Possessed

In a flash he grabbed my upper arms, squeezing them painfully, as he snarled “ I want to know who their father is, woman!”

“Who do you think? I was never unfaithful to you!” I answered quietly.

He made a sound that was a mockery of a laugh.” You expect me to believe you, you little slut?”

I closed my eyes momentarily, to hide the pain his words had inflicted. ’Gaston, you’re hurting me, “I said as the pressure on my arms increased.

“I’ll show you hurt.” He said brusquely, squeezing even harder, moving so that his lower body was pressing into mine. I felt his arousal and I looked up at him startled.

He jeered his voice thick with desire, ”Yes, you f******b****, even after all this, I want you, so help me God!’ Releasing my arms, he grasped a handful of my unbound hair in his fist, forcing me to look up at him; as I gasped in pain, he brought his head down, kissing me with ferocity, grinding his mouth on mine. When he raised his head, I could taste my blood. He flung me away, his face mirroring disgust.

Breathing hard, wide eyed with shock and a host of conflicting emotions, I watched him, rubbing the darkening bruises on my arms.