He almost threw the necklace containing blood at the revelation, but he controlled himself.
He forced out a controlled sigh before closing the container and slipping the necklace inside the pocket of his suit kept on the chair.
He looked back again to check up on her and she was still sleeping peacefully. He placed the now empty silver box inside the drawer and shut it close quietly.
He stood up and walked inside the washroom, he rigorously washed his hands while letting out a string of curses. His mind flooding with different thoughts.
He wiped his hands and heaved out a sigh. A small groan from the bedroom made him snap his head towards the source, as he walked out to see Aria stirring in the bed.
He quickly slipped under the covers and made her lay on top of him. She puffed out a breath of relief in comfort in her sleep and placed her hand over his beating chest.
Abigor breathed in her smell to calm himself and ran his hand through her soft arm. The roughness on her palm made him look down as he saw her still bandaged hands.
He picked up her hand and inspected it, the sharp wounds peaking out from her bandage answered his unasked question about the broken mirror on her dressing table.
His thumb grazed her thin wrist as he saw the stitched cut marks around nerves on her wrist. It was obvious that she tried to kill herself in the past.
“It was an accident”
He looked down to see her beautiful brown eyes looking up at him and then looking down at her wrist “I didn’t try to-”
“Don’t lie” he gritted out squeezing her body to his “I know fucking well what these marks mean”
Aria kept quiet, she knew it was no use trying to lie to him. The rough pad of his thumb grazed her stitches surprisingly gently as she looked at his face in admiration.
She was getting attached to him and she didn’t like that.
“Aria”
Abigor said suddenly as she hummed in response, tracing the tribal tattoos on his chest and bicep mindlessly.
“You have a beautiful name” he mumbled as her face flushed at the compliment, but something felt oddly peculiar about the tone he used.
“Yeah?” she replied as he kissed her forehead.
“Who named you?”
“My father” she said as the corner of her lips twitched up for a fraction of second.
“Oh, Aria. .” Abigor whispered running his fingers through her golden hair, always lying, “. . he had a good taste”
“Yeah” she could sense the discomfort in his voice as she slowly gulped the lump in her throat and decided to change the topic.
“Why do you wear so many rings?” she asked as his brows shot up.
“You don’t like them?”
“It’s not that” she answered instantly “They are pretty, I’m just curious”
Abigor chuckled deeply before making her lay completely on top of him, her breasts pressed tightly against his hard chest. She blushed but did not bother to struggle because of his iron grip.
“They help me sometimes” he replied.
“Help you?”
“Yeah” he nodded “When I punch someone, they make sure it’s rough enough to make them bleed”
Aria stared blankly at his face before breaking out in laughter. She softly punched his chest as Abigor laid there calmly, staring at her with a small smile.
“You are crazy” she mumbled.
At this, he pulled her closer to his face, her lips hovering over him. She stopped laughing and stared at his honey eyes which almost looked golden.
So beautiful. So ethereal.
“Like you are the sane one here” he whispered, his warm breath tickled her senses and she found herself placing her lips on top of his.
“Stop it. Stop it” she kept screaming at herself in her mind, but she just couldn’t stop.
Something about him pulled her in, he was like a drug to her. Slowly intoxicating her senses and making her mind numb and unable to function.
But all these conflicting feeling were forgotten the moment he kissed her harder. A guttural groan escaped from the base of his chest as he fisted her hair and smashed her face into his.
His kiss felt desperate and reassuring at the same time. Aria knew something was wrong but she couldn’t process it as his hands slipped down to squeeze her ass harshly.
She moaned into his mouth when he sucked her lower lip “Abi-” she tried to say between the kiss, which only resulted in him biting her lip.
She cried out in slight pain as he started moving her body up and down his raging boner “Are you still sore?” he asked, finally breaking the kiss, leaving her breathing heavily.
“Y-Yes” her voice trembled at the intensity of the kiss they’d shared.
Abigor groaned disapprovingly as he rubbed harder against her. She squeezed her eyes shut and hid her face on the crook of his neck.
“Fuck” he breathed heavily and slapped her ass harshly, earning a breathy moan from her “Wanna go again?”
Her face blasted with the colour red in embarrassment as she slowly nodded. He quickly turned her around and made her lie on the bed again.
“Good girl”
His small phrase made her tremble in need as he pulled down his boxers and slammed his huge length into her small hole without any warning.
She screamed in sudden pain and thrashed around the bed as he started thrusting into her. He grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head while pounding ruthlessly into her.
“Please be gentle” tears escaped her eyes as her body moved up and down from the impact of his deep thrusts.
Soon her cry of pain started turning into a whimper of pleasure. He kept looking at her deep brown teary eyes with a dark look, letting go of his frustrations.
“Shut up and take it”