Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 213

My back hurt from getting slammed into the wall, but it was nothing compared to how painfully Christopher’s hands were gripping my shoulders. This side of him was scaring me and causing me to have flashbacks of the past.

“What’s going on, Christopher?” I inquired in a small voice, shrinking away from him. “If you’re mad, could you please tell me what I did wrong? I’ll change, I promise — Mmph…”

Two hands held my face as he suddenly kissed me, every motion seemingly brimming with frustration. He bit on my lips harshly and manhandled me without much care. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see bruises starting to form on my shoulders where he was grabbing me.

“Christopher, please don’t…” I begged, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. The next thing I knew, I was hoisted into midair, and he’d wrapped my legs around his waist.

I opened my mouth to speak, but a yelp came out instead upon feeling a sharp, burning pain in my lower abdomen. Tears blurred my vision, and my entire body was shaking. Yet, Christopher showed no signs of stopping.

My pain tolerance was usually high due to having gone through lots of physical harm in the past — my body had learned to grow numb to pain. However, this was different; this time, I was crying because Christopher was the one hurting me.

He was usually so gentle and tender with me during sex. He would never abruptly enter me like that. However, none of that gentleness or tenderness was currently present.

I turned away from him, refusing to look him in the eye as I silently cried. The dark room was filled with only the sounds of Christopher’s feral grunts and the rhythmic thumping of my back against the wooden door.

Suddenly, fingers brushed at my wet cheeks, and I felt his movements stutter. He leaned down to kiss my tears away, but his kisses were fierce and provided no comfort at all, only serving to draw more tears out of me.