Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (read me like a book TXT) 📗

On impulse, I pushed at his chest but he didn't budge an inch. Our eyes were still locked. 

"And I hate you. It's not only you who is regretting this marriage I am regretting it too. Every day. Every second. Much much more than you do," tears ran down my eyes. I felt a wave of relief when he released my chin but the relief faded away soon when he threaded his fingers through my hair. He tugged my hair forcefully making my face tilt heavenward. I closed my eyes as the pain was indescribable. 

When I opened them I saw him leaning over me. To close to my comfort. My soft breasts were completely plastered against his stony chest. I felt his minty breath tickling my lips and found his eyes caressing my every feature. Lust burned in them fuelled by rage. His clenched jaw suggested that my words had stoked his fury even more. 

"And I regret having you as my husband who doesn't trust me. Who calls me a whore. Who thinks I can sleep with anyone. I regret being your wife, Alexander Knight. I hate you with every fiber of my being," Beads of tears slid down my eyes like rain. My lips quivered as sobs ripped through my throat.

I held his gaze even though it was burning me from insides. We didn't speak anything for a few seconds and then he broke the silence by saying something that completely threw me off my balance.     

"Kiss me," he hissed through his teeth. Urgency and lust flooding through his eyes. 

My eyes widened like saucers. I shook my hand in no. To which he yanked at my hair with so much force that I was convinced that a big chunk of my hair must have come out. 

"Kiss me, slave," he seethed again. Once again he had me stumped. He knew exactly which words would hurt me the most and he never left an opportunity of using them against me. 

"No," I snapped back while fisting his hand that was tanged in my hair. 

He leaned closer and sensually brushed his lips with mine. 

"Kiss me or I'll ruin his life," His calm tone dripped with the threat. He was talking about Ian. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling helpless.  I knew Alex would make good on his threat if I wouldn't comply with his demand. I was feeling helpless. 

Without opening my eyes, I reached up and crashed my wet lips over his dry ones. I was planning on giving him a quick peck on the lips but just as I was retreating he grabbed my lower lip between his teeth and pulled me back into his mouth. His hot lips moved against mine with heated passion. I tried to control myself but my self-constraint soon crumbled down. I hate to admit it but the touch of his lips made my insides explode with all-consuming lust. His painful grip on my hair had now turned into a possessive hold and his other hand was caressing my naked sides with a fervor that was turning me hot everywhere. For the first time, I felt special. I felt wanted by him. 

One second he was kissing me with the intensity of a starved lover and the next second he drew back and shoved me back into the wall. I was confused and shocked, to say the least. His eyes were sizing up the floor. He too looked shocked and upset as well. Like he wasn't supposed to do this. 

I saw him raking his fingers through his hair before storming off my room.