First Love

Lily pov

I stilled.

Looking at him in horror, I pushed saliva down my throat. He will not do anything with me, right?

“Come on baby, let me fuck you.” He smirked.

No. I never meant like this. And here I thought that he couldn’t hurt me. How can I forget that he’s the person who kidnaped me? Off course he can hurt me. He had already done damage to my body and mind. He can easily force himself on me and exploit me sexually.

And I fear him for that.

He jumped on the bed and in next moment I knew I was trapped beneath me. He was hovering above me like a monster ready to leash it’s demons out.

“Please. Don’t.” I pleaded.

He smirked and ran his tongue over my cheeks. I shivered at his filthiness. Trying to push him away, I cleared his saliva from my cheeks.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I promise I’ll be easy on you.” He said and bites my earlobe ever so softly that for a second I forgot everything but the pleasure.

He rolled his tongue down my neck and bites on my flesh making me shiver in delight. The temperature in the room suddenly rose and I felt like I was about to go deeper into the pools of pleasure before he decided to tear apart my top.

I stiffened realising that I was actually enjoying all that. Frowning upon myself, I looked straight into his eyes who was staring back at me.

His orbs were beautiful like I always said before. But I don’t know why in them resides pain which was unfamiliar to me. He was definitely hiding something. We both looked at each other in silence but this time the silence wasn’t comfortable.

“You don’t want to do this to me, don’t you?” I asked, still in daze of his beautiful eyes.

He blinked, softening his eyes and the temper in them. Slowly he shook his head and get up to maintain distance from me.

He went out of the room without uttering a single word.

I lay there dumbfounded.

What had just happened?

And what’s wrong with me? How can I get pleasure when he was sucking my neck’s skin? Shit!

I hate him!

I wore one of his shirt when I found nothing else to wear and after bandaging my feet again. My feet were still hurting but somehow I managed to walk out of the room.

Adrain was sitting on the floor. He was drinking alcohol. I thought of going to him but I was confused that what if he does something to me. He will not harass me sexually, will he?

No. He won’t. My inner concise told me.

I took baby steps towards him and silently sat beside him.

He passed me alcohol bottle, the one which he was drinking. I thought of declining his offer but I needed something hard to ease my pain.

“I… I didn’t…” He trailed off.

Huh?

“I didn’t mean to… I will never r-rape you.” He shuttered.

Blinking my eyes in confusion, I looked at him. He was staring back at me. “Okay.” I mumbled.

“I have kept you on hostage to hurt you not rape you. I am not like your …” He was about to say something before he closed his mouth.

I gulped down alcohol and tried to forget everything for a moment. I needed break from everything that’s happening to me. Maybe he too needed break from whatever he’s doing to me.

“Why did you needed kidney transplantation?” He asked, now being completely drunk.

I raised my eyebrows. Why such questions?

“My kidney was not okay since I was kid.” I replied.

He looked at me and then chuckled. “Wow.”

“What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“You are sick, I hope you know that.” I said under the influence of alcohol.

He took the bottle from my hand and after gulping down for another round, he laughed. “I know Lily, I know but you’ve no idea that who’s been sicker.”

I clicked my tongue at his words because they made no sense to me.

“You didn’t answer properly that how much do you hate me?” I asked.

“I’ll twist your feet again. I see you’ve applied fresh bandages, are you sure that you want to waste more blood?”

“I am not scared of you, Adrain.” I answered.

He scurried his eyebrows and intently watches my face to observe a bit of fear but he found none. “I don’t care. As long as your family suffers, I don’t care.”

What my family had done to him? Why this much hatred?

“Adrain.”

“Mhmm.”

“What my family has done to you?” I asked.

And in matter of seconds, he grabbed my hair into his fist and squared me to the wall. Staring into my eyes, he wishpered. “You’ve no fucking idea, do you?”

I shook my head in denial and waited for him to let me go but instead he dipped his head low to kiss me. To my surprise, this time the kiss was slow and soft. He let go of my hair and encircled his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“But I am going to make you suffer even though you’re innocent.”

“Why?” I asked in-between his kiss.

“Because you’re mine.”