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

After last night she made a conclusion and it was the final decision. This was the only way to escape him without letting him know. And it was to gain his trust. She decided that she will play the role of good wife, will give him another chance, will not deny him until he starts trusting her with everything. 
Despite his dirty play last night she woke up early and made breakfast for him. She prepared everything according to his taste. It was not like she wanted to but she had too.

She placed everything on the table and was preparing his coffee when he appeared from the room. He did not have her glance and rushed upstairs to change into his suit for office. 
After 20 minutes he came downstairs fir breakfast. 
Curiosity got best of Ayeleen as she wondered where that woman is. She did not yet appear from room and there was no sign of her. 
He reached her and drag out his chair to sit. She watched him in confusion. She placed the breakfast in front of him as he took out the slice in his plate. 
It was after a week he got to see her. She look better than before. Ayleen sat beside him and started eating her breakfast too after giving him his coffee. He took her from her hand as his fingers brushed over her hand. She tensed at the contact as goosebumps appeared all over. While he acted that he didn't felt anything but little did she knew he was longing to touch her.

"Should I also call her for breakfast?" She asked after a moment of silence.

He look at her with surprise in his eyes. What a woman she was, he thought. Rather than shouting at her husband fir sleeping with a prostitute she was asking to bring her for breakfast too? It blew his senses. So it was clear that she don't feel a least bit of affection for him. But what was it last night then? She clearly looked hurt.

"She left last night" he replied shortly averting his gaze from her face.

"What? When? You already came home late last night, and you let her leave in midnight? You should have stopped her for a sleepover. It's not safe for women to go out at midnight" she blurted out everything at once in astonishment. How could he let her leave this late at night?

"She wanted to. And you shouldn't worry about that, it's my business." He replied trying to stop the conversation.

"Ofcourse it is" she rolled her eyes of him which didn't go unnoticed by him. He was such a shameless man, she thought.

She got up from her chair to get a knife for cutting fruits which she forgot to place. But just then he grabbed her hand and turned her harshly towards him, getting up from his chair too. 
He looked murderous. She offended him again.

"How dare you roll eyes off me?" He asked in deadly voice, trying to control his anger which was bubbling inside.

She looked at him in shock. It really affected him? Just rolling eyes off him made him go mad?

"It's juu.ss.ttt...." she couldn't form words because she had no answer for it. She didn't saw it coming. His fiery face was giving her cold sweats on her back and shivers down her spine. Please God save me, you know I didn't meant it, She prayed under her breath.

He pushed her closer to his chest, advantage to his long height. His hot breath was fanning on her face. She looked like a scared puppy right now. He grabbed her from her both shoulders as she was shrinking under his touch. His eyes still having that fiery look. 
She couldn't look him in his eyes, so she kept looking down, not lifting her face. 
With one hand he lifted her chin up but still she refused to look him in the eye.

"Look in my eye" he said through gritted teeth to her.

She flew open her eyes to look into his, which she was afraid of at the moment. She could see those blood capillaries in the pupil. His dark eyes, the one holding so much rage, danger. The one she was scared of.

While he looked in her eyes for a brief moment and his gaze shifted to her plump lips, which looked much better than before. All the pretty woman aside, and his wife on the other side. This much addicted he was to her. He himself don't know why he was so attracted to her but her existence was getting on his nerves like a drug. Her body was like alcohol to him.

He leaned more and took her lips into a surprising kiss. He applied so much force that she held on to his sleeves, feeling the bulge of his biceps beneath.

This is the chance Ayleen! Reply him back with same intensity! Her mind screamed.

She tried to make slow movements but his kiss was so harsh that it caused her pain. It was dominating, demanding and it felt like he was sucking the breath out of her. He forced her to open her mouth by biting on her lower lip while she was already willing. She could taste her own blood. And no wonder he sucked on the bruise he just gave her, taking in all the blood. He tasted the strawberry jam on her upper lips and her tongue. She tasted like heaven to him. He grabbed her from her hips and pulled her up on the kitchen counter. He harshly opened her both legs and settled himself between. His hand escaped to her nape, going upwards and fisting her hair for better access as her head tilted back a little. Their tongues intermingled and danced along the rhythm but it was difficult for her to join the pace as she struggled and placed her one hand on his chest, feeling his Adams apple bobbling up and down due to heavy breathing. And other snaked around his neck. While his hand slid under her shirt roaming on her warm waist, moving upwards and groping her breasts. 
It was getting very intimate and needy at the same moment. It felt like they were hungry for each other. Surprisingly Ayleen was feeling pleasure too. His so called husband was professional at making love.

But right now it seemed like he was taking a revenge on her, but it did not hurt her that bad and somehow she felt pleasure in it. 
He pulled her more closer until her breasts were touching his chest and she could feel his manhood between her legs teasing her to a uncontrollable limit. She was getting wet by every second and he was enjoying every second of it.