Chapter Eighty one
What happens next is a brutal hard fuck that I have to take while he looks at me still from his vantage point above me and it’s like he is not there with me. He is looking me in the eye as tears stream down by this time I am not crying anymore but groaning from the pain whenever the pressure becomes too much but Cyrus does not have a single reaction on his face except the small short sounds he makes now and then especially when I experience pain and groan or scream my displeasure.
I finally look away from him and close my eyes and then he lies on top of me still thrusting inside of me and licks the opposite side from where he bit the last time, between my neck and my shoulders, and I think he wants me to finally get some pleasure from this before he starts biting hard again making sure he breaks the skin and sucks on me like a vampire while I scream and try to push him off the whole time, and that’s when he finally releases inside of me while he growls like an animal.
After he has taken his breath he ejects forcefully from me like he wants me to experience pain which I do as I flinch and release a cry while he watches my face but I can’t get myself to look at him right now. Then he gets the keys and releases my aching hands, and as he does I can’t help it but spit in his face with all the anger I have inside of me. He doesn’t react immediately as he starts climbing off me but then he slaps my already sore pussy so hard, I yelp from the bed holding my private part and full blown crying now with the tears and the sound and everything. As I do he walks into his bedroom unbothered closing the door behind him and closing me out of his life since he is already done with me tonight.
I take some much needed breath before I slowly pulling myself from his bed and will myself from his bedroom before he comes back and finds me here. I get into my bedroom and secure all the locks before I lie on the bed and cry myself to sleep again. I can’t do this anymore.
By the next morning I am woken by a knock on the door and the sound that’s calling my name is Margret’s voice.
“Bella, would you open the door please. Cyrus told me you’re not doing well again this morning and told me to prepare something for you.” She says through the door. I know I must look like a mess and I don’t want her to see me like this and I don’t have enough time to look presentable before I open the door.
“I will be down in a second, just give me a few minutes.”
“I am already here princess, it’s not a problem. Just let me put it inside dear.”
“Why don’t you leave it by the door, I have to rush to the bathroom.” I answer back and run to the bathroom and closing the door a little harder than necessary to drive the point home.
I avoid my reflection in the mirror and head straight to shower, when the water hits me it stings when it gets to my wounds but I suck it up. I then brush my teeth and put on clothes that cover my wounds and the cuff marks on my wrist before I have to finally look at myself in the mirror so I can look presentable when I walk downstairs.
Luckily I don’t have to since Margret left my breakfast at the door, so I take it inside, eat, drink the medicine and get back under the covers. She knocks again during daytime having brought me lunch and I tell her to come in since I didn’t lock the door.
“How are you doing, are you feeling any better?” She asks as she sets the food with clear concern in her eyes.
“I am okay Margret, just feeling under the weather.”
“Or maybe we should start preparing for little Cyrus in the house.” she says with a wink and I nearly have a heart attack.
“No. of course not.” I answer back like she has just accused me of doing something scandalous.
“It’s okay near, nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re married and in love, you should be over the moon.”
“I am not pregnant Margret, please don’t repeat this to anyone else, even Cyrus.”
“Your secrets safe with me.” she says with a wink again and I sigh since she is already convinced I am carrying the devils child while the truth is so, so, worse than she can imagine but I don’t want to burst her bubble.
Margret makes sure I have had my dinner before she leaves making me promise to call her tomorrow if I still don’t feel well, so she can come look after me. I tell her I am already doing great and she should not worry about me. When she leaves the leaves the first thing I do is lock my bedroom door and then look for my phone and turn it on. I have massages from my parents saying they saw Cyrus and he told them I was okay so they want me to call back and check in, my mother in law also left a text to call her back and I have an international call that I don’t bother with. But there is a massage from someone I never thought would dare reach out to me, its Cullen ‘can we talk?’ his massage says.
I am immediately filled with so much anger I feel like I want to hit something. How dare he send me this massage as if we are friends again and he didn’t just shutter my whole life. Everything that’s happening to me right now it’s his fault from the minute he made that lie to me in Cyrus’s bedroom and then he sealed my fate with a kiss. I try to forget about him since he doesn’t mean anything to my life anymore but a distant memory. I have to think about my life now with Cyrus because I can’t continue being his whore anymore, I won’t let him.
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