Consumed By Darkness

007~ WHAT

Leah,

"Let go," my voice came out shaky, and that was not what I intended.

He clicked his tongue, his breath hot on my neck. He was too close, invading my space. Too close that my body was reacting too much to his. "What about our date?"

I yanked at the door, trying to pull it open. "Let go, I need to go home!" I yelled.

He slammed the door shut with a force that made me jump, my back pressing against his chest. His nose grazed my skin, the hairs on my neck standing on end as he murmured, "f**k, you smell nice."

I tried to step away, but he gripped my hip, holding me firmly in place. "Stay still, doll." He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply.

"Get your filthy hands off me, you son of a b***h!" I screamed, my nails digging into his hand.

He chuckled, his nails digging into my hip and I winced letting his hand go. "That hurts, doll. I thought we were close," he brushed his lips down my neck and I gasped, my skin tingling from where his lips had touched. "Especially after our kiss on the elevator."

My fists clenched at my sides. "You kissed me against my will."

"Is that so?" He murmured, pressing himself against me. The rain started to fall in small droplets, the tapping on the car roof blending with the sound of my heavy breathing. "All I remember were succulent pink lips begging to be kissed."

He tilted my face towards him, his lips dangerously close to mine. My breath hitched, eyes darting to his lips and then back at his darkened gaze. "And even now, they are begging me to kiss them."

I knew he was going to kiss me, yet I didn't turn my face, offering my lips to him like a fool. His tongue slipped into my mouth, claiming me with a rough intensity, sucking on it, then my bottom lip, his teeth grazing my skin lightly, just enough to leave a bruise.

The rain continued, soaking us both, but that didn't stop him. He pulled me closer as if we weren't close enough. I whimpered into his mouth, heat pooling between my legs, my knees threatening to give out.

Fuck.

My breaths came out ragged as he pulled away, his eyes locking onto mine. Those eyes promised bad, sinful things, things that made me shudder in all the wrong ways.

"Looks like I have got you wet, doll," he whispered in my ear, his finger trailing down my arm slowly. "Inside and out." He added and I clenched my thighs together, my core throbbing painfully.

He was right, my panties were soaked and it wasn't the rain.

I was attracted to him.

It was a truth I had been refusing to acknowledge ever since I met him. The way he looked at me, the way his touch burned my skin, terrified me.

I hated myself for wanting him. For craving more of a man, my father had warned me minutes ago to stay away from.

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I ran the sponge over my shoulder and then down the length of my arm. My mind wandered to his hands. They were large and strong. They could easily cover breasts. I shivered, goosebumps spreading across my skin as the thought of his rough hands gliding slowly over my skin invaded my thoughts. I sighed, opening my eyes to the ceiling.

"I am fucked."

I leaned forward scrubbing my body with more force, reminding myself that I was supposed to be cleansing myself of his touch, not fantasising about how his hands would feel on my body.

The phone on the dresser rang just as I was about to climb the bed. "Liam," I called out but there was no answer. I walked towards the bathroom with a frown. I knocked, then opened it. He wasn't there, nor was he in the closet.

The phone kept ringing. "Where is he?" I picked it up just as it stopped ringing and vibrated in my hand with a message. I was about to glance at the screen when the phone was suddenly snatched from my hand with a harshness that startled me.

"What the f**k are you doing snooping around my phone?" He snapped.

"I wasn't stopping around," I gritted, angry at his accusations.

He hissed, scrolling through his phone. "Don't f*****g touch my phone again," he warned through clenched teeth.

"Why are you acting like it's such a big deal? Are you hiding something?"

He turned to me, glaring daggers. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing," I said, realising that things would escalate if I continued arguing with him.

I turned away from him, heading toward the bed when I heard him say, "Annoying bitch."

I turned around, my chest tightening at his words. "Why would you call me that just because I touched your phone?" I almost yelled, my hands trembling as tears welled in my eyes.

Why are you being mean to me?

His phone rang again, and he ignored me, leaving the room as he answered the call.

I lay in bed waiting for him. He didn't come back for what felt like hours. The door creaked open, my heart racing as I heard him move around the room. I lay still as he climbed in beside me. Seconds went by, and I couldn't muster up the courage to say a word, afraid he would get angry like he always does. I turned on my side, facing his back. He was right beside me on the bed, but it felt like he was miles away.

Ever since the nightdress issue, he had been distant. He was always looking for a way to turn every conversation we had into a fight. At least, that's how it felt to me. I bit my lip, hesitating before scooting closer, my heart pounding as I wrapped my arms around him from behind. He tensed immediately at my touch, but he didn't pull away. I scooted closer, feeling his warmth against my body as I rested my head against his back, and I whispered, "I'm sorry. "

I didn't know what I was apologising for, but I was ready to apologise for anything if it meant closing the growing distance between us. I didn't care about the s*x. We shouldn't be fighting because of it in the first place. I didn't die when he stopped touching me and still won't. But his coldness is something I couldn't live with. I wanted the man I loved before marriage back.

"I am trying to sleep, Leah," he murmured, and I held him tighter. "If you don't stop, I will leave the bed for you."

My heart shattered as my voice trembled, pleading, "Please..." I blinked back tears, but they fell anyway. He removed my arms from around him with a sharp hiss, standing up from the bed, before I could stop him. I knelt on the bed, tears streaming freely down my cheeks, watching as he grabbed the doorknob. The words I usually kept as thoughts spilt out before I could stop them. "Are you seeing someone else?"

He paused, his back still turned to me, and for an agonising moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of my sobs. "Please talk to me, Liam. I have thought hard and long on what the problem is, and I can't seem to think of anything but that," I cried fisting my nightdress. "Or do you not love me anymore?"

I couldn't tell which was more painful, the thought of him seeing someone else or the possibility that he no longer loved me. But did I have the right to question him, especially when I had let another man kiss me twice? Or the fact that I secretly craved the touch of a stranger who wasn't my husband?