"Lena-"

"Lena, wake up"

I shut my eyes even tighter, pretending to be asleep so the voice would go away.

Instead, the demanding voice was replaced with weight and the pungent smell of alcohol and cigars.

"Wake up Lena" he said only inches away from my face causing my stomach to churn.

He smelled like he had been thrown into a bottle of vodka and I held my breath trying to block off the smell.

"I know you're awake. Answer me!!!" He yelled as he shook me violently.

I slowly opened my eyes and I almost fainted when I saw how disheveled my husband looked.

His hair was tattered and so were his clothes. He had food stains on his face as well as a large bleeding wound close to his eyes.

"Lena, I missed you so much" he said, nuzzling into my neck like a puppy.

"You did?" I asked.

He nodded and looked up at me, "I love you so much Lena, I don't want anybody else but you".

He loved me?

Every word felt foreign. Same man that had just come back from the club blackout drunk, loved me?

"I know you don't love me" he said in a sad voice.

"No-" I defended.

"I love you" I said softly as I brushed his hair out of his face.

I loved him more than anything in the world. He loved me too. But only when he was under the influence of alcohol.

"I love you too" he replied, planting a wet kiss on my lips.

I threw up in my mouth and it took everything in me not to push him off.

He tried to deepen the kiss and no matter how I resisted, he still found a way to maneuver me and loosen the ropes that held my night dress together.

The ropes came undone, revealing a see through mesh gown that stopped at my thighs.

"I want to make love to you Lena" he growled.

"What?...right now?" I asked.

"Yes" he said firmly.

"No, you're drunk and bleeding from your face" I said as I tried to push him off.

"Shut up!" He spat as he unbuttoned his pants and threw off his jacket.

"I own every inch of you and I'm free to use you as I please" he said as he tried to force my legs apart.

"I don't want to hurt you, cooperate for once" he barked as he ripped the thin piece of fabric of my body, exposing my breasts to the cold air.

He lowered his head to my chest and planted rough kisses on my skin, leaving hickeys along the way.

He grabbed my breast and I watched defenselessly as his tongue twirled around my pale skin.

His free hand made it way down my legs and I squirmed when his fingers grazed my labia.

In one swift motion, his fingers sank deep into my cunt and I bit my lips to stop myself from crying.

"You're so fucking tight" he hissed as he moved his fingers around.

"Have you never been fucked?" He asked.

I shook my head and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Good thing that I get the first chance to ruin you" he said as he retracted his fingers and replaced it with the top of his dick.

Without warning, he shoved himself into me and I cried out in pain.

Tears ran down my eyes and my legs felt numb.

How could he do this to me?

After years of ignoring me, he finally decided to take my virginity in the most bizarre way ever.

I thought making love was supposed to feel good. It was meant to be memorable and sacred but all I could feel was the throbbing pain of Dave thrusting in and out of me.

"I'm going to cum inside of you so you can become pregnant and no man would ever want to touch you" he groaned as he quickened his pace.

The pain trippled but thankfully he sighed heavily and rolled off me.

He grabbed his clothes and walked off to the bathroom leaving me in a pool of sweat and body fluids.

I managed to find my strength and I sat up. My insides hurt badly and there was blood all over the sheets.

Dave hated messes and would probably hurt me more if he came out and found the place still messy.

I took of the sheets and headed to the guest room where I cleaned up before heading down to make breakfast.

The staff were on holiday so I had the kitchen to myself.

I decided to heat up the left over pasta we had in the fridge.

As I was cleaning up the dishes from last night, Dave walked in. His hair was wet and he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

"What's for breakfast?" He asked as he scanned around the kitchen.

"Left over pasta from last night" I replied.

"Why?" He asked bluntly.

"I don't feel strong enough to cook" I pleaded.

"Useless" he muttered.

"Where's my food?" He asked.

I pulled out the plate from the microwave and handed it to him.

He took a spoonful and his face fell.

"This tastes like shit" he spat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-" I tried to explain but he cut me short.

"Always an excuse. You're useless" he said coldly.

"I shouldn't have come back here" he said.

"You shouldn't have" I whispered under my breath but unfortunately, he heard me.

"Stupid whore" he cussed as he tossed the plate to the wall, sending pieces of it flying around.

"You think I love being stuck with you?" He yelled.

"You stupid mop looking bitch" he said as he continued to berate me.

"Dave Jeremiah Castille!!" a firm feminine voice sounded from the doorway causing Dave to freeze.

He turned around and walked towards the woman, blocking my view of her.

"What are you doing here?" He muttered.

"Get out of my way!" She said firmly and Dave slowly shifted.

"This must be my new sister inlaw" she said with a smile.

Dave scoffed and she glared at him.

"Hello darling", she said with her arms wide as she approached me.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug.

She smelled of Vanilla and a hint of something fruity.

She pulled away and I finally had the time to take in her features.

She has short dark hair that hung around her chin and her bright brown eyes sparkled as she looked around. She looked like a super model, only she was dressed business casual and her coat hung loosely around her shoulders.

"Dead God, you're bleeding!" She squealed, breaking me free from my thoughts.

I looked down and watched as blood trickled down my leg from a small cut just above my knee.

"Did you do this?" She turned to Dave.

"It was an accident" he said nonchalantly as he dropped the first aid box on the counter.

"You look a mess, go get that fixed. I'll take care of Lena" she said as she opened the large box.

She would take care of me? This gorgeous woman wanted to take care of me! I screamed in my mind.

I felt as her soft hands shifted the hem of my dress, revealing part of my thighs.

She wiped the injured area with some methylated spirit and placed a band aid over it.

She gently caressed the spot of the injury and the first time in a long while, I felt something.

An electric feeling that shot through my body causing me to wish she would move her hands further up my thighs and fix what Dave had done to me.

The way her fingers moved in unison and the feeling of her warm breath against my skin sent shivers up my spine and fluids down my pussy.....