Third person's pov
The fear that she was getting familiar with crept up her body like several ants, ready to bite, the emerald eyes of the beast of her husband were filled with desires, so intense and dark, ready to eat her alive as a lion does. She gulped when she felt his hands lightly pressed on her knees. Reflexively, she put her hands on his, stopping. But, slowly like a snail, they moved up, and like continuous waves, shivers run down her body. Her stomach churned and when his hands squeezed her both thighs she subconsciously pressed her legs together, her nails digging into his wrists, and strange noise escaped her throat. He unclasped his fingers and started rubbing her thighs, ever so slowly, sneakily creeping his fingers towards her core, with his head buried in her neck, sniffing occasionally. Her stomach turned, all the food she ate threatened to come out. Finally getting her voice which came out meek, she yelled meanwhile pushing his hands away that refused to budge.
"Back off!! How dare you touch me! Get away and remove your hands off of me right now"
"Your smell drives me crazy, doe, too heavenly to resist"
he husked on her ear. She trembled, clutching his hands in a death grip, and stated firmly,
"Move right this instance. I feel like throwing up at your touch! I despise it, stop your nonsense!"
he chuckled, so sensual to ears that Meera herself felt her body reacting strangely. Before she could comprehend what that was, he swallowed her ear whole in his mouth and sucked. She gasped, breath momentarily hitching in her throat. She shivered unconsciously when she felt him lick it. Her body fell and leaned subconsciously on his. Smirking he bit her ear ever so slightly removing his mouth and with a little tug released it. Releasing a breath in small pants, her eyes met his which have turned dark green like mosses from forest green. His eyes showed the immense want he had for her. She felt her heart drop. Feeling scared she pulled herself up from him, surprised by her bodily behavior.
Hungrily looking at his enchanting doe who looked so sensual that he felt himself going crazy, barely having any control. Pressing their foreheads together he rubbed his nose against hers. Staring at the endless black of her eyes which held fear but it didn't matter to him, she is his and he can have her. Feeling small hands pushing his chest, her voice which sounded so seducing to his ears but was filled with anger and fear embedded in stuttering words,
"Elijah! Don't! Stop, it's inappropriate"
pressing his body furthermore, chest to chest, so fast like lightning that shocked her, hands fisting his navy blue t-shirt. Leaning to her lips, whispering against them, which touched with his every word,
"You are mine, I can take you against this counter dear wife"
she pressed her lips together, avoiding his lips, his words were like slaps on her face, reminding her of the harsh truth. Pecking her lips, he continued,
"That's an appropriate thing husband and wife do"
kissing the corner of her mouth, he spoke,
"Daily"
kissing the other corner of the mouth,
"whenever they want"
kissing her both cheeks,
"again and again and again"
With that he kissed her passionately and deeply, pouring every desire he felt. Holding her waist, he pulled her towards him. Meera felt like crying, the harsh reality struck her badly. Whatever he said was right. But she didn't want any. Right this moment was alike. Unwanted. Her whole body repulsed. She didn't kiss back. Never. Instead, she tried to push him away like always with the same result, he kisses her like a starved lion, to his heart's desires. She always after every kiss felt her lips swollen and burning slightly, he kisses her that fiercely.
"You drive me wild and crazy, I am starving for you, madly"
He told her hoarsely, voice heavy with desire, eyelids dropped down, making him look intoxicated, which he indeed was with her. Staring at him, Meera felt her heartbeats increasing, his every word felt like a brick hit her, weighing down on her. She felt heavy on her chest due to fear like a rock. Collecting her willpower, she said to him timidly but seriously,
"I will never give myself to you, never, willingly for sure"
a devilish smile grazed his lips, she thought the worst of him, sure he is dominating, commanding, evil and every other thing but what she was insinuating. He will never force himself on her. Looking at her frowning, he nuzzled her cheeks. She turned her face other way exposing her neck to avoid him. But the wolf in him drooled seeing her tempting neck already marked by him. Nuzzling along the way to her neck, he sinks his teeth into her skin, hisses filling the room coming from her mouth. Gently kissing and licking the irritated skin, he soothed it.
