Main Course

"Sara's point of view,"

Like a ravenous wolf, he was sucking my lips. I attempted to break free of his hold, but he had such a firm grip on my knuckles that I could not even move.

I had no idea he could be so terrifying. Before meeting him, I had never encountered a man like him.

He seemed indifferent to other people's sentiments and emotions when he was furiously kissing me.

Just because I feel obligated to kneel before him doesn't give him the right to rule over me. I couldn't stop him from kissing me in church, but he shouldn't have touched me inappropriately without my permission.

I got so exhausted from everything that was happening in my life that I fell asleep the second I stepped into the car. Or maybe I should say that I wanted to avoid him, so I slept off to avoid being near him. But when I felt a harsh touch on my thigh, I immediately opened my eyes.

When I asked him to remove his hand from my body, he gave me a firm squeeze on my thigh. His touch has left such an unpleasant aftertaste that I feel the need to jump in the shower as soon as possible.

His powerful crushing on my lips has not yet overwhelmed me. My lips were still burning, as if I had eaten green chili at lunch.

I don't understand who gave him the authority to treat me this way. After he ignored my request, the only way I could get him to stop touching me was to slap him.

Neil was always gentle with me. He even waited for our wedding day kiss to happen because he respected me. However, this monster destroyed everything.

I try hard not to let his tongue enter my mouth, but he bites the corner of my lips to show his authority over me and enters my mouth.

He accused me, saying that I was dying to feel him inside me. How can he think so lowly about me?

Was he so enthralled by my erotic stories that he thought they were all I could dream up?

After realizing that I couldn't stop him from biting my lips, I gave up trying to break free from his hold, but I still couldn't stop crying.

Why is all of this happening to me?

"That was just a teaser, Miss Grace. You will now have to deal with the repercussions of slapping me." He broke the kiss and glared at me.

His tone was slow, but his words conveyed fury and terror.

"Please let me go, Aron." I wiped my lips to clean up the remaining blood from his bite.

"You want me to let you go, even though I worked so hard to get you.

Do you think I'm stupid?" He approached my car's door from the side after opening it on his own.

"Baby doll, I have no time to tolerate your tantrums; therefore, please get down."

"Aaron, please. I am sorry for slapping you. " I never thought that one slap would turn this man into a monster. If I had known he would treat me like that, I would never have smacked him. However, he left me with no other option.

How am I going to let someone touch me without my permission?

I have loved Neil so much, but still, he never dared to touch me.

How dare this Aron finge to touch me?

"So you are not willing to cooperate with me." He stood in front of the car door, waiting for me to exit.

"Alright, then there are other ways for me to let you into the house." He reached for my hand in an attempt to pull me from the car, but I slipped to the left to avoid his touch.

"Sara Grace—don't test my patience. Do you still think there is a chance for you to escape me?" He swung around in the car and snatched me by the arms.

"Get me down; I can walk on my own." He did not respond to my angry punches or shouts.

I was surprised to find that there was no servant or security guard at his home. I'm now on my own with this monster. He opened the main door for us by pressing a remote button. Even though I struggled to break free from his hold, he didn't even slightly let go of my waist.

"Miss Grace, welcome to my world." He led me upstairs to the second floor of his home.

A single room occupied the second story. Only a few tiny red lights lit the room's corners; the rest of the room was completely dark.

When I laid eyes on this terrifying chamber, a chill ran down my spine. I could get a good view of the room if he could at least turn on the light. I felt a knot form in my stomach as my heartbeat quickened. My gut is telling me that something is going to be very unexpected for me.

All of a sudden, he flung me.

Due to my fear of being thrown to the floor, I closed my eyes. I anticipated feeling physically hurt and hearing a loud thud when my body crashed against the ground.

However, nothing happened as I expected. In reality, my body felt a gentle support on my back.

I opened my eyes to see where he had tossed me, but he had already tied my hands to the available angles on either side of the bed before I could move.

"Please let me go, Aron." He threw his coat in the corner of the room and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"I am much more ravenous now that I've had my starter, baby doll. How can I suppress my hunger when the main course tastes so good?"

In the room's red light, I caught a glimpse of his reflection. I saw a devil in his face, and his eyes only reflected lust.

He pushed my bridal gown upward, exposing my thighs to him.

"Aron, please let me go; you can not force me." I yelled to stop him.

To keep him from reaching out and touching my exposed thighs, I stomped on his chest.

"Miss Grace, It all happened because of your stubbornness and protest. If you effortlessly submit to me, you won't have to see this ruthless side of me." To spread my leg, he used a stretched bar between my legs.