Chapter 4

• Mey's POV
• The next morning
• I woke up looking like I’d fought my way through a hair-pulling contest. This bed, these sheets, this room... Panic bubbled up in my chest as I took it all in. Where am I?
• I rubbed my temples, surprised that there wasn’t the dull ache of a hangover clouding my thoughts. Instead, vivid flashes of last night hit me: the heat, the urgency, the pull toward him that felt as natural as breathing. His hands were on my skin, his voice low and commanding, pulling out a side of me that I’d barely known was there.
• Lucas.
• He had this flirty bad boy charm that made me want to get on my knees for him and I could remember screaming his name as he slammed his cock into my pussy, each thrust harder as he went. I was hooked on him like a drug and before I knew it, I was begging.
• “Choke me,’’ I muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed that I was asking for it. It was something I always wanted and Justin wasn’t someone I could bring it up to because I feared being accused of learning it from somewhere.
• “Pleas..’’ Before I finished, his fingers were around my neck.
• “Look at me.’’ He growled, his voice low. The moment my eyes met his, the air got thicker as he wrapped his fingers tighter around my neck. My eyes rolled back, his pace quickened and his thrusts got harder. He stuck his thumb into my mouth, then bent down to kiss me passionately.
• Holy crap, that is what it should've felt like.
• Three years of sex yet it never felt like what Lucas and I shared last night. It felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as my body shook from waves of pleasure, building, and building until I exploded...
• I can still remember my voice breaking off and my words falling into a soft gasp as I felt myself give in, that last bit of control slipping. His hands traced up my sides, grounding me as my entire body shuddered, feeling his quiet satisfaction radiate in every touch.
• Instead of letting go, he leaned close and brushed his lips against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. Then he murmured in a calm voice that sent a rush of adrenaline through me. "Good girl, there you go… just like that.”
• Slowly, my body calmed and when I opened my eyes, I found him watching. He had this intensity and quiet pride in his expression that made me turn red.
• Shaking the thoughts off my head, I tiptoed from the room, carrying my heels in one hand. The memory of last night wasn’t something I could forget, but I knew I had to leave as soon as possible. Thankfully, my one-night stand wasn’t in the room, and using that opportunity, I fled.
• I hailed a cab back to my apartment and tried to forget him, but the more I tried, the more I failed woefully. He’d injected himself into my mind like a drug and left the kind of soreness between my legs that reminded me of his cock. Fuck! He was big.
• “Ma’am.’’ The Uber driver called, snapping me out of my thoughts. “We’re here.’’
• I handed him a fifty, put on my heels then alighted from the cab. I resisted the urge to fall over and vomit, instead, I walked into my apartment complex and up the stairs. I wasn’t living in luxury, but then, I also had a tiny studio apartment in the city. While it was small, it was peaceful, far better than a big mansion where I lived like a slave to my husband.
• Pushing open the door to my apartment, the silence welcomed me after the loud, chaotic night. I kicked off my shoes and tossed my keys on the counter, already picturing myself collapsing onto the bed and letting the night’s intensity fade away. But as I turned, my stomach twisted into a knot.
• “Hi, darling.”
• That voice. Cold, familiar, and chilling. I froze, my heart pounding as I stared at the man standing in the middle of my living room.
• Justin.
• My husband.
• I hadn’t seen him since I left everything behind—since I escaped three months ago. But now, the sight of him brought it all rushing back—the bruises, the cruelty, the emptiness I had felt every day I spent under his control. As if reading my thoughts, he smirked and crossed his arms as if he had every right to be here, as if I was still his to command.
• “What are you doing here?” I managed to say, my voice barely steady.
• His smile twisted, dark, and mocking. “I came to get what’s mine. Did you really think you could run away from our marriage that easily?”
• My throat tightened, but I still managed to let out the words I had buried deep inside of me for the past three years. The words I couldn't say because I had no right to.
• “I left because I couldn’t live like that anymore, Justin. I wasn’t going to stay and be beaten, starved, bullied by my own husband.” My voice shook, anger rising despite the fear clawing at me.
• Just as I expected, he let out a low and dismissive laugh that made my skin crawl. “And here I thought you were smarter than that. Did you forget, darling? You’re my wife, my property. You’re nothing without me.”
• His words hit like a slap, making me clench my fists. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I held my ground, desperate to keep whatever control I could.
• When I didn't respond, he stepped closer, his eyes glinting with an eerie satisfaction. “I'm sure you had all your fun these past few months, thinking I was dead. Good news is, I’m back. And since you're so dumb to realize our three-year marriage contract is almost ending, it’s perfect timing.”
• Three-year marriage contract?
• “What… what are you talking about?” I stammered as my pulse raced.
• His smile deepened, cruel and smug. “It means I’m free to do whatever I want with you, including marrying you off to someone else.”
• “No!” The word ripped out of me, panic flooding my veins. “You can’t do that. You’re not my father!”
• Justin only chuckled and moved closer, his steps slow and deliberate. “No, but your worthless father sold you to me to settle his three-year debts, remember? The contract is still binding, love, you should have read the fine print.
• I swallowed hard, a feeling of dread pooling in my stomach as his words sank in. What does that mean? What is he even saying?
• "It means you still belong to me" He replied as if reading my thoughts. Then, he continued, almost lazily. “And since you’ve proven useless as a wife and failed to give me an heir, I’m sure I can find a few wealthy men who’d pay a high price to have you. Someone’s bound to find some use for you.”
• The closer he got, the thicker the terror in my chest became. "You cannot do that!"
• "Well, depends" He replied and stopped an inch away from me. Then, he smirked. "If you go back to being a good girl and do as I say, I might change my mind"
• No, I don't want this. I don't want anything to do with Justin Miller anymore. I should have run, but I felt trapped. There is no way I could hide that he wouldn't find me. And if I defied him, he would go to any length to make sure he broke me more than he already has. I had learned the hard way to surrender to his whims and since then, I gave up all attempts at resistance and accepted my fate as his submissive wife.
• "What do you want from me?"
• In response, he shoved me with a forceful push. I fell on my knees, wincing at the pain. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me in agony. Never again.
• I hated the way he reduced me to a mere object, a plaything for his amusement, and the fact that I had lost all sense of self-worth.
• "Should I remind you of what you're supposed to do?" He asked, agitated. He wasn't so excited that I refused to give in to the humiliation and I loved it. I knew what was expected of me, what was demanded of me.
• Raising my hand, I slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. I then reached in and pulled out his cøck which was already dripping of precum. Stroking his hard length from tip to base, I parted my lips to take him into my mouth.
• I sucked him expertly, honed from years of being taught exactly how to please him. My throat constricted as I took him deep, just as he liked and my eyes watered with saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth.
• It didn't take long before he lost his patience and dove right in, slamming the back of my throat brutally. He pulled out and barely allowed me to breathe before thrusting back into my mouth, deep and hard.
• "You thought you could run from me?" Thrusts.
• "You thought you could escape?" Another deep thrust.
• "You are mine!" Thrusts. "Mine!" Another deep thrust.
• "All mine!"
• My gag reflex shot up and I tried to pull away from him but couldn't. With his hand at the back of my head, almost pulling my hair from its roots. He held me in place. I couldn't escape until he finally came, emptying all his seed down my throat.
• "Don't let any drop go to waste"
• And just like that, he claimed me all over again.