Lust? by Medusa Epoch (best historical fiction books of all time .TXT) 📕

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“Why are you doing this?”

 

"Because I love you" he answered simply.

 

“NO! You don't love me. Love is gentle. It means giving not taking. "

 

His face reflected hurt. He closed his eyes momentarily and then reopened them. His anguish was replaced with fury.

 

He placed his hands on the wall besides my body, blocking me. I could not move. I could not escape. I looked up in his eyes. I could see the struggle there. But I could not understand what he was thinking. He looked angry, fury reflecting on his handsome face. But his hands where clutched into a fist. He was trying to control himself.

 

“Then what is it?" he asked coldly.

 

I had not anticipated his voice to be so cool after a rejection. He now had a cold look on his face. I feared this more than I feared his fury. It was threatening. I wanted to run away………..anywhere but away from here.

 

“SAY!” he said in his commanding voice.

 

I knew I should just shut up and not say a word. I knew it could only worsen the situation. But my mouth refused to listen to my brain. As if it had grown a mind of its own, the words flowed out “This is lust! You just lust me!”

 

As soon as the words flowed out of my mouth I knew that I had made a grave mistake. My head fell down, my hair covering my face. But the crime had already been committed.

 

Gathering some courage I dared to look at his face. His expression was deadly. If anyone dared cross him at that moment, he would be found dead the very next moment.

 

His hand left my side and the very next moment a fist was coming towards my face. It hit the wall inches away from my head. There was a crushing sound that shuddered my heart. It lost a beat. I was so scared. A tear rolled down my eyes.

 

Compared to his gesture, his face looked cool. I couldn’t comprehend it.

 

I could see the pain behind his eyes. But it was masked by a stronger feeling……a MUCH stronger feeling. HURT!!

 

But it did not last long. He was furious again.

 

He suddenly wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me up to his chest. I could not feel the ground under my feet anymore. I gasped. I tried to move but could not. I was trapped. He held my wrists behind my body with one hand.

 

He brought the other hand near my face. I dared to look up. I froze under his gaze. I knew I had crossed the safety line.

 

The person I saw was unrecognizable. His expression could not be interpreted. I had never seen this side of him. It was dreadful.

 

He touched my cheek, then my jaw. His hand moved down my neck and stopped at my collar bone. He then jerked me off. I landed up hitting my back to the wall.

 

He quickly grabbed my wrists again, this time above my head. I closed my eyes in fear. I wished it to be a dream. I wished that I would open my eyes and all will be back to normal. But it was no movie.

 

That next thing that I felt was his lips on mine kissing me hungrily, nibbling at my lower lip, trying to get an entrance into my mouth. But I would not give in so easily. He bit my lip hard. I could taste the blood on them. I opened my mouth in a groan. He did not lose the opportunity. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth trying to go as deep as possible. His tongue moved around my mouth trying to familiarize with its design. His kisses grew deeper.

 

My lungs were out of oxygen. I was out of breadth. When he withdrew his mouth we both were breathing roughly, trying to get as much air as possible.

 

Through his gritted teeth he said “Then let it be lust. I’ll show you what lust is!”

 

His last words made me shudder.

2

 

 

The next thing I know is that the whole world has gone upside down. I was being carried by him over his shoulder. With just one swipe he had held me over his shoulder and was carrying me outside the building.

 

“LEAVE ME!!”

 

“Put me down”

 

“What are you trying to do?”

 

“Shhh. Keep quite. I’m gonna show you what I promised.” He said in a cold voice.

 

It sent a chill down my spine. My whole body became rigid. I could not move due to fear.

 

He was still carrying me and we were outside the building. He carried me to his car and jerked me inside, locking it, making sure that I could not leave it.

 

It was already dark outside. The parking lot was empty. Everyone was inside the building, in the auditorium enjoying the party. I cried for help but my voice could reach no one. I was trapped. There was no escape.

 

He got in the car, behind the wheels and started driving.

 

“Please let me go. Please” I said while crying but it seemed that nothing reached him. Not even my pain.

 

When I protested, he simply took off his tie he was wearing with his suit and tied my hands together, making sure that I could not move them. He secured me in my seat. Then he pulled of his car. As soon as we reached the main road he drove off at a high speed. The trees around the road were a blur in the darkness.

 

I did not know where he was taking me. I could not recognize the way.

 

Every minute sitting there felt like an hour. Soon he pulled in front of a mansion, like one’s that you see in movies. He pulled into the drive way and parked the car in front of the stairs that led to a huge door.

 

He quickly got off the car and came over my side. I can do this. When he opens the car door I’m gonna knock my knee into his stomach and run as fast as I can.

 

When he opens the door I hit him and he staggers back in pain. I get off the car and run at full speed. But soon a hand appears around my waist and in a flash I’m over his shoulders again.

 

“Let me go.”

 

“YOU BELONG TO ME. I’M GONNA DO WHATEVER I LIKE.” He said. I could hear pain and fury in his voice though I could not see his face.

 

When we entered the house I could see a dining room where few kids of his age were having fun.

 

“Help! Help! Please save me!”

 

They looked at me and passed a smirk. What the..??

 

“You can shout as much you like but nothing can save you from me” he said while carrying me to the above floor. He opened the door to a room, got inside and locked it.

 

There was a huge bed in the center of the room. He carried me to the bed and pushed me down. I landed on the soft bed. When I opened my eyes he was hovering over me. I could finally have a look at his face. The handsome face I so much liked but despised at the moment.

 

Seeing into his deep blue eyes all I could see was pain. Why was he in so much pain? Because of me? Just because I refused to sleep with him like all other girls?

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Publication Date: 08-28-2017

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