My Cursed Sadistic Alpha Sebastian's Curse novel Chapter 6

Athena

Warning: 18+, strong mature content ahead.

He violently grabbed my throat and set me on the table, the grip so tight that within seconds it became hard for me to breathe.

He kicked away the nearest chair to make space for him, and he stood between my legs.

I tried to get his hand off my throat but he was back to being the same cruel monster he had been. He did not care the slightest bit about the pain he was causing me.

"These bandages are not enough, Athena," He said lowly, "You are yet to have more of my marks. I'll leave not an inch of your skin untouched, you'll be covered in my scars that'll always remind you of how much I hate you."

His hurtful words once again made my tears threaten to fall from my eyes.

No, Athena! He does not deserve your tears.

Don't cry for such a monster like him.

"I wish you had any idea how much I hate you..." He chuckled.

'But what is the reason?! What did I do wrong?!'— I wanted to ask him but nothing left my mouth.

I only looked at him, asking all my questions in silence through my teary eyes.

I knew he could read them very well but he just did not care.

He tore my from the front and threw it away, his hands stopping mine before I could even attempt to stop him; He opened my bra and discarded it on the floor, cupping my breast in and squeezing it under his palm.

I struggled to free myself but his voice broke through once again.

"I think you have forgotten that I can throw you back at the stage of the auction I have brought you from."

I froze on the spot, my skin went cold as ice in fear.

"After all, the devil you know is better than the angel you don't, isn't he?" He whispered, the mock laid underneath his words.

He knew it, he knew what my weaknesses and helplessness were and he was taking the advantage of it in every way he could.

"So stop making a mess, and if you don't, I think you already know what's going to be your state."

I let go of all my struggles. Sitting there helpless, naked, and bare in front of him.

"Good choice." He smirked, enjoying my defeat.

He removed the last piece of clothing on me and moved on to open his shirt.

I kept my eyes low, not wanting to look at him at any cost...or maybe I did not want him to have the satisfaction of seeing my tears. But as they fell over on my lap, he indeed noticed them.

I had the sound of his belt coming off and his slacks dropping on the floor.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and made me look at him.

He used his index finger to trace down my tearstains, "Not enough." The lack of satisfaction spoke through his voice.

Of course, how could this mere amount of tears be enough to calm down his sadistic needs?

As he'd said himself, he'd make me go through a living hell and indeed this was hell.

Being near him was hell.

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