More Than Lust

Grace's pov

I Groaned and tried to pull bedsheets closer as I felt cold but I couldn't pull bedsheet, it was stuck in something.

I annoyingly opened my eyes and then I realised I am not in my room. It was early morning and window was open.

Where am I?

I blinked my heavy eyes trying to clear my vision. I held on the bedsheet and looked at myself. My stomach churned when I found myself naked under bedsheets.

Oh my god! What has happened?

I gasped when large hand grabbed me by arm, I quickly turned around to push whoever it is.

I was about to push but he quickly grabbed my hands and pressed me down on the bed.

"Chief?!"

I mumbled in confusion.

I visibly relaxed, at least I am not with someone else. It explains why I am naked.

He has done more than just taking my clothes off. This shouldn't be big thing.

This is his room but this time I am on other side of the bed so I couldn't recognise it. I wasn't allowed to come in his room but after few days he started calling me in his room. I don't know why.

My heart started racing when he got on top of me. I can feel his every inch touching my body.

My hands are still on his chest and shoulder which I raised to push him away. This is the first time I am touching him, I have never touched his body before. It's him who does everything.

I gulped as I felt his warm body, his muscles are so hard. My eyes travelled on his shoulders, he has sexy body.

I looked at him. I was about to look away again but one thing

They are not

Frowned. His eyes are actually blue. May be i didn't notice them properly when I first met him and after that I

blue colour. They are so beautiful like deep Ocean. His

close but now when I am looking at it, i can't take my eyes off it. His beautiful almond eyes and

this close. It's so cute and beautiful. If it's not for

his, he was looking at me too

yesterday. He killed someone. Adoration in my eyes turned into fear when I heard those

am sleeping beneath murderer, he is monster. He can kill me too. I don't want to be near him.

retrieved my hands away from his chest. I tried to scoot away but he pressed me on the bed not letting me move even

eyes and let the tears escape as he snatched the

massaging my breasts roughly and my hands automatically raised to stop him.

my wrists in strong

want your hands

he threatened me with

talk until and unless

as I heard his threat, i don't want him to hurt me. He won't

am I? No one!

whom he fucks to satisfy his needs.

letting him do whatever he wants, not like i can do anything. He

boobs until I get wet. I feel ashamed whenever I get

He only kisses me on my neck, he has never tried to kiss me on lips and i am thankful. At least there is something which is still with me. I

pulled back away from me and i looked at him confused. Thinking that he is letting me go was stupidity because he roughly flipped me on the bed making me gasp. He

he goes too rough on me. Now when he does it, i realised that he

slammed his length

my place and he slapped by thigh as a warning.

wrists behind my back and pressed me

I don't like is the face of this relationship. We