Feeling his Lips

She stood in his embrace, feeling as still as a statue. His words had a paralyzing effect on her, making her feel frozen in place. The idea of being someone's object of desire was vehemently undesirable to her; but he was intent on making her his possession. As tears welled up in her eyes, she felt exposed and defenseless in the face of his remarks.

In that instant, she envisioned her husband desperately struggling to free himself and shouting out, though his words appeared distant and muffled.

Her body became completely unresponsive, akin to being transformed into a statue, while her tears cascaded uncontrollably. The mere thought of her personal boundaries being violated was unbearable to her. She vowed to herself that she would never permit such transgressions to occur. She would rather meet her demise than allow anyone to touch her without her consent.

He sensed a sensation of warmth as it made contact with his hand and gradually trickled down. Using one hand to grasp her, he employed the other to ascertain the source of this feeling, only to be entertained by the sight of water droplets. It soon became apparent to him that she was shedding tears.

Initially, he surmised that his act of embracing her had caused her distress, but had that been the case, she would have surely resisted. Instead, she remained motionless within his arms.

With a knowing smirk, he realized exactly why she was crying and ceased the struggle.

Drawing her closer, he savored the fragrance emanating from her, and in a low, muffled voice, he whispered into her ear,

"Don't worry, angel, no one but me will ever touch you..."

With those words, he gave her ear a tender peck.

She was lost in her own thoughts, completely unaware that he was speaking to her. She remained motionless, feeling completely devoid of any sensation.

"Let her go, you bastard!" her husband shouted, his anger mounting.

"Why would I do that, Ricardo?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glanced at the man who was struggling in his embrace.

"I have yet to lay a finger on her," he stated, planting a kiss on her cheek. She continued to stand there, completely unresponsive.

"Leave her, you assole! She is my wife," Daniel yelled with all the strength he had upon seeing his wife tightly held by the other man.

Lorenzo chuckled and remarked, "Ah, so now she is your wife. I thought you disliked her and married her solely for her father's sake. We both know she is of no value aside from one thing."

With that, he leaned towards her ear, lightly nibbled on it, drawing her out of her thoughts.

In a husky whisper, he added, "That she is only fit for warming our bed."

Hearing his words, she tightly closed her eyes, unable to suppress her emotions any longer. She perceived that others regarded her as an object rather than a human being, causing immense pain in her. The continuous mistreatment from everyone around her exceeded all bounds, making her despise her current situation.

Suddenly, she felt him burying his face in her neck from behind and embracing her firmly, pressing their bodies close together without even the slightest gap.

Sensations of fear coursed through her as she felt his lips on her skin, accompanied by deep, open-mouthed kisses.

She glanced up and witnessed her husband struggling in the grip of others, still bleeding from his arm. Turning her gaze towards her mother-in-law, she observed a look of disdain on her face as she witnessed her son's wife being held by another man. Looking around at the other men in her vicinity, she noticed an evil glint in their eyes, as if they took enjoyment in her plight.

She was unable to tolerate any more when his hand, which had been around her waist, began to move upwards towards her breast. The intense humiliation left her feeling as though she might die, so she pleaded desperately with him in a trembling voice that came out as a whisper, yet he heard it.

"Please."

He removed his head from her and suddenly realized the severity of his actions and the fact that they took place in front of everyone.

Filled with anger at himself for losing control, he clenched his jaw tightly and gripped her tightly, causing her to wince in pain as though her ribs might crack under his forceful grip.

Releasing her from his embrace without saying a word, she let out a small inaudible sigh, feeling as though her blood was finally beginning to flow normally again after being held so tightly by him.

She was overcome with a sense of uncertainty, unsure of how to proceed. Fear paralyzed her, preventing her from moving, as she contemplated the potential consequences of attempting to escape. She was aware that he had ceased his actions in response to her pleading, her desperate appeals having momentarily halted his intentions.

However, she was reluctant to provoke him further by taking any action at this moment. The thought of her body being objectified in front of others due to his cruel behavior filled her with deep distress. She dreaded the prospect of her virtue and dignity being shattered in such a public manner, without any consideration. She resolved to protect her virtue at any cost, even if it meant sacrificing her own life.

Summoning her courage, she wiped away her tears and considered appealing to him to spare everyone. With her husband already injured and bleeding, she desperately wished to shield his mother from any further harm.

She attempted to turn around and confront him, but she became startled by a forceful sensation in her waist. Suddenly, she abruptly turned towards him, unable to comprehend what had just occurred, only to feel his lips forcefully pressing against hers.