Steamy Hot Night

I felt my nightgown being roughly lifted as he whispered a cold order in my ear. Before I could even think or compose myself, he forced himself on me. I squeezed my eyes shut from the force and speed of his movements.

"Ah - Alex, slower..." I begged, almost out of breath. But he acted like he couldn't hear my voice — he only became faster and rougher, with no trace of tenderness or care. Bitterness mixed with every pain I felt as I tried to endure that position.

"Oh, Alex, please..." I begged again, my knees weakening.

"Please what, woman? Did I tell you to speak?" he answered harshly and angrily. At the same time, I felt his hand strike my skin hard, sending heat and confusion through my whole body.

We have been married for five years, five years in which I never felt even a single bit of love from him. My dream of building a happy family collapsed when I discovered that the very woman I treated as my own sister was the one who would destroy our marriage. In the middle of the darkness and the mercilessness of his touch, only one question kept whispering repeatedly in my mind — how much longer can I fight for and endure a heart he destroyed a long time ago?