More Than Lust

Grace's pov

My hand trembled while pressing the doorbell of his office. After last night i don't want to face him. I don't have courage to go in front of him.

I was lucky that he didn't hurt me but he has definitely gave me new trauma. I was shaken from the core. Thankfully he left and didn't come back. I cried until I fell asleep, wrapped in bedsheets. Then Martha came to the rescue, she saw me trembling on the floor and helped me. I was so scared that i hugged her tightly, i needed comfort and warmth. I wanted someone to hug me and comfort me. I wanted to feel safe and Martha provided me that safety.

She gave me new clothes and took me to her bedroom, i slept in her room. She stroked my head gently untill I fell asleep in her motherly embrace. I can never forget her favors, she has helped me alot.

I am grateful that she didn't question me about anything. Without judging and doubting me she helped me selflessly, she always does.

I woke up in the morning and wanted to leave the mansion as soon as possible. She was forcing me to eat but I had no appetite.

My head was heavy after crying so badly.

I just washed my face and ran back to home.

My face and eyes are swollen, i couldn't do anything for the redness of my eyes. Dad was continuously asking me what happened but i stayed silent, I was in no mood to talk to him. It's all his fault, Because of him I am in this condition.

How am I supposed to face him after last night, what if he is still mad.

But I don't understand why he was so mad. I know there are certain rules for his safety, they want me to stay away from men because they don't trust me, they think that i will whore around which is risky for him. He doesn't want any STD. But whatever happened last night, it gave me hint of personal frustration in his behavior. Like he was mad for something else.

He was supposed to punish me not kiss me. Why he stopped, why he didn't hit me. Not like i am complaining but he is definitely not the one who will listen to someone's pleadings then why did he listen to mine.

Rafael once told me that he has killed girls for smallest reason possible then why he didn't do that to me. Last night I was expecting the worst.

Should I hate him for whatever he did to me or should I thank him for not hurting me.

he definitely doesn't

be over. With trembling hand i

button turned green. He is inside. God! I don't

entered inside. I kept my head low, i don't have courage

have to cross

"Good morning"

front of him. But i have to wish him, after

I hate him for doing this

he grabbed my arm making me

pulled me closer by waist, my heart sunk to my stomach when he slowly roamed his hand on my belly. My back is flushed

don't want him to fuck me

can't stop him. He

I try they won't

my cold neck. He gently tucked my collar aside and slowly placed kisses on my

like everyday, today he is surprisingly gentle. Otherwise by now he would

feels good and comforting. It's not scary. It feels like he is trying to give me

still I couldn't look at him. He gently grabbed my chin and made me look

"Eyes on me. Always!"

and i automatically nodded not desiring another punishment. Not like i can defy

looked at him, his eyes looked tired and swollen too. Like he haven't

last night's memory flashed in front of me. Last night He almost ripped my hair by gripping them

fear, will be do that again. My scalp is still hurting. But instead he gently rested his

circled his thumb on sore spot. What is he trying to

leaned down while cupping my cheek with another hand, he wiped my lone tear and captured my lips in gentle

know what is he trying to do but he is being gentle and that's enough for now. Not like i can