Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

He pulled away when both of them were totally out of breath. Zahra resisted him as much as she could but he was too strong for her. Her resistance was what he didn't like. He's her husband now and he has every right to kiss her then why the fuck was she so hesitant and resistive.

Zahra was panting heavily. Her face was all red due to the lack of oxygen. He sucked the breath out of her. His kiss was so demanding and brutal that she could feel her lips tearing up.

'What he is punishing me for?'

Her cheeks were wet by now. Her eyes were red and her lips were quivering with fear and pain.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Her voice was broken.

He didn't pay a mind to what she said and captured her lips in a soft and chaste kiss. Unlike his previous brutal and bruising one. He wrapped her legs around his waist and walked towards the bed while kissing her. His one hand was pressed onto her waist holding her and the other on the back of her neck. With a thud, he landed her onto the white-sheeted bed.

Fear bubbled up inside her. This was not right. This was not right at all. He pulled back from her and saw her fear-stricken face. He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. His finger slowly opened the buttons of his white shirt and all the while he kept looking at her. Zahra crawled back. Fear was written on her face. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest so hard that it would almost pop out. Her legs were shivering.

He was her husband but no, she did not want that to happen. She can't let that happen to her.

"Please don't do this." She pleaded.

"Pl..ea..se I begg,"

Irtaza stopped after listening to her and dipped his hand in his pant pockets. He stood at the foot of the bed staring at her intensely. While her shivering body was crawling back on bed trying to be far from him as possible.

"Do you want divorce?" He demanded after giving her l good two minutes perusal.

"I already said in the morning. I don't want divorce." She replied instantly. Her tongue moving fast.

"I forced that out of you,"

"I ask again, do ya want divorce?"

Zahra couldn't understand him this bit. What was he trying to prove? She was so confused about whether to say yes or no. Was he asking for her consent? Without any enforcement? Then her answer is yes. She did want freedom from him.

"Yes," she answered.

"Zahra." he called out her name, "You should know there is no escape from me." His eyes held a dark promise in the. A promise which will haunt her in her dreams.

"What do... do you mean?" She stuttered. She knew what was coming up was not good. And his next words proved it.

"I told ya already. Be my wife or be my-"

"No! No! No! I don't want that. I don't want a divorce." She cried out hysterically. Indeed, she now knew there was no escape from him. She wholeheartedly accepted to be his wife than to be anything else. She was restrained. Either way, she was being crushed. But being his mistress was another level of crushing. She couldn't afford such a blow to her dignity and integrity. She clearly underestimated him by thinking he was going to leave her but he has other plans for her.

"Do you without any pressure accept this marriage then?" he asked taking his hand out of pocket and unbuttoned the third button of his shirt.

Now what she could do? She couldn't understand the motive behind his actions. He still was pressurizing her in a way that she was pressurized and at the same time she was not pressurized. If she says 'no' he will make her, his mistress which she can't accept. Over the years, she had learned the skill of reading people. Whom to mess with or whom to mess with not. And one glance at his face told her all, he was not the one to be mess with, and if you did, he will make you cry tears of blood. Her subconscious was telling her that this man standing right in front of him would not back off of his words. He will definitely act upon what he claimed. And Zahra can't afford that. She cant bear this much humiliation of being someone's mistress. Even the thought of it made her puke.

And if she said 'yes', she would by her own will and consent, accept this marriage. She then couldn't blame him that he forced her into this marriage. She willfully accepted this marriage. The selection of his words, the way he placed the options in front of her, the way he speaks, the way he looks everything about him was so clever. He indeed was a sharp man. A perfect definition for, 'Beauty with Brains'

"Hmm, Zahra? What's taking you so long?" He asked unbuttoning his cough links.

"I accept. I wholeheartedly accept this marriage without any pressure." She immediately said. Her breathing was fast and rapid contrasting with her heartbeat.

"Kiss me then," he demanded and her eyes widened.

He never failed to shock her every now and then. His words were so unpredictable. No one could ever guess what was going on in his head. He was just so sharp and clever that she was unable to understand any of his moves.

"I don't like waiting." his voice turned more cold and dominative causing a shiver down her spine.

She didn't want that. The mere presence of his caused her hyperventilation then how can she kiss him. When will he leave her?! How will she face Daniyal?

"Zahra," he warned and that was enough for her. She slowly moved towards her on her knees and was about to place her lips on his cheek when his next words stopped her.

"On the lips baby,"

She gasped with horror and begin to hyperventilate. She was unable to bring enough confidence inside her to directly kiss him on the lips.

"I repeat Zahra," his calloused hand abruptly groped her ass tightly, "I don't like to wait." he gritted and spanked her ass, hard.

She hissed and without pondering much attached her soft lips onto his pink ones for a nanosecond and was about to pull back when he jerked her head forward and prolonged the kiss by forcing her lips on his.