Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (top ten ebook reader .txt) 📗

"I want to say something too" she said confidentially but sarcastically.

"Say it"

"I want divorce from you " her only five lettered simple sentence changed his expressions as she could clearly count the changed colours on his face.

"Today you dared to utter this but there won't be a next time. Because listen to my answer clearly that I am never going to divorce you! I gave you a choice before marriage, get fucked by me or marry me. This marriage is your choice. So stop dreaming babe that I'll let you go" he said each word slowly but clearly shattering her each hope.

Her mind stopped thinking and shock, disappointment and hurt was clearly visible on her face. Tears were at the edge as she stared at him deliberately.

Without a waste of another second, he came forward and held her from her nape, taking her lips into a feverish kiss. He stroked his tongue on the walls of her mouth, desperately asking for response. Her mind was so occupied with the hurt and she couldn't feel any pleasure. 
She just closed her eyes in agony and let him access her body. While his fingers pinched her nipples from the thick cloth of her shirt. As he held her more close to him. Her breath hitched.
He could taste the mango juice on her red lips.

She tried to push him away with her both hands as her lungs ran out of oxygen. He sucked on her tongue, giving her tingling sensation. She struggled for air.
He sucked and bit on her lower lip before letting her breath, as she coughed badly.

He took her by her hand and made her stand. As he took long strides, she tried to gain his fast moving pace. He took her to TV lounge and made her sit on the couch. 
She didn't understood a bit of it, but didn't resisted either.

"Let's watch a romantic movie together" he said as he sat beside her turning the TV on. She remained unfazed.

As her back touched the couch, the pain shook her and unwilling hiss left her mouth. 
He heard the light sound while he turned the movie on. Something unusual came in his mind. 

He stood up from his place and went out of the lounge.

After some minutes he returned with the aid box. He sat beside her.

"Take off your shirt" he told her.

She remained unmoved.

"I don't need it." She refused.

"I told you not asked you! Take off your shirt or I will rip it down with the scissors" he said in his final threatening tone. She could feel the firmness in his words.
She turned her back on him and lightly took off the shirt.

"Who asked you to wear undergarments?" He scolded her as he saw the bra hooks making the wound bleed again.

She remained silent at his words. As he was the one who gave her the worst pain and now he was the one who was acting like that he cares for her.