CHAPTER 87

Ken hugged me with my hand still covering my Breast, a hand I wasn't planning on putting down anytime soon.

"You just make me lose my temper sometimes. I hate that you take me for a fool and underestimate me." He sounded sobber, too soft. I mentally rolled my eyes.

This is just for Scar! I brought him trouble and it was my duty to take him out of it.

"I do not take you for a fool, I just want you to take what belongs to you and throw away the garbage." I inhaled, trying to stop my heart from beating so fast.

Ken looked up at me and smiled, "You really mean that?" He asked.

I nodded, forcing a smile on my face too.

I hoped against all that my charm would work and his obsession for me, God forbid I called it love, would weaken his resolve. Scar didn't deserve to be chained. I may deserve it but he didn't. He was an angel, a saint.

"Do you love me Mira?" ken asked, smiling expectantly.

This was one of his sick mind games. Love him? that was just like asking me if I loved the devil.

"It doesn't matter I'm yours now, you won I belong to you now." I tried my best to assure him but my best wasn't good enough.

He shook his head. "No! no! It matters! Tell me you love me."

"Ken," I spoke softly trying to pacify him.

"Mira damn it! answer me, do you love me?"

"I do... I don't..." I stammered.. "I Don't k ..." Before I could say another word Ken slapped me across the face so hard I fell on the bed. My hands automatically moved to my face as I felt the sting on my cheek.

But I did not cry.

Instead I glared at him with furious eyes.

"What was that for?!" I snapped.

"You Don't love Me right! But you love that monster over there who can't even pleasure or satisfy you the way I do, who you don't even know his real name or where he comes from. You prefer a monster to me!" Ken screamed, clenching and unclenching his fist.

His face contorted into a frown. Beads of sweat dropped from his forehead to the ground. He looked murderous. I tried closing my eyes but I was scared that when I opened them again then he would be a real monster.

At that point I didn't fear for my life, I feared more for scar. "Calm Down ken." I pleaded, still trying to reason with him.

Now I felt the opposite of calmness. I was shaking again. My head was aching and my heart kept racing so fast I feared it would break down anytime soon.

"Don't tell me to calm Down! Get up!" he screamed.

Before I could register his order he grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard I had to stand up, even if I didn't want to. At that point I didn't know whether I should be happy or sad about the fact that I didn't make my hair.

My scalp was literally on fire.

"Ken let go you're hurting me." I begged, feeling immense pain in my head. Tears threatened to fall down my cheek but I held it back.

"Kiss me." he ordered, finally letting go of my hair. He held my neck_squeezing it, pulling me closer to him.

"Ken please" I begged.  I couldn't stand the pain anymore.

"Kiss me or Scar suffers." He threatened. He kissed the corner of my mouth, while his hands ran through my skin.

I tried to cover my breast with my hand but he pushed my hands away. "Let me see you, you're mine to see."

I kissed him on his lip while fighting to take in air through my blocked lungs.

My lips shook when it got closer to his. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They fell in quantum.

Ken pulled me nearer to him, then he slid his tongue in my mouth. I struggled to be free of him but he was right, fighting only turned him on more.

He held my right breast and squeezed it hard letting my neck go.

I bent down and inhaled deeply trying to get as much air into my lungs as I could.

He pulled my hair and forced me to face him then he claimed my lips.

I couldn't even fight him even if I wanted to. Lack of air in my lungs had made me so weak only his grip on my hair stopped me from falling to my knees.

Ken's kiss was so demanding

I bit his lip and he took that as an invitation to kiss me harder.

I was able to move away from him a little when he got distracted by lust and lack of breath.

"Ken stop please!" I cried out.

"You enjoyed it Mira I know you did. Tell me that you did. Tell me you enjoy my touch. You do right?" Ken asked, his voice dripping with lust.

He snaked his hand around my waist with his right hand and pulled me to him. His left hand gripped my ass and squeezed it.

There was hardly any space between us again.

"Let scar go please." I blurted out.

I did not dare to look at scar while I spoke because I feared that what I might see would weaken any resolve I had left.

"Don't mention his name again, he doesn't exist."Ken sighed, then he smiled. "We are the only ones that exist here now. Me and you." He hit my ass and groaned.

I could see he tried not to shout at me. I didn't care if he did all this because of his supposed love for me. Love is not selfish. He was only obsessed and right now I wished him death.

"What are you going to do to.. S..Him? I tried not to say Scars name. I did. But he was my whole essence.

Ken wasn't stupid he knew I was referring to scar. I was testing his patience but I had no other choice.

Ken frowned at my request.

"If you insist I will let him go. I will do anything for you, you know that right?"

I nodded sheepishly. Anything to save Scar. "I insist."

"Letting Scar go will depend on how happy I am and how happy I am depends on how well you please me."

I nodded in understanding, and muttered something like OK. I had no more fight in me_ anything I said now might infuriate him and he won't let Scar go. I had to thread softly.

"Good girl." Ken smiled, then he kissed me.

"Where did I stop" he said pausing to look at me. "Yes now I remember." He drawled. "Your Belle button."

He held my waist with one hand and continued touching me with the other. He caressed my lower stomach and I bit my lips hard to stop myself from spitting on him again.

If there was a chance that he would let Scar go then I could not afford to ruin it.

"You want me don't you?" Ken asked, looking up at me.

His voice was rough, deep and hoarse. It was obvious that he taking every muscle in his body to resist me. To resist doing what he really wanted to.

But His desire to torment Scar was more than his desire for me. I felt like their was more to his hatred for Scar than me wanting to save him. I didn't reply, my heart was beating so fast I was surprised it was still beating.

Ken stared at me now,

"You are so beautiful." He complemented, sounding genuine.

He held my waist and leaned in to my neck to take in my scent. "And you smell like beauty."

I wanted to puke when a powerful voice reverberated through the room halting me.

"Stopppp!" Scar screamed.