Adrik :
Did I ever think that I would be whipped for a woman?
No, never.
Did I ever think that the woman I'm whipped after is going to be the daughter of the man responsible for my family's death?
Fuck no. Never.
But here I am. Whipped. I am always in control but whenever I'm near Grace I lose control. I had lost it when she asked why I care. Because I myself don't know the answer to that question. I was so fucking hard that time, that all I wanted to do was that rip apart her little shorts and fuck her in the gym right then and there. But the sensible part of my brain had me in control, otherwise she would have fainted by now, instead of fighting with me.
" Can you please shut up?" I asked her as I continued to work on my laptop. These Irish men need to know their place. Jeremy hacked into Dubhan Clery's office, the right hand of the don of the Irish mafia. I am currently looking into their footage as Jeremy and Kiara are going through their bank transactions.
" Stop your stupid work," she ordered, crossing her hands over her chest.
I kept my laptop aside and got up. I took lazy steps towards her as she took steps towards the wall, until she hit her back to the wall. She looked up at me as I caged her in.
Cute.
" I said I will get you the books you want, just name them." She has been begging me since the morning to take her to the library or let her go, not understanding the danger of going out alone. She is my only weakness and anyone who wants to attack me will hurt her, my wife and I won't let that happen even in my worst nightmare.
" Okay, get God of War by Rina Kent," she ordered, pushing me away.
" What? Are you scared of me?" I asked her as whenever I go near her, or touch her she stiffens and flinches. I know that her father was abusive but she is strong enough to let that go. Something else is bothering her because my touch is not abusive, it's lethal. Not meant to hurt her but to hurt her but to hurt her. And she knows that.
" Scared? Scared of you?" she laughed.
" What's there to laugh about? Kindly enlighten me with the joke." I asked her.
" No, I'm not scared of you," she said, smiling. It looks good on her. Her smile.
" Huh? You are not scared?" I huffed. Of Course she is scared. Liar.
" What's there to be scared of?" she asked.
" My lethalness." I said, quietly.
She stiffs a bit in her place. Proof she is scared.
" You know I could kill you when you are sleeping, and feed your body parts to a dog. Now tell me, are you scared," I asked her, trying to scare her. I could never do that though. What I said. Because her being hurt actually brings me misery. When I saw her having a paving attack when I returned from the meeting, I could see the kid which was still traumatised and afraid of her scars. But there's nothing to be afraid of. I will worship the scars and her,with everything in me.
" Haha, so funny," she said sarcastically, putting on a fake smile. The real one was better.
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