"Sweeter than honey, my doe, hmmm"
he hummed while kissing her neck feverishly. She clutched his hair and shoulder in either hand, trying to remove him. An involuntary moan left her mouth when he sucked her collarbone. Her fist tightened, and she panted. Smirking against her skin, he continued to nibble, suck, lick, and kiss the soft spot of his doe, driving her to the edge. She bit her lips to avoid any more sounds releasing from her mouth. It's embarrassing, and giving him satisfaction was a sin. She tugged on his hair, getting a grunt of approval from Elijah. But she thought otherwise, with no experience and knowledge she assumed it was due to pain, therefore she repeated her actions causing him to go insane in want. He kissed her collarbones and neck like a madman so fiercely that she no longer can hold back the sounds. Boasted, Elijah continued his assault, marking her skin further from her neck to her collarbone and next to her cleavage. Her every noise was like music to his ears, a melody of pleasure which he gave to his doe. He wanted to hear it always, desperately.
And just when he kissed in between her cleavage, Meera came to her senses, she jerked his head back with all her force.
Taken by surprise, Elijah was easily pulled back by her. Outraged, she tried to slap him but he held her hand just in time. His eyes turned serious, immediately forgetting the pool of desires he was drowned in. Tears pricked her eyes, her lips quivering, with a shaky voice she yelled,
"Don't you dare touch me, I will break your mouth, pervert!"
feeling rejected and disrespected, Elijah tightened his hold on her hand. She hissed in pain, trying to remove her hand she glared deathly at him. His eyes turned blank, and all emotions vanished. Meera felt scared looking at his bland eyes which whenever turned like this, something bad happens. Elijah spoke calmly, too calmly, voice glacial,
"Mind your tone and words"
"I won't! You were forcing yourself on me, you deserve worse than that!"
retorted Meera, feeling anger bubbling in her blood. Grasping her other hand in his, he pinned them on the cupboard behind her. Gasping, Meera looked at his green eyes which has turned darker. Staring at her dead in the eyes, he gritted out,
"Don't anger me, disrespect is intolerable. You can't imagine the things I can do, what I have done until now is nothing in comparison. It would be good for you to follow this simple instruction"
"Are you threatening me?"
asked Meera, voice a little shaky in fear. He laughed a humorless laugh, looking so sinister that Meera feared the outcome, she thought that she has awaken the devil now, she is gone for sure. Suddenly he stopped and leaned his face to hers. Eyes boring on her scared ones, he declared,
"I don't threaten, I show the consequences of disobeying me in the worst way"
Swallowing thickly, Meera remained silent. She was speechless, seeing how serious and dangerous he looked, she realized why people were so afraid of him. Closing the distance between them, he kissed her roughly. Forcing his tongue inside her mouth, he licked and sucked every crevice. He bit her lower lip, dragging it a little. She could only hiss and gasp. Releasing her, he looked straight into her eyes, her panting breaths were hitting his face, he told her,
"I enjoyed rewarding you, and the next rewards will be much more promising my sweet little doe"
With that, he left her alone in the kitchen. She released the breath she unknowingly was holding. She sat there unmoving with her head down basking in the aftermath. And one after another tears streamed down her face. The pain, fear, and loss she felt were too much for her. Her heart constricted due to excessive hurt. She has until now tolerated him, his every disrespect but today he crossed another line. He didn't respect her, or her rights. He was worse than satan. She feared what might have happened if he didn't stop. She feared what might he do next to her. She feared the promised rewards of his. His new game of rewards. She hated this, him, this new life, and everything. Not a single day has passed, and this honeymoon already felt like a nightmare. Closing her eyes tightly, she sobbed. She couldn't stop him, she is weak and pathetic, and she felt useless.
Wiping her tears, she composed herself. She has to be strong. She can't let anything like this happen again. She will fight him. She can't let him do whatever he wants. Getting down from the counter, she decided to do what she intended to do, explore the mansion.
Finding a theatre room, she decided to watch a movie and sleep there, the couches looked cozy and comfortable. Thinking that movie will take her mind off of the kitchen incident was a huge failure, like a broken record it flashed in her mind again and again relentlessly. She massaged her temples. Fear has settled deep inside her of his rewards. She knew he will definitely go further with her, more than what he did today. And she can't even imagine it, let alone let it happen. She was scared needles to say. Halfway through the movie, her head was still stuck to his words. No, his declaration of a new game of rewards. What should she do to prevent it? She hasn't seen him since then. And she wants it to remain the same. His presence will enrage her to no end, totally intolerable.
She thought back to when he rewarded her. It was because she did his chore. So he will reward her when she does his chores right. But what if she doesn't do any chores and instead of doing them, doing them wrong? Then there's nothing to give a reward for. Feeling satisfied with her thinking and plan, Meera sighed in relief.
Laying on the couch, a movie playing in the background, she planned various strategies to avoid his rewards. She didn't know when her eyes dropped falling asleep but the only thing on her mind was
"Elijah, I will show you that I am not someone who succumbs to your every heed, the real reward awaits you"