Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

“What are you trying to do?” I asked shakily, as I took nervous steps backwards, in a bid to get away from him.

“What do you think?” he asked instead, as he drew closer to me. His eyes were dark with desire and his aura was lethal. The room instantly felt suffocating to me and for a moment, I thought I would collapse.

I pulled away from him until I felt my back wedging against the hardness of the wall. I darted my eyes around fearfully, looking for the next escape route possible, while he walked on ominously towards me, with a smug, dirty smile on his face and a shiny dagger in his hand. The look of determination surged in torrents in his eyes, and I wished the walls behind me could break, just so I could escape from this beast.

“Don’t do this, please!” I begged with a tear stained face, but he chuckled darkly instead.

“I know you want it as much as I do.”

“No, please. Don’t do this to me.” I cried as I tried to run away to another safe spot, just to stall him, but he grabbed me and pulled me closer to him, pressing my butt against his bulge and my back against his heaving chest. I stood immovable in his grip as he slightly pressed the dagger to my face, careful not to hurt me with it, but close enough to injure me if I tried to struggle. I stared at him from the corner of my eyes, as I breathed in terror at our closeness and the knife close to my face.

“I want to mark you.” he whispered huskily in my ears. “I want to mark you so that that fucker will know you are mine.” He said before gently digging his teeth into my ear, slowly, painfully. I hated him even more as I could not help but cry. I just let the tears fall freely on my face. I was helpless, totally helpless before him.

I was a toy in this filthy man’s hands, and for a moment, I wished I hadn’t come here to wash.

“You are a maniac!” I spat in disgust.

“Shhhh!” he said and chuckled darkly, before pushing me harder against his bulge, and pinning me to the spot.

“Don’t make me hate you.” I whispered in disgust. “Don’t make me hate you, Ethan more than I already do.”

He seemed to be pissed off at my words and suddenly spun me around to face him, pressing my back against the wall behind me. He held the knife to my throat angrily as his breathing became heavy with anger. I stood there helplessly watching him and breathing raggedly in fear.

“You think I care about your love or your hate?” He asked with a menacing look on his face as he pressed me still to the wall.

“Now,” he whispered in a husky tone laced with lust, “you will kiss me slowly like the cute little girl you are. Do that while I’m being nice.” He said leaning closer to me.

“Take the dagger away.” I said trying to feign courage as I looked into his lewd eyes.

He gave a throaty laughter before pulling the dagger away, and I immediately raised up my knees to hit his groin, but he caught it mid air, laughing with mockery in his voice. I shrinked in fear as he held my leg still, capturing the only form of defence I knew.

“You are so smart, Galena.” He said in a sing-song mocking tone as he stared at me with an amused look. “It’s cute how you never forget things. Now you are gonna use what I taught you on me, huh?” He asked, lifting my leg to wrap around his waist as he drew closer to me.

“Ethan. Please.” I cried in pain. I'm not in the right mind for this…” I was saying, but he stopped me by smashing his lips into mine, kissing me fiercely, arrogantly, with all the hatred he had stored up for me. I felt disgusted and tried to push him away, but he dropped the knife to the floor, grabbed my face in his two large palms, kissed me hard, exploring every part of my mouth forcefully. I could taste a mixture of alcohol and blood in his mouth as he kissed me, and I could feel my belly churn in disgust. I gasped for breath intermittently, but he only released me when he wanted to.

He slid his hand under my big dress and started rubbing my thighs with his hands, squeezing my butt fiercely as he deepened his kiss. I struggled furtively all to no avail, and once again, I just wished the over entitled Brandon would appear and smack his disgusting head to the wall.

“Trust me. I will mark you, and you’ll like every bit of it.” He whispered over my lips before smashing into them again.

I groaned against his touch and kisses, trying so hard to unfurl myself from his grip, but he had a way of keeping me still. He pulled away from me, studying me lasciviously, and I could almost feel naked under his eyes. He had a sly smile on his face as he stared intently at me, while I heaved breathlessly from the attack I just had with him.

“Ethan. Stop this.” I cried as I leaned against the wall.

“No…” he crooned, smiling deviously at me before picking the knife from where he had dropped it earlier. “We’ve just begun. Trust me, you’ll love it.” he drew closer to me again.

“No. Let me go!” I screamed, but he immediately pressed his lips to mine fiercely, muffling my screams, stuffing them back into my throat.

He quickly clasped his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming, and placed the dagger close to my face, as he pulled away from me.

“Say my name, baby. Say it while I crest it on your face.” he said huskily as he slightly pressed the blade on my face, giving me a slight cut. He removed his hand from over my mouth to enable me to speak.

“Please…” I begged.

“Maybe, I should fuck you while you say it.” He said with a wicked grin as he tried to strip me of my dress.

“NO!” I screamed struggling, but he used his teeth to bite down on my neck, while his other hand traced through my body. I groaned in pain, wishing that my knight would just appear.

His hand found my panties, and as he tried to slide his hand in, the door bursts open, landing on the floor with a loud thud; and I was pretty sure it was my knight that had appeared.