The Love From Vengeance

The Love From Vengeance

1 THE FINAL STRAW

ARIEL’S POV

“Please slow down; you’re going too hard!” I screamed, my eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, while Luke relentlessly pounded into me. He gripped me tightly, showing no mercy as he moved with vigorous force. My moans echoed throughout the dark room, barely visible except for the outline of Luke’s figure as he continued to ravage me.

“Ohhh Luke!” I cried out, my nails digging into his back. The intensity of his thrusts caused both of us to breathe heavily. But amidst the pleasure, Luke’s grip on my neck tightened, choking me slightly. “You little whore, I can’t believe you’d go this far, drugging me to touch you!”

“I didn’t…” I tried to speak, but he cut me off, anger mixing with pleasure in his eyes. He was inflicting pain and bringing gratification at the same time.

“Ahhhh!” I cried out as he drove deeper and deeper, his powerful thrusts filling the room with their sounds.

“I hope you’re happy now. Isn’t this what you wanted?!” Luke snapped, pounding into me with relentless force.

“Slow down, slow…” I begged, but he choked me hard, silencing me. Spit drooled out of my mouth, but he didn’t seem to care as he continued his brutal assault,

“I’m going to make you pay!” He growled, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. “You wanted pleasure; well, now you’ve got it.”

“Ouhhhh, ouhhh, ouhhhh!” I cried out, feeling like he was going to split me in two. As much as I wanted this, I also wanted him to stop.

I had been waiting for him to come home, but when he arrived, intoxicated and blaming met for drugging him, I never expected this. His torture was a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

“Are you satisfied now?” He asked, his breath mingling with mine. “Are you satisfied?!”

I couldn’t answer him; I was just screaming and looking into his eyes as he choked me even harder. The force of his movements caused the lamp on the bedside table to fall, lighting up the room with an orange glow.

“I asked you a question, didn’t 1?” He snapped, his anger and rage intensifying. My face was red, and I was unable to speak as he seemed determined to choke me to death.

my nails into his back, causing him to cry out, but he just glared at me before resuming his brutal thrusts. He went on and on, finally spilling inside me. But instead of stopping,

hand.

before finally pulling out. I lay there, weak and unable to

silenced me. “I’m just “Please, I can’t take anymore!” I screamed, b granting your wish, my lovely wife,” he mocked before releasing my

I whimpered as he continued to slam into me, holding my arms against the bed. And when he finally let out a loud growl, I knew he had reached his peak. He

watched him as he made his way to the bathroom, and it took me a while to gather the strength to put on my robe. When he emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his

years would have been

in Luke’s bedroom. It was later revealed that my parents had drugged me, despite always claiming to love me. They

Reynold, as we referred to Luke’s grandfather, and decided to give me to Luke. However, they knew he wouldn’t agree if they asked for his opinion, as he

media sensation. But nothing happened between us. I was only half–naked and lying on top of Luke when he

had to marry me, and our family’s financial crisis was resolved. However, it was only the beginning of my personal hell.

I had to endure his actions. I convinced myself that I could change him and make him fall in love with me,

judgment and never complained, enduring every heart–wrenching moment. But, after this torture, I reached my breaking point. I couldn’t tolerate his behavior any longer. Enough

damp hair, water dripping all over his body. He flashed me a smirk, clearly pleased to see me

pills. With a glare, he tossed

the box from the bed and read the label, “Emergency contraceptive.” I looked back at Luke, my expression conveying my

had an agreement that we would not have children, or rather, he did not want to have a child with me. He despised me to the point where he refused to start a family with me. This was the second time he had touched me in our three–year marriage, and he claimed to be drunk. But

Luke’s voice broke through my thoughts: “Quit daydreaming, you idiot.”

up at him, seeing the irritation on his face

going to have kids, you’re only deceiving yourself.” His tone was dark. ” Now don’t waste any

grip on the box tightening. “I’m not taking them. “I finally made up my

mind.

was filled with disbelief as he stepped closer to me.

his gaze with determination. “I

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