Chapter 040
HANNAH
A loud knock on the door made me startle violently. In a second, I had rolled off the bed and was on my feet.
With a racing heart, I called out, "Wh-who is it?"
"Me," replied a voice, the voice of a maid.
I clutched my chest in relief and weakly called for her to come in. Anyone who wasn't Asher or his father were welcome. I should have even known Asher wasn't the one in the first place as he would never knock. He would just barge in like an animal with nothing but horrible intentions to execute.
"Hi," I said to the girl.
She merely acknowledged me with a toss of her head. To the maids in this house, I was more or less one of them. I was Asher's mate only in name and they all knew that.
"Master Asher wants you to do his laundry." the girl said, and when I merely nodded, she added, "Now. His clothes are in his room."
She couldn't have said anything worse. Doing his laundry, I didn't mind that, but going to his room was a whole different matter. I could only wish that he would not be there when I went to get the clothes.
But of course he was. Fate wasn't giving me a brief these days. Asher half turned from the window out of which he had been staring. He gestured impatiently at a large pile of clothes strewn on the floor in one corner of the room.
"Pack that shit up," he ordered.
I nodded, hurried over and began packing armfuls of the clothes into the laundry basket. All the time I was conscious of Asher's eyes boring holes into my skin anytime I bent down to retrieve a stray piece of clothing. Whenever I ventured a glance at him, I could see the lust in his eyes. I didn't want to bend but I just had to. My hands were shaking with nerves and relief as I went on my knees to pick up the last article of clothing, a shirt that had somehow found it's way under the bed.
I was almost sobbing with relief as I headed for the door. In a flash, Asher was there in front of it, blocking my path.
"And where are you going?" he said with a leer.
I heard a click in my throat when I swallowed. "I- I want to wash these."
He knocked the laundry basket on to the floor, and made a grab at my boobs. I flinched.
He raised a brow. "What have I told you about not letting me get anything I want. Huh?"
"Please, Asher. Please..." I started to go on my knees. He yanked me to my feet. "Please don't hurt me."
"Hurt you? Where's the hurt in this?" He barked out a laugh. "Believe me, when I hurt you, you will know." Asher gripped my arm, dragged to the wall and pinned me against it. "This right here is more like fun."
He grabbed my breasts again, and squeezed them so hard it hurt. He cupped my butt. ran his hands over my thighs. When his hands slipped under the hem of my dress and I cursed myself a thousand times over for wearing a gown today. Not that any other clothing would have helped anyway if Asher was intent on having his way. I shivered, cried, begged him to let me go. At a point his eyes glazed over as his lust took over. His breath came in sharp pants. He looked like he was in another world of his own and I doubted he could hear me cry. His eyes were fixated on my boobs, half of which he had exposed by tearing part of the top half of my blouse.
Most times, Asher acted like an animal but in that moment, he was nothing but a beast.
"Asher please... I'll do anything you want but don't make me do this..." I cried.
"Stop your snivelling, bitch," he growled. "You should be happy I'm willing to touch your worthless body. Who are you saving yourself for? Huh? The fucking triplets? You're my property now. Mine to do with as I please."
He twisted my neck savagely to the left,and trailed kisses along it. The touch of his lips made my skin crawl. He ground himself against me. The room spun and I felt dizzy. I had forgotten to breathe. What was I going to do? Attack him? Scream? If I did, who in this house would help me? Shutting my eyes tightly, I offered up a silent prayer to the moon goddess to save me this time. I wasn't sure she was listening but I prayed anyway. Several metallic clicks told me that Asher was unbuckling his belt.