Yes, Master by Marwa M (best books to read for women .TXT) 📕

Author Pov

He puffed a bunch of smoke out of his lips with a small smirk playing on it while his sinful eyes were staring at the girl laying in front of him. On his bed. Having his claim. Finally.

He was only in his sweatpants along with his wet hair as he just took a fresh shower. The night. It was ended just a few hours ago and he had no doubt in saying it.

It was the best night of his life.

He claimed what he always wanted to. His infatuation was going crazy thinking about her curves again and again. How his fingers touched her. Got buried deep inside her.

How his lips touched every inch of her burning flesh. How he bit every corner leaving his bruises on her skin. And his sadist mind loved every bit of it.

He loved feeling her under his mercy. He loved how vulnerable and dependent she looked when she gave him her consent. He knew her consent was forced but did he mind it. No. Never.

He was tired of waiting and the way she wasn't even trying to let him in it was obvious only force could get him to have his way to her. And it eventually happened.

He had her. He became her first. He became the only man who touched her. Who had her. And he will make sure to be last as well.

He thought that maybe after having her and filling his desires. Maybe just maybe his obsession would cool down but instead watching her writhing under him. Watching her fully on his mercy burnt his desires higher.

Submissive being extremely vulnerable is what Xavier had always loved. He loved being the dominant one and controlling his submissive. He was never a fan of women being dominant instead he loves when they beg. Either for mercy or more.

And ofcourse Valerie didn't beg him for more. She just laid there let him do what he desired not even once she uttered a word. She let him have his way with her in every way he wanted.

Even though her eyes betrayed her. Her emotions but she still didn't let her mind or heart betray her. It's not easy for the body to not feel pleasure but the only thing she felt in her heart was disgust.

Throwing the cigarette away he walked towards her sleeping figure. She looked paler than before and why not. It was the best night for him but not for her but does it matter. No. For him, it didn't.

She was here for his pleasure and it's not like he didn't make her release herself several times. And that was enough for him to think what he did wasn't wrong. Not at all.

He pulled the sheets to her neck staring at her. His eyes darken as once again sinful desires clouded his mind watching her painted neck with his marks.

He loved it. He loved how his marks looked so beautiful on her skin. Only his marks.

He traced his cold finger on her jawline which also had light marks granted by him. She flinched in her sleep letting out a small whimper which didn't add any mercy in his eyes. Instead, it only raised his desires.

He leaned down letting his intoxicated breath met her dry bruised lips. Even her lips were swollen badly because of his assault.

He was about to attach his lips not caring about how damage he already had done to the poor soul. But before he could do he heard a soft knock on the door making his jaw clenched in anger.

Closing his eyes he took deep breaths still keeping his face extremely closer to her. Finally relaxing he opened his eyes only to find her head turned away this time.

She must have felt uncomfortable because of his stinky breathing. He threw one last glance at her before pulling his body up and glaring at the door.

He threw the waste of ashtray in the dustbin and started walking outside. He threw oversized white shirt over his body and opened the knob of the door. As soon as he exited the door he came face to face with Chris who smirked at him.

"Couldn't You fucking wait till the morning. You just had to ruin my best night." Chris chuckled shaking his head before rolling his eyes.

"Puoi continuare I tuoi desideri lussuriosi più tardi, ma in questo momento la tua cagna mi sta dando sui nervi. Tratta con lei. La puttana del cazzo è così irritante" Xavier huffed out in annoyance before walking towards his office. (-You can continue your lustful desires later but right now your bitch is getting on my fucking nerves. Deal with her. Fucking bitch is so irritating.)

Meanwhile

She squeezed her eyes before fluttering them open letting out a pained whimper. Her whole body felt like it got crushed under a mountain.

Her legs felt numb while several parts of her body ached feeling a burning sensation on her skin. She clutched her stomach in pain as another wave of pain hit her body.

Her body seemed paralyzed at that moment. Her swollen bloodshot eyes stared at the ceiling blankly. She didn't feel the pain of her body. She didn't feel the pain of her soul bleeding. She didn't feel the pain her stabbed heart felt.

She was numb. Empty. Her eyes blankly stayed glued on the luxurious ceiling. All the memories of a few hours ago torture came crashing on her as she did feel several knives attacking her fibres but refused to acknowledge it.

Removing the thin cover away from her body she carefully sat up on the bed. Her face scrunched up in terrible pain as soon as she lifted her aching body on her trembling legs.

She stumbled a little as the lamp on the side table fell on the table in a laying position. But she ignored the cut she got on her hand. It was nothing against what her whole body was feeling.

She limped towards the bathroom. His luxurious bathroom but didn't forget to bring her warm clothes along with her. She didn't want to take chances. What if he came back and she would be only in a towel. No. She wouldn't be able to survive another painful torture. At least in a same night.

She was grateful to him for leaving her alone. She didn't feel disappointed and why would she even be. It's not like she had any feelings towards him.