His New Obsession

He left on a Sunday for his business conference, Jasmine locked herself in her room immediately she said her final farewell to him, she only left her room whenever she was hungry.

Susan informed her children that their father had gone for a business trip and he went be back till after three weeks. She also suggested that it will be the best time to make Jasmine leave the house , since her saviour - Pedro will be on a business trip.

Hilary left his school and boarded a plane back to his father's house. He went straight to Jasmine's room , his knock woke her up from sleep.

" Bitch, open this door before I break it down" he continued knocking and shouting.

As Jasmine was trying to process what exactly was going on, the door broke open. It was Hilary, he was fierce,tall and had a dark aura just like his father.

He pounced on her, punching every part of her body without mercy. Jasmine cried in pains and begged but it was as though she was begging a deaf person.

He kept on hitting her till Susan came to the room and pulled him off her . Jasmine could taste the blood on her lips, she had bruises and a swollen cheek.

Isabella helped her clean up her wound with a hot water, Isabella called a nurse that dressed the wound and administered drugs for rapid healing.

Jasmine was in so much pains that she thought of going back to Marco's house at least there was no one to hit her the way Hilary did .

Jasmine told one of the guards to fix her broken door thinking it will make Hilary stay away from her room .

That night, she laid down on her bed, thinking about everything that happened earlier that day, she heard a knock on the door, she walked towards the door.

"Who is there?" She asked with a shaky voice

"Isabella " Isabella answered.

Jasmine quickly opened the door, "what are you doing here when you should be sleeping?"

Before Isabella could answer, Hilary pushed himself through the door, inside Jasmine's room.

"Get out of my room!" she yelled.

"Not so loud, Jasmine," he said, shaking his head. "You need to leave now," she said, moving away from him, no longer worried about her flimsy chemise and her bruises.

He turned around and walked to the door, but rather than exit, locked it. "What are you doing?" she cried. "Why did you lock the door?"

"I think it's only fair that I also have a taste of what my father has eaten, don't you think?"

Realisation of what he was saying hit her, and she let out a loud cry, but he was on her before the sound could travel far, covering her mouth with his large hands.

"Any noise from you, and I am going to telephone my father tonight to let him know what kind of slut he has married," he sneered.

"He knows I was a virgin, before he touched me" she sneered back, trying to act brave even though tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"You were a virgin?" he exclaimed with a glint in his eye, and she immediately knew giving him that information was a costly mistake.

Mustering all the energy she could, she pushed him and tried to run to the door, but he caught her before she could even take two strides. Before she could scream again, he silenced her with his lips, kissing her with so much force, she tasted blood. As he held her against him, she felt his growing erection, making her fight even harder. But the more she struggled, the more rabid he became. He pushed her on the bed and was on top of her immediately, his large frame dwarfing hers. With one hand, he pinned her hands above her head, and with the other hand, he pulled off her underwear.

She let out a guttural scream when she felt his hand in her womanhood, her most intimate area that was specifically for Pedro alone. She struggled and thrashed under him like a wounded animal, but it made no difference. When he let go of her hands to undo his zip, she tried to push him off, and got a deafening slap in return. But she wasn't going to go down without a fight, and so she bit deep into his chest.

Big mistake.

He punched her in the face; once, twice, ten, fifteen times. Blood was soon oozing out of every orifice of her face, and she felt her strength start to fade. But the most searing pain came from when he finally penetrated her. She wanted to scream out loud over this agonizing, unfamiliar pain, but no sound could come out of her swollen lips. As he thrusted, he moaned in ecstacy, and she knew he was stealing her treasure for Pedro.Tears stung her bruised eyes as his thrusting intensified. When he finally reached his climax, rolled off her, and lay on the bed, panting with satisfaction, she had never felt dirtier or more worthless. She wished for death. "I've had thousands of women, but that was, without a doubt, the best ever," he exclaimed. "I've even had virgins before, but none of them felt as good as that!" she lay on the bed, immobile, staring at the ceiling, wishing her life away. He stood and pulled up his jeans. "I don't have to tell you this stays between us," he said before he left the room.