"No!" She yells furiously. "Don't tell me what to do! I'm sick and tired of everyone telling me what to do ! Leave me alone !!"
He tries grabbing for her hand and she snatches it away. Before he knew it, he receives a harsh slap across his face. Stinging the side of his lip, he tastes blood.
"Don't touch me!" She hollers through her ire. "Everyone makes me feel bad! I'm tired of always feeling bad.." Her voice suddenly lowers to a soft whisper of uncertainty. "..I-I want to feel good.."
His eyes darken in a ravenous gleam as he leers down at her. The smack she wrought across his face caused a renewal of a rage and lust. Yet her last sentence was the tipping point, that unshackled the chaos within.
"Oh yeah? Let me make you feel good, dollface." In a swift reflex his hand clamps around her throat while his other arm snakes around her bare waist.
He pulls her back against his chest forcefully, and glimpses the tops of her exposed breasts, jiggle in the cups of the bra-let. He licks his lips at the delicious sight while giving a firm squeeze of her throat, she gasps and shivers.
He lowers his lips to her ears as he asks huskily. "Does this feel good?"
Much to his surprise, she hisses. "Y-Yesssss"
He was in a momentary state of shock over her answer until he felt her press back more against him on her own accord. The friction causing his arousal to painfully harden under the restraints of his pants and boxer briefs. He growls at the base of her neck. "Oh fūck..little girl!"
All rational thoughts had completely left him as he licked and nipped at her vulnerable neck like a starved man. Her taste was sweeter than any confection, sending his mouth to a heavenly state. She was whimpering in pleasure under the firm hold over her throat, his other hand begin rubbing downwards towards her thighs.
"You like that huh.." He whispers gruffly, as his thumb hooks under her skirt's waistband. "Good girl..I'll get you dripping wet for me..make it easy for me to invade that cute aching little pūs-"
Suddenly his phone set off ringing on the side table, completely obstructing him from his wayward behaviour. He shot a murderous glare in its direction, mentally cursing the person who was calling him when he had a certain mission to complete.
He felt her slump slowly in his hold again. With rapid concern, he glances over her face. "Miss Kashani ?"
She appears sound asleep and guilt forcefully drives away his inner chaotic demon as he picks her up bridal style. These sudden bouts of slumber for her were the side effects of the drugs she had been mercilessly injected with.
Why the fūck do I keep taking advantage of her like this ?!
He lays her down in the bed and draws an index finger over her pretty face while whispering. "You're such a good girl, I need to behave."
His mouth forms into a glower of agitation, he had to find a solution to his sexual frustrations over her. It didn't help, that whenever he embarked on a risky journey or extremely pissed off, he would always crave some form of sadistic sexual release after.
He didn't desire to use his hand, for it never satisfied him on a mental level. Nor did he want to use any other woman. It didn't help, that the girl in his arms was beyond painfully enticing than anything in his life. It took all of his inner strength like the last time, to suppress taking advantage of her.
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He normally never visited the Catholic Church. But it was the only Church located in near vicinity to his luxury apartments skyscraper.
Growing up with a devoted Orthodox Christian mother and a nominal Protestant father, he was more used to attending an Orthodox or Protestant Church.
Whatever may be the case, he admired no less the Catholic Church's classic infrastructure. Nearing the alter, he made the sign of the Cross before alighting a candle. Offering a short prayer of gratitude over finding her again, he searched around for any clergy member. There were about three other people solemnly praying in the pews.
He halts a young man in clergy assemble walking past, for some advice. The young man suggests him to go for the anonymous confession and rite of sacred reconciliation. He willingly complies as the young man leads him to the anonymous confession enclave to await the Church Father Alcott.
Some ten minutes later, the square slot behind the screen slides over. Vladimir is unable to spot the Church Father inside and nor is the Father able to see him. Inwardly, he never recalled in his memory of ever going through such an anonymous confession at his mother's Church. He was liking this anonymous confession, it was a wise tradition he thought.
"Hello, my dear son. Are you ready to renew your relationship with God ?" Father Alcott asks gently.
"Yes." Vladimir nods solemnly.
"Let us begin with me quoting a passage from Acts 3:19, Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord." Father Alcott then says. "Make the sign of the Cross before you begin."
Vladimir did just that and sought forgiveness." Bless me father for I sin abundantly everyday. Even the business I deal in is sinful."
"The lord God is full of mercy, so as long as you try your best not to commit these sins deliberately, you shall be forgiven." Father Alcott reassures.
