Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (good books to read in english .TXT) 📖

BABY

My life has devolved into a tangle of unfortunate events. The point of threatening the people I care about has no end. Now I am set to have a union with the most ruthless man I have ever met. The same man who threatened me has now given me the option of choosing my freedom over the lives of those who care about me. I'm sick to my stomach that I am being forced to call this wicked person my husband. This "proposal," as he refers to it, is something I would never expect from him, given that he has already taken everything from me.




 

"Baby, I want you to agree to be my wife."

 

The sun had already gone down. Charles' assertion that I hadn't seen the whole area was suddenly illuminated by precisely constructed, brilliant, cool-toned led lights outlining the edges surprised me. I was totally disconnected from the discussion because all of my thoughts were focused on why he wants me to be legally bound to him. When he stood up from his seat, I was startled out of my trance.


 

"I have the boat ready for you right now. All you need to do is step right in there and you're free. I would assume that you've made your choice." Charles says, Air swiping a command and walked away, leaving me alone. I stood there, staring at his back to me till he no longer can be seen. He didn't wait for my response because he was confident that I would choose to stay with him.
 

I closed my eyes and clenched my fist. All of this would never stop if I fled towards the dock because he would always find a way to bring me back. I'm not going to fall for his ruses anymore. He wanted me to leave so he could harm the rest of my family. This caught me off guard. What does he expect from me? After everything he had done to me, he even wanted to chain me up. I suddenly felt contempt for him; I'm sick and tired of being used up and pushed over the edge.


 

Emotions are flowing right through me, because there's that stupid part of me that's trying to come out and convince me yet again, that I can hack my way into Carly's radar and sprint as quickly as I possibly can towards the dock with the possibility that the consequences can be swayed. This is the same damned voice that was responsible for my aunt's death. The fact that I am gambling and listening to this voice only to take another chance and lose in the end is no longer acceptable to me after all the odds are stacked against me. 
 

My thoughts immediately returned to Carly's daughter. I don't even know her name. I found she was breathtakingly attractive. It was a pleasant change to hear her giggle. After a few seconds, I felt weak in the knees and collapsed to the floor, thinking about the life my niece can have. I am left with no choice but to resign to what Charles has subjected me to.
 

The realization that I had now handed my life over to Charles came at a point when I understood that he had owned me from the beginning and that he was fully aware of this. To recover my calm, I took several deep breaths at a time. After being stuck in the same misery for far too long, it is time to get out and do something about it. 

I went back inside to find Charles, taking my time to get any more steps in since my body was still trembling, which I blamed on a lack of food. Charles had returned to my room, and I had discovered him already getting ready for me. He was enjoying himself, sipping on another glass of wine, well aware that I was about to come in. 

As he got up and started taking off his shirt, his face told it all: he grinned as he did so. I knew he wanted me to get closer to him with just one glance. So this is how he does it. The people move around him like his puppet because of the fear he instills in them. 

I was right that I'll be one of them soon and tonight I had begun to resemble the individuals in his close surroundings. Knowing what to offer him and when to give it to him.

Right now, Charles wants my body and he knows very well he's going to get it. He loves control. 

He took my hand and guided me to go inside the adjacent room.  He strips me out of my dress.  He turned my body to face the huge mirror. I felt him play with the strands of my hair standing so tall. 

"I like you like this," Charles says of my hair is dark again. I felt his hard member pressing on me as he stands on my back. He placed a necklace on me with a single diamond pendant that falls just right above in between my breast far from the last extravagant necklace he draped on me.

 

"Do you like it?" Ask Charles. I looked at it shining down on my chest. Even though I didn't care about it to satisfy him I nodded yes. 

 

"Good, because it's your aunt, I found her body and I turned her ashes into a diamond."Charles' eyes were serious, and his voice was animated.

 

"This is my aunt?" My voice came out as I wasn't trying to break down how I'm reminded again of her death by Peter. "There's still a bit of her DNA in that diamond, and I thought this would be more your taste, so here you go!" As he kisses my shoulders, Charles whispers something. The palm of his first hand sits on my breast, while the palm of his other hand cups my front bottom and pushes one finger into it.

 

I'm not sure how I feel about this act of generosity. Even though it's meant to be heartfelt, he's the source of all my sorrow, and on top of that, he'd just threatened me a few hours before and it got me thinking: what kind of savage individual am I dealing with? 

 

The heat of his breath begins to rise in my body, and every lick and bite he gives me is equivalent to a pleasurable sort of feeling. My body gives in just as quickly as he touches it. 

I groan as his skilled finger glides easily within my walls, sliding in and out with ease, making me even more dripping wet. I tilted my head back to his chest. I gave in to the pleasure as his finger intensified its rubbing.