Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

He stood up and slowly moved towards her. His every step scared her more and more. His menacing strides were shaking her to the core. She couldn't seem to breathe. Her breath got stuck in her lungs. Her legs were slightly trembling unable to hold her weight anymore. She tried to move back but her legs were frozen. He was looking calm and composed on the outside but his eyes told another story. They held rage, pure rage.

He stood right in front of her and she immediately cast her eyes down unable to match his eyes. He raised her head with her chin and compelled her to look straight into his mesmerizing grey eyes. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears of fear. He kept looking into her terror-filled brown eyes for good two minutes. His intense gaze on her was making her heartbeat rapidly in her chest. Her throat got blocked with tears of fear. She fisted her hands in a tight grip to stop her hands from shivering. His eyes were trepidating her more and more. She wanted to look away but his sharp glare had pinned her eyes not to move anywhere.

"Throw it again," he said forwarding the ring in front of her.

"I'm sorry." she helplessly looked towards him. Her voice came out broken.

"Shhh... quiet. Now come on throw this ring again," he said taking a step towards her.

"I...uhh," she tried to explain herself but failed miserably.

"Hmn? You what?" He urged her to continue and retreated his hand to his back.

"I didn't... I didn't throw it... It slipped " she stuttered, lying.

He gave a short hearty laugh after listening to her small lie.

"Come again, Zahra. And if I'm not convinced this time then you will soon know what will happen next."

The tears which were collected in her eyes flowed down like a river soaking her cheeks wet after listening to his warning. The fear of the consequences enveloped her senses. No lies were coming up in her mind. Her brain was numb and she could only feel fear at the moment. Her heart was already jumped into her throat and she could feel the irregular beating of it in her ears.

"I.." She whimpered again and looked away from his grey eyes.

His eyes narrowed but he didn't say anything to her and kept looking at her shivering form.

"I.." She tried to continue but no words were coming up. Her eyes were saying the rest of the story. Her cheeks were wet by now.

"Breath first," he said and took two steps away from her to let her breathe freely and face what he has saved in for her.

On hearing his words, she begin to take large gulps of air. She felt an immense pressure of fear bubbling inside her body which made her throat constrict and by taking long breaths her clogged throat unclogged and she felt a 'bit' better. She was about to have a panic attack if she hadn't breathed for another minute. She somehow felt relieved after breathing freely.

"Now tell me how did my ring get there?" he demanded after seeing her relax.

"I'm sorry... I was angry... I didn't think much and...and threw it away." She said pensively. Her voice was heavy.

He took a deep breath to calm his anger. Right now, he wanted to slap the hell out of her for throwing the ring but her pleading eyes hindered him from doing so. She might be the first person in his life who appeased his demons.

"I'll let it go this time." He said causing a small smile to break through her lips.

"But if next time, I saw your finger without the ring of my name, I won't wait a second before breaking all your fingers and tying a collar to your neck." He smiled and gently held her hand before sliding the ring again on her finger.

Her small smile faltered after listening to what he just said. She was happy that he didn't prolong the matter but his warning alone awoke the fire of fear inside her.

"Got it señorita?" He held her chin raising her head.

She nodded timidly. This was the feeling she hated the most that she couldn't fight. She didn't have enough courage and power to fight him. This feeling made her more helpless and humiliated her more in front of her eyes. She wants to be a fighter but whenever he was around her, her senses are out of control. The fear she felt at the moment when she was alone with him was indescribable. It was the same fear when she was alone with Shoaib but the difference is that this time around, she was alone with her husband.

He sat on the sofa and patted the place next to him indicating for her to sit there. Zahra moved but sat at the far end of the sofa trying to create as much difference between them as she could. He sighed. This was increasing his anger. Her mind still hasn't accepted the fact that she was married and he was her husband now. Her hesitance and resistance were what he didn't like.

"Here," he patted the place again, "sit next to me."

"I'm fine here." She said in her small voice.

He pinched the bridge of his nose to quell his anger and the next thing she knew that she was dangling on his lap. Her legs were on one side and head on the other side of his legs and her waist was on his lap.

"You have to fucking resist. Right?" he sneered.

He slowly pulled down her trouser baring her ass to his eyes. She begins to thrash violently. Her heart thundered in her chest. Anticipation and fear clouded her brain again. Before she could get off of his lap a loud slap sounded in the silent air of the room. She winced with pain. He spanked her. Her butt was red with finger marks. He spanked her ass so hard that if the same pain has been befalling on her face for sure her jaw would have been dislocated.

He grazed the back of his finger on her now red ass and then another loud slap reverberated in the thick atmosphere of the room. Soft whimpers began to break out through her lips. Her ass begin to thump with pain. He spanked her butt with the hand where he had his ring on inflicting more pain.