Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

Beside her was her mother in law, Umer's mother. And at front, Umer and her father in law was sitting. Umer was driving car himself. She don't know where they were going. But one thing she was sure of, that tonight she will travel to Dubai with him.
It was 6pm in the evening when the car stopped beside a tall building. All the way her mother in law kept talking about random things, which she did not understand and did not wanted to reply. She just hummed in response to her every sentence. Finally she stopped talking, assuming that she was stressed due to the sudden marriage.
The valet outside the hotel, came and opened the car door for her.
The red carpet lead the way inside the five star hotel. Umer also got out of car and handed his keys to his father. She was not getting any of it but she remained silent rather than asking him. 
His parents bid them farewell and drove the car back to their home. 
The only thing she bought with herself was a small size brief case, which only included her necessary things, documents, and some accessories which she wanted to keep with herself. The valet took her brief case as they got inside the hotel.

They both got into the lift as the Umer guided her the way. He pressed the 20th floor button. Her eyes kept counting the increasing numbers as they were reaching close to their floor. How much she wished that this moment stop here right now, and she never end up with him in a single room. His stern face was telling her all, she was done. 
His jaw was tightened, showing his jawline and features perfectly. For the first time she noticed that he was wearing a royal blue tuxedo which fit him so perfectly that for a second she thought he was a model. 
He loosened his tie, as he gave her a glance and she realized that she had been glaring him for too long. She immediately lifted her head down. As he did not utter a word, but she could feel his burning gaze digging holes in her head. 
Finally the lift opened with a ding as they reached their floor. It was although very difficult for her to walk in her dress but she managed to walk. As they stood in front their room door, Umer took out the card key from his coat and unlocked the door. Then he motioned her to get inside. With trembling legs she got inside as her instincts screamed to get away from him and run as far as she can. 
But no use...
He followed her behind and inserted the card into the key card hotel power switch. And all the lights turned on automatically. She never had been to such places for her. Although it was new, but not surprising for her. 
She sat on the couch and started to took off her heels as her feet were already sore.

Suddenly someone knocked the door and Umer opened it, to receive her briefcase. He took the brief case from the waiter inside.

"Do you want to eat something?" He asked her from the blue as he walked towards her.

"No I'm fine" she replied, not looking him in eye.

"I know you haven't ate anything, eat it now or whole night you will not get a chance. We have flight at 8pm" he replied with dangerous voice almost making her stiffened.

She remained silent in response, which he took as her acceptance.
He made a call on landline and ordered dinner.

Then he sat beside, she jumped a little as reflex but tried to remain calm. But he already noticed her nervousness. He was doing something on his phone, and she was praying under her breath, that somehow the flight gets cancelled and they don't have to go to Dubai.

"Why being so nervous?" He asked her from no where as she was busy looking at the room, which was designed so perfectly that she was in awe.

"Im nnottt" she stuttered without looking at him.

He took off his coat and undid two top buttons of his shirt. It made her more uncomfortable and she closed her eyes, diverted her face on the other side.

Finally she stood up as she realized that he's not paying attention to her and continue working on his phone.

Before she could take a step, he grabbed her by her arm and made her sit next to him, very close. 
Then he placed the phone on the table, giving her full attention. Their eyes met, giving her alarms. His eyes seemed so dark and deep, one of tyrants. While she was almost melting like a wax inside. She didn't wanted this moment, no matter how much she resisted but he won. 
He caressed her cheeks with the back of his fingers, giving her shivers. His fingers leaning down slowly towards her neck, his cold hands making her more stiff. She froze in her place, with fear she just closed her eyes, and it was the most she can do. His dominance over her was more influencing than she expected.
She always thought that she could run away from his existence, but here she was, bearing everything like a puppet.
Still there was a ray of hope, deep inside. But didn't had the courage to fight against him.
He leaned in and took her, pink painted, freezing lips into a kiss.  It was mid of December, temperature exceeded below 8°C.
She was feeling cold, but the heat of their proximity was how ever soothing.
His tongue demanded access, but she resisted. His hand slid behind her neck, and held her in place, more close to him. As their noses provoked, he bit her lower lip hard, making it bleed. While his tongue tasted the metallic taste of him, it bought him satisfaction. She hissed in pain and automatically tears formed but she tried to resist more as her hands came forward to push him. 
He gripped her both hands in his one hand, and hovered over her, as he pushed her to lay on the couch. Her resistance was in vain, instead it bought her more pain.
But she didn't wanted to give up so easily, she couldn't lose herself this way. 
His tongue once again demanded access, and before he could make her hiss more in pain she let him. 
He explored each corner, slowly devouring the sweet taste of her mouth. 
His own mint taste, lingering over her tongue, provoking her to response. She could feel the wetness forming between her thighs. Her body was giving up at the pleasure of his tongue. He effortlessly made her turned on but still she didn't wanted her body to hover over her mind and senses. She wriggled beneath him trying to push him away. His grip on her hands was so tight that she was sure that his hands must have imprinted on it. 
She was already so uncomfortable in her dress, further more his forced movements made her out of breath. He didn't let her go, until her face was red and she was begging for air. Her lungs were out of oxygen and she wriggled beneath him for her life.
Her legs were pinned by his thighs. 
She tried to catch a little air, and escape from his torment. She almost 
thought that she was going to die.