. He’s one step closer to destroying me, and if I don’t do what he told me to, it will end.
I restrained my tears from falling while carefully letting my robe fall. His stares escalated when he saw how the lingerie hugged every curve of my body. My breast is on point. My long legs are exposed, and my buttocks are sticking out. The ambiance around us tightened and became shallow.
“Come here…”
I took a step forward even if my heart told me not to. I crossed the distance between us until I stood an inch away from him. He sat straight so he could look up at my face. The blanket was pulled a little, giving me a slight view of his v-line.
“You’re beautiful, Melanie.”
He was too quick to grab my arm and let me sit on his lap. I whimpered from the sudden contact. I placed my hand on his chest, but he didn’t let me. Instead, he groped my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel his shaft poking down.
“I want to f*ck you….”
My skin was on fire, and my vision was getting blurry. I look at him and notice that he’s breathing harrowingly. He balances our position until he’s leaning against the wall behind him. He hadn’t done anything, but I could feel my heart beating loudly, knowing he could hear it.
He placed some strands of my hair on the back of my ear to look at my face.
“I want to devour every inch of your body.”
As he said this, he slowly laid me down until my back hit the soft mattress. Everything is happening too fast. My mind was in a daze. I couldn’t control my body. I only recognized that he was already on top of me, but he hadn’t made a move. He remained to stare at my face while clenching his stiff jaw.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks.
I was finding the right words to answer his question. My arms are on the side of my head, and my hair is on the pillow. I kind of feel comfortable in this position. It’s as if I am being protected. I blinked before answering.
“Yes.”
He smirks.
“Good.”
He took the pillow below my head, then placed it below my waist, arching my back. My eyes widen when he immediately spreads my legs apart, giving him a full view of my already moist p***y.
I watch how he lowers himself without breaking any eye contact with me until he’s facing my private area. His eyes spark as his stares are stuck there, ogling at it for god knows how long before finally making a move.
I close my eyes tight, and for the whole night, I whimper and create obscene sounds that I wouldn’t know I could make. His tongue and fingers doing wonders, are making me live, yet, dead.
“Tell me when it hurts….”
I didn’t respond, but when I glanced back to look at him, that’s when a tear escaped from my eyes.
"I-I hate you..." I mumbled while moaning his name.
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