His Toxic Love

Chapter 1 Torture

Story 1

Standing at the door, I took a deep breath, and my back collapsed instantly after pretending to be straight all the time. Sadness engulfed me like a relentless tide.

I opened the door, placed the keys down on the cabinet, and changed my shoes. I tried hard not to dwell on what happened during the dinner.

After married to him for five years, I had been subjected to mockery while my husband refused to be on my side.

The whole marriage is totally a cruel joke. My husband Sebastian Parker had never touched me in those five years we’ve spent together. The darkness is thick as a cloud and suffocating.

I walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, letting the cold water slide down me and chill my bones. Bang! It's the sound of the door slamming. I hesitated for a moment, then quickly grabbed a towel with bare feet, wrapped it around my body, and opened the door cautiously to peek out.

As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, someone pulled me into his arms abruptly. His warm and humid breath grazed by the skin of my neck, causing shivers to run down my spine uncontrollably.

Before I could utter a word, his lips were on mine, demanding and punishing. I turned my head, struggling to get rid of his kisses. Yet his fingers tangled in my hair, holding my head tightly, and forcing me to endure his anger.

"Sebastian, are you out of your mind?" I managed to push my husband away when he was breathing, my eyes brimming with tears of humiliation. “Crazy? Isn’t this what you’re longing for? You’ve always wanted me to do it in five years!” Sebastian sneered, wiping his lips with his thumb fiercely. His eyes filled with disgust.

His gaze fell on me, saying, “Be flirtatious because you’re a slut. Remember how you crawled into my bed?”

My husband has strikingly handsome facial features, characterized by a mesmerizing eye. With his long legs, he exudes a magnetic aura that has the power to captivate most women.

Being stared by him, I felt intimated at first. But as I looked into his handsome face in the dim light, a hint of obsession washed over me, and my eyes blurred with desire.

As our eyes met, Sebastian sneered. He turned me around and held my chin firmly. Then he removed the towel on my body, leaving me exposed to the air, naked.

The sudden coldness made me tremble involuntarily. "Sebastian, you're drunk." My voice also trembled as I was breathing nervously. My heart raced wildly, but I couldn't tell if it was fear or anticipation. His gaze lingered on my body, and the intensity of his stare overpowered my fear.

With fear in my mind, I took a small step to the side. Standing naked in front of Sebastian filled me with shame.

“You seize any chance when I’m drunk, don't you? Weren't you so good at it? Do you forget how to seduce me after you've got someone new?” Sebastian snickered while pulling my slippery body close and untying his belt.

He pressed my waist against the wall, making me look at him in horror. He was so different from the man I knew.

In the next moment, he guided his c**k to my p***y without any foreplay. The dryness made my tense up, wrapping his huge d**k tightly.

He moaned and thrust deeper and deeper nonstop like an animal. Before I could feel pleasure, the pain of this brutal act overwhelmed me. The dryness kept me clenching.

I was so close to the man I had loved for five years, yet his expression was stern. When I saw the disgust in his eyes, the pain in my heart surpassed the pain down there.

As he thrust in and out fiercely, my body reacted to the pleasure this intimacy brought. My p***y got wet, making his c**k slide in smoother. I could only bite my lip, refusing to make a sound.

“What a w***e! You felt it, didn’t you?” Sebastian thrust deeper and pulled away instantly. I finally took a deep breath out. Such torture was too much to bear.