"I doubt that .." Vladimir exhales heavily. "However, there is this girl that I do not wish to sin against. I've prevented myself from taking advantage of her for the second time. It's proving more difficult for me as time passes. I do not wish to wrong her for she is very devoted to God and guards her modesty. I-I don't understand why I'm so drawn to her..I don't know what to do."
"Ah..my son, why don't you marry such a rare Jewel of a woman?" Father Alcott suggests with a smile in his tone.
Vladimir's eyes widen in alarm. "Marry?!"
"Yes, marry her."
"But you have to be in love to marry and I don't believe in romantic love." Vladimir declaims. "I didn't confess of love.."
Father Alcott chuckles. "Deny it as much as you want right now, but your symptoms are of love."
Vladimir scowls. "I'm not in love! I came here to seek advice for a proper way out of this mess I've involved myself unwillingly and yet here you treat my ill condition as a joke."
"I mean you no harm from my words and I won't mention it again." Father Alcott's voice transitions gravely. "However I can not offer you any other advice but to marry her or free her from your mind..and never see her again if you truly care for her modesty."
Vladimir thought this over. He couldn't free her, that would lead to his own destruction and yet he couldn't touch her which was brewing up a storm of frustration within him.
"May I choose a loveless marriage?" He blurts before realizing how absurd that question sounded. Ofcourse he couldn't reveal to Father Alcott about how necessary it had become for him to keep her close for her own safety.
"Marry her, my son..it's the right thing to do. Escort her here and I'll bless your marriage." Father Alcott assures.
"She's not Christian." Vladimir reveals.
"Then you may suggest her to convert?"
Vladimir shook his head in decline."No..I like our differences. She's devoted to her faith just as I am to mine, albeit I do a lousy job at devotion. But I will never ask her to convert."
It was true, he found their differences between eachother ensnaring. He had never been the one to go for a girl outside of his background. He'd never imagined a day would arrive, he'd go nuts over someone different to what he was used to. That he'd find the differences as an aphrodisiac themselves.
"Then marry her regardless, God does not discriminate." Father Alcott offers.
Chapter 28
Back to Sanam's POV
"Shh..it's alright baby girl.." A deep masculine voice as soft as velvet reassures, cool breath fanning over my forehead. "Just a dream..shhh."
"S-Some dark.." I utter groggily to the comforting voice, unable to open my sleep laden eyes. "Sh-Shadows are getting me.."
"I'm here now.." The low voice imbues of concern.
I can only manage to hum a reply of relief. I snuggle in the direction of that velvety voice.
My face buries against a hard yet steadily heaving chest. I inhale a scent, familiarly intoxicating.
A soft and deep masculine chuckle emits from the crevice of this person's throat. Their chest vibrates from the sound.
I can't help but find it pleasant. An irrepressible tingly sensation pools between my legs. Yet exhaustion overtook my body instead.
I feel strong arms encircling my frame. I start drifting to a slumber deeper, more peaceful than I've ever felt.
All the while, I feel fingers stroking gently at my face. In the recesses of my mind, thoughts sprinkle like a drizzle of rain. I've never really felt so content and at ease in my life as I did now.
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A consistent slight draft sweeping over my exposed right foot, is what eventually transitions me out of my sleep.
Slowly my eyes blink askew, yet my vision is blurry, eyelids heavy.
I can see a dim outline of a huge cavernous opening and outlines of treetops ahead of it. I wasn't sure as of yet if I could identify it as a window or if I were in a cave.
I was laying atop something very soft. A bed I acknowledge in the back of my mind.
With the exception of my right foot, the rest of my body seems to be concealed under satiny sheets. I try shifting, reaching up with my heavy arms.
I aim my balled fists against my gaze. Rubbing at them to clear my vision. Repeating this weary gesture thrice, I manage to rid of the blur from my sight.
As I blink my eyes open. I'm nothing short of amazed at the sight that greets me.
It is a very immense ceiling to floor sliding-window. Ahead of it is a vast balcony.
Sunlight pours in through gentle streams, exposing leafy treetops.
I was sleeping in a fetal position. Facing to the right of this huge airy room with such a breathtaking view.
Am I dreaming ?
I slowly pinch myself and feel the pain. My head feels heavy like the rest of my body. I can remember a distinct dream of being in a modern skyscraper with a faceless man. The place I wake up to is not a skyscraper.
Where am I ?
