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

He got off her and stood in front of her. She opened her eyes to see him unbuttoning his shirt and slowly showing off his each muscle to her sight.

Her instincts screamed at her and she realized what was she doing. She sat on the bed covering her chest with the unzipped blouse as she saw him with confused eyes.
His lust filled eyes were already on her as he saw her movements with smirk.
She immediately got off the bed and scurried towards the bathroom. Because it was the only place she could go to get away from him. But as she placed her hand on the knob of the door, suddenly a hand came in front of her, landing on the wall and blocking her way. 
Umer noticing her escape took two long strides and reached her, failing her plan. 
In horror she turned around to look at him. Only to find him throwing his heated eye balls at her.

"Where are you going babe?" He asked her on amusement.

"Justttt batthroomm" she stuttered blinking her eyes.

"You know what you are not good at lying, try to make up another excuse and try again" he mocked her as he encaged her in his both arms, placing on the wall of her either side.

"Please I just can't do it, leave me. I don't want to lose my virginity to you. I want it with someone I love. Who loves me endlessly. And it's not you. Please don't force yourself on me." She started crying with hiccups as only man who hovered over her mind until yet was Yahya.

"You know what that you are my wife. And I fucking made you my wife because I wanted to fuck you endless times. But now I think it would have been better to rape you and made you my whore just like that. I wanted you to feel comfortable, so that you can't regret afterwards. But I was so wrong, that bastard was all over your mind until now." He said through clenched teeth but calmly and tighten jaw.

"It's not like that..." She was cutt off between.

"Don't you dare to make excuses now! I think that I'll need to get rid of that jerk first. Or should I just take out your heart and brain, which only like to think about him?" His statement gave her shivers as she realized what he has just said. To kill Yahya means ending her life too.

"You can't kill him" she said in low voice, almost controlling herself, breaking into tears once again.

"Yes I can. And you know it. I want you to only think about me. I want this little heart of yours to only beat for me" he poked a finger in middle of her chest.

"And I know it that I make you wet all over just by touching you like that" he said seductively while he cupped her sex through the clothes and she gasped at the contact.

"A part of you wants be badly, and you also know it. But you just keep denying. Because you want that bastard to have you. But trust me Ayeleen that motherfucker don't deserve you. He is not what you think. You are my wife, just think about me. Give yourself to me." His finger lingered around her ear, then trailed on her neck, giving goose pimples. And he just love it how she was listening to him, with attention, eyes lowered and her skin begging to be touched. 
He couldn't life his eyes were from heavy lashes which were soaked in her own tears. She looked seductive at the moment, while she just covered her chest with a piece of cloth. Her hair scattered all over her shoulders and on back giving the glimpse of dark mysterious night.

"Trust me, try to love me once Ayleen. Say my name. I will show you wonders. I just can't accept your disobedience and cold shoulder. I know you're afraid of me. I scare you alot. But trust me you can change the things between us" he said in her ear as his hot breath brush over her pinna again and again teasing her. She bit her lower lip in nervousness and didn't lifted her eyes, watching his abes through his unbuttoned shirt. How muscular he was, she didn't even saw him going to gym once, when did he do it? She thought. His words were confusing her. She couldn't believe he was asking for love. 
His words left her in a trance, it felt like he was casting a spell on her. His voice was so seductive, held promise, pleading, emotional, and dominating at the same time.
His hands moved to her neck, cold on warm. Her senses were giving in the pleasure. Moving to the nape of her neck he placed a kiss on her lips gently. He nibbled on her lower lip asking for entrance. She gave in, letting him access. His tongue hungrily tasted her sweet but unique taste. Taking it in, his tongue roamed all over. It intermingled with her tongue, coaxing her and sucking on her lavish yet soft lips. He sucked on them, devouring them like his favourite meal.

"Respond me Ayleen" he whispered to her breaking the kiss. 
She obeyed him hesitatingly. 
Once again their tongues danced together. He took her hands and placed them around his neck. Her fingers moved, gripping his hair. While his hands, one on her nape motioning her to come more closer and other on her bare waist.

He gently slide up the unzipped blouse from her waist. Releasing her cupped breasts and then above her head, breaking the kiss. He discarded it on the floor and once again took her lips into a heated kiss. Working on the hem of her saree, he undid the folds and unhooked it from her waist. 
It fell on floor, in her feet, leaving her naked in just her inner wears. 
His hands touched her lower waist, and his groin twitched at the excitement. 
He was getting hard every second. The thought to be inside her all alone gave him shivers and jolt of excitement.

He took off his shirt from his biceps, being half naked. 
He grabbed her from her hips, and she gasped. Pulling her up and wrapping her legs around his torso. She relied on his shoulders for support, their heated kiss becoming more passionate and fiery. 
His hands grabbed her hips harshly, while she wounded her arms around his neck. 
He moved and took steps towards the bed, carrying her in his embrace.