Chapter 9: Being careless?

As he tied up her hands to the bedrest, she pleaded, "No Aaron, please, I won't do this again," she said weakly, to which he chuckled and shook his head. "I know you would not do it again, but baby, you deserve a punishment," he said, tearing up her top effortlessly, making her eyes widen with shock and fear.

She unknowingly provoked his devilish side. He leaned down to her level, tracing his finger on her now fully visible cleavage. "Beautiful, just so beautiful," he whispered with a smirk on his lips. Sarah hated the moment and his every touch! Picking up the bowl, he made her have the soup. Each time she denied, he would assault her chest roughly, making her scream.

Finally, the torture came to an end, and she lay there vulnerably. Aaron wiped away her mouth and, gripping her waist, he pulled her closer, tasting her lips roughly and widely. "Now your punishment is over, babygirl. My girl is learning to obey," he whispered near her mouth as she panted hard.

Tapping his fingers on the table as he read his file, he heard a knock on the door of his room. Knowing very well who it could be, he didn't utter a single word. His mother dashed into his room, making his eyes snap to her, and then he shifted his cold gaze back to his file.

His mother took a seat in front of him. "Aaron, we need to talk," she said in a warning tone. He hummed, not paying much attention to her. "Today, she sneaked into her room and bombarded me with questions about who she is to you. This is insane, my son! You need to teach her a lesson," she said in a venomous tone.

Aaron's cold gaze shifted back to his mother. He closed the file and leaned back.

"Stop playing around, what do you think? Am I a fool to you?" He says in his gruffest voice, with warning dripping from his words. That made his mother shiver. She nervously gulped and forced a fake smile. "Come on Aaron, we're in the same boat! We both hate her," she says softly, pretending to be concerned for him and showing her hatred for Sarah.

"Correction, you hate her. I adore her. She is mine to hurt, care for, adore, and touch. Keep your filthy plans away from her. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to bury you six feet under," he said sternly, causing his mother to tense up at his words. She clenched her fists at his possessiveness towards her. What exactly was he up to? Wasn't Sarah here for revenge? Then why was Aaron toying with mercy towards her?

"Aaron, are you forgetting that we lost your unborn child because of her and her sister?!" She yelled loudly, unable to control her anger.

Aaron clenched his fists and stood up on his tiptoes, causing his mother to flinch. "Say a single word against her and I'll shoot you on the spot!" He uttered with pure rage, aiming his gun at his mom, which he always carried with him. Aaron was not someone to be messed with.

Meanwhile, Adah, who had come to share some confidential information, stood frozen at the door. She knew exactly where this was leading.

She nervously gulped, her legs turning weak as she shook off all her negative thoughts. She ran back to her room.

His mother left with no more arguments. She knew her lifespan would be shorter, and it was no use to talk against her to him. "That witch has cast a spell on him!" she mumbled, gritting her teeth. "Mom!" heard Adah whisper.

Her mother pulled her inside her room and locked the door behind them. "Shhh, why are you here, my child? What if he sees you here?" asked Sophie to Adah in a small whisper.

"Mom, I think we are in a mess. We already-"

"Shh!! Not a word! Never say it again. Never," Sophie said, digging her nails into her arms. Adah flinched, eyes filled with disbelief. "But mom!" she insisted again. "No ifs and buts, do as I say!" said Sophie with an evil smirk.

Jiffles later. Sarah was sleeping, clutching her pillow near her chest. The knob twisted in the dark room. A man entered her room, finding her peacefully asleep, hugging her pillow. A small smile appeared on his lips as he gazed at her pouty, swollen, and red lips. He loved tormenting her. His sweet assaults left marks on her body. He softly traced her lower lip. "You taste amazing, babygirl," he mumbled against her lips.

She stirred in her sleep, making him smile even more. He was smiling, showcasing his dimples, which was a very rare sight for anyone. He then gently removed the blanket, only to find her in her bra and panties. He unhooked her bra and took out gel from his pocket to gently massage her breasts, helping the marks heal. This made her groan in her sleep. Due to the effects of the medicine, she couldn't wake up but could feel his soft touches and groaned with pleasure.