The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 111. Barak… please.

Chapter 111: 111. Barak... please.

"Did he make love to you?" The words from his lips trembled slightly as he spoke and it replayed again and again in her head. If she failed to give him a reply again this time around, then would he continue being rough and harsh with her? Will he keep hurting her using this method?!

"No." She said the word as softly as she could, staring into his eyes she said more firmly, hoping this would let him set her free, "I swear, I did no such things of which you punish me for."

Her hand pressed upon his arm, hoping he could see how sincere she was trying to be, and for a moment, she felt the hardness of his face soften a little, the tension in his features also lessened. He believed her, Neriah cried in her heart. Her eyes closed and she was already thanking the goddess silently when she heard him say...

"Liar." Before her lashes could fly open, she felt her body being dragged toward the bed.

"No! No! Let me go, you bastard!!! Leave me alone! You cannot force me!! Leave me be you bastard!!!" She cried as he pulled her arm and tossed her upon the bed causing her skirt and underskirt to fly up above her knee, leaving half of her thighs bare. She tried to quickly rise to her feet but he was already before her.

She was terrified, deeply. If he handled her the way he was doing just now, she feared she would break. She feared she would die at his hands. The pressure he put into kissing her, into sucking and biting her breast, the force... if he used that same force, that same pressure to make love to her at that moment, with his anger seething beyond control, she feared he would split her core. She feared for her life.

"You cannot treat me like this! I am your wife, not an animal!! Not your slave! Let me go!!" She cried and wriggled, but his hand caught one of hers and she managed to pull it out. Again she tried to run away from the mad man before her but he grabbed her legs and pulled them into the center of his opened legs.

Seeing where her leg had been positioned she tried to hit him in the crotch with her knee, but he caught her with his hand and fixed her much more firmly, holding both her legs down with both of his knees.

"No! Let me go!! Ahhhh! Somebody help me!!! Let me go, you filthy beast!" She screamed and screamed hoping that someone would burst into the room and rescue her from the madman, but no one came. And while she was busy screaming her lungs out, her attire was coming off her body, piece by piece.

Soon, other than her socks and a single shoe on her left leg, she was completely naked before him.

Tears stung her eyes as the cold breeze kissed her nakedness. With her legs locked and her hands held above her head, she was completely vulnerable.

He lowered himself to her and staring deep into her eyes he said, "Indeed, you are my wife! Mine!" And she could tell there was no way out of this one. He was a monster. She had begged, she had cried, she had fought, but he was a beast.

"MINE!" He yelled into her face and she trembled but kept her eyes on his. He was going to force himself on her and she was powerless against him.

"I hate you." She said and it seemed her words only angered him more as his hand quickly began to undo the rope that held his pants in place at his waist.

She turned her head away from him and just stared blankly at the balcony "Please." She said again, the tears flowing down her face, "Please... Barak." She had no idea when his name slipped onto her tongue and burst out of her mouth. But he paused, "Please, I am pleading. Do not do this."

At that point a bright white light shined in a flash and quenched almost as soon as it shined. What followed the light was a loud roar from the skies that enveloped the room. And then she could hear and see it through the open door of the balcony... The rain had come.

She turned her head from the fluttering curtains and the falling rain. Her eyes met his and for the first time that night, she saw a glimpse of the man she had come to know as her husband. The vexation in his eyes seemed to have quelled with the coming of the rain.

"Believe me... I did no such thing with another."

"No one but you, Barak." She called his name for the second time.

"So do not do this... This is not who you are."

"Your wife is begging you, earnestly... Please stop, you are hurting me."

And heavens help him, he wanted to hurt her... But the gods bear him witness, he didn’t really want to. All he wanted was to be the only one to hold his dear wife..

...

’Barak’ the echo of his name from between her swollen and torn lips haunted his ears and heart as he stood in the center of the Amethyst river. The cold rain washed over him, he was hoping that it could wash away his sins against her.

"Bastard." He called himself as the sky roared yet again and the wind shook the leaves on trees that surrounded him.

He wondered what sort of foolish destructive anger had come over him to provoke him into doing what he did to her, what he was about to do to her... What he would have probably done to her had she not called out his name for the very first time in the most soft and tender manner he had ever heard her speak.

’Barak’ she had never called him by his name before, nor had he wanted to hear her say it for the first time under such circumstances. "Bastard." again he called himself. If she really had not called out his name, he would have done her wrong and he would have hated himself more than he did at the mornent. He would have regretted it for a lifetime.

"Why did you do that, you bastard, why?" He had lost all control, lost all sense of right and wrong, because even in his anger, he craved for her, wanted her, desired to have himself deeply immersed in her. Even though he was certain that she had been with someone else because he could smell the scent of another on her skin and he had seen her swollen lips. Evidence that she had been kissed by someone else, he wanted her still, and it vexed him deeply and he hated her.

So he wanted to punish her, wanted her to feel his wrath, at the same time he wanted her to feel his undeniable desire for her. As much as he wanted to take her and make love to her with fierce possession, he wanted to hurt her and make her cry. He wanted to make her regret going into the arms of another but he had gone too far.

He almost raped his own wife like a beast! For that moment, he had become what she always said he was, a savage, a barbarian, an animal... And he hated himself for that, but he hated even her for causing him to turn into such a monster.

’Your wife is begging you!’ Were the words she had said. "Little witch," he muttered into the rain.

She only agreed to being his wife when she was in trouble, when she wanted to ask something from him.

His wife, indeed, that she was. She was his, her body alone was his, but what was he supposed to do about her heart that yearned for another?

But even now, her body was not his alone. She had given it to someone else... She was kissed, that much he could tell... kissed deep and long. Did she go all the way with the person? He was going crazy thinking of it.

He was going insane and the rain washing over his brain was not even helping at all.

Did she really sleep with another man? He knew he was her first, he was certain of that, but what would he do if she had been in the arms of another man? It was driving him insane to the more he thought about it.

The crackling of lightning and the roar of thunder did not help block his thoughts. He thought standing out in the rain would help him organize his thoughts but it was of no use.

"What do I have to do?" He muttered as he stepped out of he lake and climbed onto the steps of the patio. He sat there with his hands on his knees.

"I can take your hate but, I cannot bare the thought of you in the arms of another."