Chapter 8 His Hunger For Her

• My mind was still trying to fully process the revelation when his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was so forceful that it left me breathless and stunned for a few seconds. The world around me seemed to fade into a haze as the intensity of his aggression enveloped me.
• And when I tried to pull away, his hand, which was resting on my waist, moved up and held my skull in his tight grip with so much pressure that I was held captive by his aggression.
• His other hand was still resting on my thigh, threatening me to move up if I tried to protest.
• He was kissing me so aggressively that it seemed like he was practically feeding on my lips.
• His cruelty, mixed with his desire to have me for a long time, surged a sense in me that left me reeling in its wake.
• I wasn't getting what he was getting by kissing me so harshly. I jumped at his place when his teeth dug into my lower lip asking for permission. When I hesitated, his response was swift and brutal, a sharp pinch on my thigh that elicited an involuntary yell.
• The pinch was so painful that I yelled and took advantage of it of as his tongue invaded my mouth.
• My hand rose in protest, and I was about to push him back, but he was not in the mood to stop or listen to me.
• In a flash of a moment, he grasped my wrist in his hold, swiftly turned me around, and dropped me on the bed. And before I could process what was happening around me, he was above me, pinning my hands just above my head.
• I was about to say something when he cut off all my protests by once again hungrily attacking my mouth.
• As my lips were already parted, it was tough for him to enter his tongue and devour me. His tongue was licking me just like a kid who has gotten his favourite candy after a lot of struggle.
• The only thing here was that I did not like the way he was treating me. I don't like the roughness of his hands or the rudeness of his words.
• We met for the first time when I was 14 years old and he was somewhere between seventeen and eighteen. My brother met him in senior high school, and this is where they became good friends. He kept on visiting my house, sometimes for the project and other times to play video games and other stuff with my brother.
• I have practically grown up in front of him. In my teenage years, most of the time he used to be around me, at home or college, which naturally at me towards him, and what made me fall for him was his caring and helping nature. His continuous presence throughout my teenage years had woven a sense of familiarity and comfort, blurring the lines between friendship and something more. I was so small and so idiotic that I couldn't understand his real intentions behind all that.
• Now the only feeling that is left in my heart for him is hatred. I can never look at him the way I used to.
• My thoughts were cut short when I went out of breath. He wasn't stopping even for a second, giving me time to inhale air. I could feel my cheeks flushing because of the lack of oxygen.
• After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, and panted heavily. My chest heaved up and down with every breath I took.
• I thought that now he would leave me, but I was wrong. He was neither tired nor out of breath like me.
• His lips left a trail of kisses on my jawline, making their way to my neck.
• My blood turned cold as fear crippled my veins. The scenes from last night flash back in my head. Each touch felt like a cruel reminder or my vulnerability and his control over me.
• I wasn't sure if this time I would be able to bear the pain or not. But it is not going to affect him even if I lose consciousness.
• My heart skipped a beat when he dipped his head into the crook of my neck. My body stiffened, and my fist tightly clenched the bedsheet. His actions were unpredictable, and I had no way of knowing what he was planning next.
• Instead of the expected agony, I felt the warmth of his tongue, tracing patterns along the wounds he had inflicted. I was surprised to find that it was his tongue rather than his teeth that were torturing my neck.
• With the tip of his tongue, he caressed the curve of my neck, lapping on wounds that he gave me last night as if he were trying to cure them with his tongue. He could cure the physical wounds, but what would he do to the scars that he has left permanently on my heart?
• With one hand, he kept my wrist pinned above my head while the other squeezed my bosom tightly, making me wince, and just when I thought that he was now going gentle on me, he broke my illusion of tenderness. A sharp cry escaped my lips as he bit down harshly on my cleavage, the fabric of the loose t-shirt giving way under his forceful grip.
• Suddenly he pulled back and his hands hastily reached the hem of the t-shirt. "I can't wait any longer"
• Panic settled in, and as an instinct reaction, my knees bent, and I tried to kick him where the sun doesn't shine, anything that could save him. But like every other time, his reflection when faster than mine. He pinned my leg to the bed like last time and shook his head from left to right, his eyes boring into mine and threatening me, his dominance over me unyielding.
• "Don't even think about it if you don't want me to cut your legs" the threat in his eyes was undeniable as he shook his head from left to right, his unspoken promise of dire consequences should I defy him.
• "Why don't you kill me already?" I asked out of frustration.
• He licked his tongue against his cheek.
• "It wouldn't have me the satisfaction that I wanted" he said,. "My purpose would have still been fulfilled if someone else had bought you because they would have used you like their toy and you would have lived the rest of your life like a cattle but the thought of someone else touching you was not acceptable to me. I wanted to give you the Punishment with my own hands"
• His words painted a harrowing picture of an alternative fate, one that would have been equally dehumanising.
• Sitting up on his knees, he removed his t-shirt, giving me a good view of his bare, tattooed chest, in which I was least interested.
• I have always admired him whenever I saw him swimming, but now I regret everything. All I want is for him disappear from my sight.
• He killed my brother! I will never forgive him.
• "You have become so blinded by your revenge for the crime, about which I am not even sure that my brother committed or not, that being a murderer was not enough for you. You want to become a rapist as well" I said, my voice came out low and husky, but due to the silence around us, I was sure that he must have heard me.
• "I don't care if you believe it or not, but your brother has committed that crime" I could see the assurance in his eyes as if he were confident that what he was saying was right: "And it is not rape when you want it as well"
• What?
• Surprise was a small word to say. I was stunned to listen to him. Has he actually lost his head?
• "I don't want you"
• "There is no need to play innocent in front of me. I know that you also wanted me. I also know the things you used to discuss with your friends about me"
• My ears turned red listening to him.
• He was stalking me?
• "Whatever it was, it was past. I thought you were a good man at that time, but now that I know your real face, I don't want to even see you" I told him the truth.
• "The same goes from here. Whatever it was, it was past. I am no longer the same person you used to admire from afar. What you are seeing right now is what you will get for the rest of your life. You have to embrace it, whether willingly or forcefully " he said it as if it were something normal.
• I gulped down the emotions that were building in my throat.
• "Now enough of the drama. Don't spoil my mood. I don't care if you want it or not. I want you, and this enough" he said as his hands reached out for the hem of my t-shirt once again.
• My hands reached out to stop him, but he was looking to determine to pay any heed.
• He was about to remove my clothes when his phone rang. His eyes flicked to the screen, and he reached out for it.
• "Bark!" He should, but in real sense, he barked over the call. The frustration was quite evident in his voice.
• "Sir, sir, meeting" I could hear a trembling voice coming from the other side of the call.
• Without saying anything, he cut the call and threw it on the bed.
• "I must say your luck is very strong that you got saved again but this will not happen tonight"
• With a step backward, he rose to his feet, a sinister promise hanging in the air. "When I return from the office, I except you to be waiting for me in the the exact position I specified this morning. Fail to comply, and you will face consequences you won't like"
• I sighed heavily as he disappeared into the bathroom, and I vowed to escape from his den before he comeback.