Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

"No. Dont call anyone." she muttered, accepting her defeat. She didnt want to create a scene infront of everyone. It will humiliate her more. No one can save her.

He came back into the room and closed the door. He turned towards her, her head was hanging low in defeat.

"Now tell me Why you don't want me to fuck you? After all I'm your husband. You're saving your virginity for that fucktard, Daniyal?" He gritted, his jaw clenched as he bobbed her face up with her thumb.

"But you wont be getting the chance. I'll kill him in the worst possible ways. Rather I must say, his last days has begun. You see the blood on this shirt. Its his." He stated, snaking his hand behind her waist and brought her closer.

Her heart stopped beating for a moment. Her ears begin to ring, her eyes widened.

That dream begin to linger infront of her eyes. That deadly look. It was haunting her.

'He will kill Daniyal!' 

She gulped. 

It all felt so unreal to her.

'Daniyal can't die'

She was mind boggled.

'He can't kill Daniyal'

She was not ready to accept it.

Her eyes became hollow. Numb. She wasn't feeling anything. Her world had stopped at his words.

And before she could beg him not to kill Daniyal, he with a jerk brought her head towards him, his hands at her nape, unlocking her jammed brain.

His lips suddenly attacked on hers making her taste the alcohol. His tongue entered her mouth, swirling around hers when he abruptly caught both her thighs and carried her to the bed, dropping her body there.

She begin to crawl back towards the headboard, looking at her with fearful wide eyes. Her heart shuddering with fear.

"No! Not yet! I beg you!" She cried.

He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off completely throwing his bloody white shirt on the floor, followed by his white vest. She was panicking. He was standing there shirtless in front of her. His naked torso was on display making her heart jump to her throat. "Pl..ea...se" she stuttered badly.

Her eyes came out of their sockets when she saw him unbuckling his belt.

"You let him touch you.." he roared while unbuckling his belt, and throwing it away, its metal making a clank sound on the floor.

She whimpered, her voice got lost all of a sudden.

Her body began to shiver with anticipation. She was having cold sweats. And then came down his pants. He was in his boxers now.

He jumped onto the bed and moved towards her, like a hungry lion moving towards his prey. She was shaking by now. Only small fearful whimpers were escaping through her lips. She was not able to form a word. The fear had totally jabbed her brain.

"I.." she whimpered, trying to crawl back but he was in front of her now. His hands immediately moved towards the neck of her shirt and ripped away her shirt with a jerk, creating a sharp sound in the silent room.

He completely removed the shirt leaving her in just her black bra. She tried to wriggle but he was much stronger than her. His lips latched at hers kissing her viciously and making her lay underneath him, tying her hands to the headboard with the torn piece of her kameez, locking her.

She tried to free her hands but they were tightly locked at their place. She moved her head here, stopping him from kissing her but his fingers dug into her cheeks, holding her head at a place.

He kissed her wildly giving her no time to breathe. His tongue thrusted into her mouth, moving against hers, feeling the dryness of her tongue. His hands roamed over her body feeling the smoothness of her skin. His legs encaging her waist.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Her ears were ringing. Her throat was painfully clogged with tears.

He pulled away, removing her trouser and his boxers, throwing them on the floor. He was stark naked. "Please no." He paid no heed to her begging and unhooked her bra, his mouth attacking on her chest. "You love that fucktard" he muttered, his tongue stroking at her sensitive area.

"Tell me Zahra, has he touched you like this?" He said while kneading the other breast.

"N..No..." she stuttered, embarrased and ashamed of herself. She was crying by now, her whole face was drenched with tears, her heart was shivering in her chest.

"Tell me has he kissed you..." he slurred, the alcohol taking a toll on his senses, and again got up to kiss her, "ANSWER" he shouted at her while breaking the kiss.

Zahra was in a total panic mode, her brain had stopped and she hystericay said, "No..No he did...didn't"

"But he was about to kiss you...kiss these lips..." he mumbled, his eyes hazy, while stroking her lips with his thumb..."My fucking lips... on which only I have the claim on "  And he kissed her again...and again..and again..until her lips were completely and utterly bruised.

His head moved to her neck while his hands had started rubbing her thighs.

He was drunk and the alcohol was slowly taking a toll on his brain, jamming his senses completely and he could just feel rage.

He was raged after knowing that she allowed someone else to touch her.

He was raged after knowing that she was involoved with someone else despite being in his nikkah.

He was raged after knowing that all the while she had been putting up a façade infront of him so she cpuld run away with that fucktard.

His anger was shooting up with every second as the whole scenario begin to run in his mind.

His wofe was fake. Just like his mother.

He gave her a good number of hickeys, his marks which he would make her show to the whole wide world. He kissed those marks and lips moved downwards trailing down soft wet kisses. Both his hands had attached them to her breasts now kneading them very softly. "You betrayed me." His fingers started putting more pressure on her breasts and she was wailing now...in pain, in fear.