Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) π
Out of fear she was not even able to raise her head and kept her eyes casted down.
He lifted her head up with his forefinger, underneath her chin and stared directly into her mesmerizing hazel eyes.
"Understood?"
"Yy....ye..ss" she croaked out. Her eyes were widened with fear and hands were fisting the bedsheet. Her cheeks were imprinted with red finger marks.
"Good. Now take of your clothes and fulfill your duty" he ordered.
She only pleaded him with her eyes. She was FINISHED!
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"Would you come out by yourself or do I have to carry you on my shoulder?" he asked, amused.
She immediately got out but her efforts didn't die down here. She begin to run in the opposite direction of the car on the road like a lunatic. It's been only ten steps away from the car when suddenly, someone held her arm, and the next thing she knew she was on the shoulder of that barbarian. She still struggled and begin to thrash violently against his firm grip.
"Guess what, seΓ±orita. I have to carry you on my shoulder" he said and spanked her plump ass.
Zahra stiffed at her place. All her thrashing stilled. It was so embarrassing for her. So weird.
"Stop it," she mumbled.
"Oh really?" he cocked his brow while moving towards the building.
"Yes, don't touch me"
He chuckled and gave another spank then rub his palm where he spanked to ease the sting.
Zahra felt violated. She knew he was doing purposely all of this. She does not like to be touched by anyone and that is why she never permitted Daniyal to touch her in any way despite loving him so much.
They both entered the building. There were boxes here and there and it was barely lightened. He moved more into the building in a big lounge-type area where there was a medium-sized table, two wooden chairs, and a bulb hanging from the ceiling.
He made her sit on one of the chairs and cuffed her hands. Zahra was utterly anxious. She was unaware of what is going to happen. Anticipation building inside her heart was killing her. Her heart was drumming in her ribcage.
Irtaza sat on the chair in front of her and kept looking at her intensely. Zahra was continuously fighting against the metal cuffs but her hands were getting injured in the process. And his intense gaze was making her already increased heartbeat accelerate.
She did not want to be here. She wanted to be in the warm embrace of her mother. She so wanted to hug her mother. Her brain was stupefied. Just an hour ago she was sleeping in her room and now she is in this deserted place with an unknown person who had slapped her so hard that her jaw still stings with it.
And just 3 days ago, she has both her parents by her side. She was happily enjoying her dinner with them. Now, she was all alone. With no one by her side. This feeling of helplessness and loneliness was doing things with her heart. Her throat was clogged and a sharp pain was shooting from the bridge of her nose and inside of her throat indicating she was on the verge of crying.
His intense gaze on her was causing goosebumps all over her body and she felt more and more helpless with each passing second. She felt like she was all at his mercy. She felt like he could do whatever he wanted to do with her and she won't be able to stop him. She felt restrained, caged, totally at his mercy.
And at last, tears fell down her eyes. Tears of pure helplessness. She stopped fighting against the cuffs knowing it was of no use and bent her head down.
"What do you want from me? Why did you take me here? Why just tell me why? What's my fault?" her voice held pure desperation.
He looked unfazed by her helpless state and kept staring at her.
"I will give you two options," he said, ignoring her questions.
She raised her head and looked at him confused.
"Options?" she frowned, sniffing her nose.
"Yes, and you've ten minutes to choose one of them." his voice cold and intimidating.
"Go on," she said with her heavy voice.
"Remember ten minutes," he warned.
She nodded her head. She was confused about what options he is going to put in front of her. But maybe this might be the chance for her to escape from him.
"Option A, I will fuck you. Option B, you will marry me."
All the color drained from her face.
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