A Doll for the Boss

My hands were trembling, I was nervous, I wasn't afraid of Serkan, I didn't want anything to happen to him, for that man to end his life, I didn't understand why I developed these feelings when he treated me terribly.

I removed the towel and searched in the closet, needless to say it was bigger than the room itself, his scent was infused in his shirts, I approached and brought one of the garments to my nose, that scent made me feel butterflies. Stupid butterflies!

"I would kill again just to see you naked, in my room, smelling my clothes."

His voice resonated throughout the place, I jumped in fright.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, staring at him, his shirt was stained with blood, his lip was split, and his hair was disheveled.

"Seeing my beautiful wife, who runs away from her husband, and on top of that has an affair with some fourth-rate jerk," he said while trying to control himself, his fists were clenched, with his knuckles destroyed.

"I don't have any affair!" I shouted to defend myself.

"Get dressed, we have a pending conversation."

Having said that, he left the closet leaving me dumbfounded. I took his shirt, put it on and went to look for some underwear.

I finished getting dressed and went to meet him. He was sitting on the bed, with the baby dress he had bought.

"Do you want me to be a little girl?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the garment.

I said nothing, I remained silent. What could I say to him?

"Talk to me! You don't want to talk to me, but you're dying to talk to that damn guy," he said as he got up from the bed and walked towards me, but I wouldn't let him walk all over me. "You are..."

But I couldn't finish the sentence because within seconds I was pressed against the bed, his mouth devouring mine. At first, I didn't respond, but his minty and alcoholic taste intoxicated me, his perfume had me captivated, so I kissed him, I truly kissed him, passionately, desperately, wishing he would touch me. I could still remember his touch from that night.

"You're so beautiful, such a pity that you're so cruel, calculating. I want to possess you, make you mine, satisfy myself with you."

I looked at him, his eyes tried to hide his feelings. He looked at me with hatred, desire. I didn't know which one was stronger. What was I being accused of? "I'm not what you think, you're wrong."

He was still on top of me, he began kissing my neck while his experienced hands knew where to touch to make me feel.

"Serkan..."

"Just enjoy it, let me taste you, I need you. Let me give you what you don't deserve."

I didn't refuse. I wanted this, I needed it. My hormones were going crazy, I didn't know what I was talking about, but right now, I didn't need explanations.

In a matter of seconds, we were both undressed and he was halfway dressed. I helped him take off the rest of his clothes. He kissed me again, there wasn't a part of my body that his mouth didn't touch. I felt like I was in heaven, this was exactly what I wanted.

I couldn't describe everything he did to me. Suffice it to say that he kissed me until oblivion, I touched the sky and at the same time burned in the flames of his skin. It was like my own personal hell.

He had complete control over my body, soul, and mind the whole time, even when I positioned myself on top, it was he who set the rhythm. His thrusts were strong but always seeking my pleasure. He was attentive and even loving. He was fighting an internal battle with his feelings and I was trying not to lose the battle, although I think I had already lost.

The sound of the shower woke me up from my sleep. When I was fully awake, Serkan came out of the bathroom. I got up wrapped in the sheet and ran into his arms.

Arms that didn't receive me. I wanted to place my hands on his beautiful chest, but he firmly took my wrists.

"Don't get confused, Samantha. What happened last night was a release for me. I needed sex and that's what I sought. You're nothing more than a piece of meat I want to use. You're my wife, you must serve some purpose. Please take a shower and get dressed, you must accompany me to my parents' house."

Having said that, he left the room as if nothing had happened to retrieve his clothes. When he came out dressed and groomed, I was still in the same place where he had left me. My heart was broken, but my ego was completely wounded. He left the room, and that's when I allowed myself to exhale the breath I had been holding. I entered the shower and sat on the floor. I had been foolish, I shouldn't have allowed him to use me like that. My dreams and my life had come to an end. Tears mixed with the water running from my head to my feet.

There was nothing in the world that hurt more than a man hurting your feelings and your ego. He had treated me like a woman of ill repute, but the worst part was that it was I who gave him the power to destroy me in a single night. I got up from the floor with determination, I would remove his damn scent from my skin, try to erase his caresses, his kisses. I didn't want anything to remind me of him, although that would be difficult since the devil was sleeping with me. He was the one who occupied half of my bed.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.