That's when my eyes fully snap open in horror as my mind is suddenly bombarded by the events of that evil doctor, his nurse and Doucette. They kept injecting me with only Allah knows what types of chemicals. I rapidly shift to my backside and the room spins even while I'm still laying in the bed.
What really freezes my breath in my throat is when my eyes lock onto a large outline of a masculine figure laying besides me, concealed under the satin sheets. I glimpse tufts of silky blonde hair poking from under the sheets. He appears to be sleeping on his stomach, while facing the opposite wall so I'm unable to see his visage.
A mixture of apprehensive dread stabs at my mind, realizing that we both were sharing the same bed.
No! Ya'Allah! No! Please ! This can't be happening !!
It was official, I had been sold off at the slave auction. Rapid tears brim my eyes as I stare helplessly at the figure next to me and then at my own body.
Was I raped ?
With tremulous hands, I lift the sheet away from my body and surprisingly discover myself in a long ankle length night gown. With the exception of my bare feet, even my legs were garbed in loose trousers under my gown.
The neckline of the gown reached my collar, not exposing my cleavage unlike the skimpy outfit they had me wear in preparation before the auction. The sleeves were long and cuffed around my wrists.
My hand timidly reaches up towards my head and comes in contact with fabric instead of hair. That's when I hiccup a sob between relief and sorrow.
I was wearing an hijab. Tears commence silently pouring down my cheeks in a torrent.
I was wearing my hijab, and my heart quivered in a rush of gratitude.
"Slowly kills me inside..is each teardrop slipping down your pretty face.." Quietly speaks a deep velvety voice, gruff with remnants of sleep.
Vladimir!!??
In shocked recognition of that voice, I turn my face towards him and my gaze locks with intense blue eyes. His brows were furrowed in an emotion of distress and concern.
He continues speaking. "For what they did to you..I will make them pay..they will yearn for death..yet I won't allow them death easily..They will neither be of the living nor of the dead..I will make sure of it.."
Under his ivory skintone, suffuses a slight pink flush symbolizing the rage he was trying to contain.
My mind cracks at these were words, I can only but sob out my cries of sorrow openly. I felt so torn up emotionally from what I was subjected to by those evil people and I couldn't think straight.
Immediately, I find myself engulfed within a pair of strong muscular arms. His scent flooding my nose with a different type of intoxication altogether. I didn't push away at him as I should have, I was too weak in mind and body from all the horridness I had faced. Slowly, begins pats of his fingers against my hijab concealed head, before stroking at my cheeks.
Eventually my bawling quiets down, eyes ache from leaking an over abundance of moisture. Even my nose had grown a bit stuffy, and I was slightly embarrassed over how runny it was..my watering nose had smeared on his shirt front. But he seemed not to mind as he gently continued grazing the side of my cheek with the callous pads of his fingers.
As my breathing levels down to a normal rate, he speaks again in an impassioned tone. "When you weep in sadness..it feels as if children the world over will lose their smiles..the Earth will disintegrate..the stars will be deprived of their shine and come crashing down..worst of all I'd die without having comforted you..each teardrop of yours will rupture multiple blood vessels within my body..causing my death without having protected you.."
My eyes widen, I was more than confounded over his words. A moment of silence elapses, my mind was having a difficult time processing what he was saying.
Am I dreaming again?
"Now..I know you'd care not if..as you put it-a dastard..like me dies by internal bleeding..but.." He commences this time in a teasing voice underlined by amusement. "..think of the children all over the world..don't cause them to lose their smiles..have mercy Miss Kashani."
At such a dorky entreaty, I can only but roll my eyes. Yet at the next junction, my breathing hitches in my throat as I feel his lips plant a soft cool kiss against my forehead. Then he does it again and again, before I know it he's trailing light butterfly kisses down over the bridge of my nose.
The trail leaving a sensation of fire, awakening something unwanted within me. My heart palpitates wildly against my rib cage.
My entire body feels like a nerve ending, sensitive to such intimate gestures from him. Suddenly I was much too aware of his proximity in a very uncomfortable way and my body reacts shamelessly to this realization.
I was aware of how broad his shoulders were, or the sweep of stubble over his strong shapely jaw. His intoxicating scent was overpowering my nostrils.
I felt so small next to the height and width of his body, a domineering body that was capable of destruction. Instead of feeling only fear, I felt something else stir within my loins. Something shamelessly on the precipice of sexual arousal. I didn't understand why I was still feeling this way, the drugs should have worn off by now.
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