I had no idea what I was feeling at that moment. Everything was just so complicated, and I felt so cornered and helpless. There were things that I worked so hard to decide on. There were things that I wanted to tell him and things that I wanted to do but I couldn’t achieve any of those things and that made me feel so powerless and pitiful. I’m such a failure…
Somewhere along my journey with Hayden, I discovered that I had developed feelings for him. Without knowing when it started, I had fallen in love with him. It was the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me. When I first met him, I didn’t dislike him enough to make me say that I hated him, but I was clearly scared of him and what he might do to me. From then on, everything that he did for me confused me. He was rough but he was kind. He punished me for everything just to tease me and I ended up feeding off of the pleasure that he fed to me.
Before I knew it, he became an addiction that I wouldn’t dare tell anyone about. He doesn’t say much but when he laughs or is in a good mood, he can easily light up my world. When I think about our future together and all the obstacles that will come our way, it scared me enough to keep me up all night. However, it scared me more when I thought of having a future without him in it.
I love Hayden and if he would just give me a chance, I’ll say it…properly…
The sound of fabric tearing brought me back to my senses. My body had been responding instinctively to the desire that he invoked within me. My core throbbed with my desire to have him inside of me as my pussy leaked out so much wetness that my panties were already soaked with the juices of my arousal. Incoherent moans escaped my lips before I cried out at the sensation of Hayden ripping the front of my dress to shreds before his hands peeled away the cups of my bra to squeeze and pump my naked breasts directly.
“Hay…den…” I called his name softly.
Suddenly, Hayden froze on top of me, and he had a strange expression on his face as his eyes stared at mine. Why did he have that expression on his face? He seemed shocked and very confused at the same time before an expression of pure sorrow and regret took over his angelic features. Why is he looking at me this way?
Slowly his hands left my breasts, and his beautiful long fingers approached my face. I watched as his fingers came closer until I felt the warmth of his fingertips on my cheek.
“Why are you crying, Malissa?” Hayden asked as his fingertips wiped away the teardrop from my cheek.
When did I start crying? Why am I crying?
I glanced down before I blinked. More tears slid down my cheeks and this time I knew that I had started crying for certain. Hayden seemed extremely shocked that I was suddenly crying. I was equally shocked that my tears were pouring out uncontrollably as I began to sob.
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