His Ex Wife novel Chapter 24

Flashback

Mariella had gotten home early that day, since she had bunked half the day anyway at school, she had thought that she would just get inside her room before her father got home and just think, think about all that happened recently, think about Iyan.

Whenever his name came to her mind, her stomach filled with butterflies, his possessive touch, the kiss they shared, the feelings she felt he had for her…it was too much to absorb, something about the way he felt for her, just drew her more to him every single time she thought of him.

But today was not the day she could think of all this. Rupert had already been home. In fact, he sat in anticipation waiting for her to get home, he was sitting on the lengthy L-shaped couch of the palatial living room of his villa. It was completely mental to think of, but Rupert had finished work all too early today just to get home and confront his daughter about that boy he had seen in the morning. Thinking about him even being close to Mariella made his blood boil, she was only his.

As soon as Mariella turned the keys of her house and opened the door, Rupert stood up, alert and attentive to the noise the old wooden main door of the house made as it opened. She locked the door now, completely unaware of the man standing behind her. Rupert was very sneaky, probably due to his profession too.

Before she could even turn around, Rupert twisted her arm from behind and planked her forcefully against that wooden door, her back facing him.

Mariella winced in pain as his grip on her arm tightened to not let her move at all, Rupert was a previously army trained professional, his grip could not be escaped or broken until he allowed for it.

He grew close to her ear and asked her in his husky and deep voice, “Who was that boy that came to you in the morning?”

Small beads of sweat formed on her forehead and her heartbeat raced inside her chest, pounding uncontrollably. She was still recovering from the shock as she managed to say in pain of her arm still held in his extremely tight grip, “He is just a classmate father…I don’t know him…”

“Tell me the truth bitch!” he shouted in her ear and twisted her arm further as he drew in dangerously close to her.

Mariella was crying by now, still wincing in pain, hot tears flowed down her red-hot cheeks as she defended herself, “I am telling you the truth, please let me go…” she could not stop crying.

Rupert could not sense if she was telling the truth, but he buried his face inside her crux of her bony neck, she smelled so good, he wanted her beneath him right now, screaming in pain.

“Get this straight inside your head, you are mine and only mine! Nothing will change this!” he let out as he started licking her ear, his grip still tight on her arm and she shrunk to the agony, her heart still racing.

This man struck fear inside her heart but right now, all she felt was disgust, she was disgusted to stand here, with him having all control over her body and the pain she felt was not only physical, but her pain was also all withheld in her heart, a heart that could no longer love or feel anything other than torment, horror, and misery. At the mere mention of this man.

As his other hand lingered the back of her dress and caressed the back of her bra and then her hips, he loosened his grip on Mariella’s arm and his hand started groping her breasts from the front in an unsatiable thirst.