Chapter 16: I Am Going To Fuck You Like A Good Slut You Are

Chapter 16: I Am Going To Fuck You Like A Good Slut You Are
Chapter 16: I Am Going To Fuck You Like A Good Slut You Are

Sophie

“Nathan, p…please don't don't anything.” I pleaded as I held his hand and tried to push myself up but he only gripped my shoulders again and slammed me onto the mattress.

He brought his knee to my stomach and pressed it until I was unable to get up and all I did was groan in agony. I began to sob at this point because this was the worst he has ever done before he went on to actually ruin me. He didn't care, he just wanted everything his way which is why hopes well crashed when I saw the rage just running past his eyes.

“Darling, why do you provoke me then? Why don't you just open your damn ears and just listen to me. You only did this to yourself, if you don't listen, I have to do something about it.” He said as he wiped the tears away but I flinched away from his touch.

“Why do you do this to me, baby? You know how much I hate it when I make you cry like this” he whispered as he began to lift my shirt up and placed revolting kisses on my neck, on my chest and then my stomach.

I sobbed as I stared up at the ceiling, slowly feeling myself crippling away. This was a constant reminder of what I was worth, his whore, his bitch and his wife. I didn't want this at all and as much as I would protest, kick or fight, he would be deaf to them. He would go on to ruin me, use me until I was unable to give him what he wanted.

“Nathan, please.” I whispered as he went lower and lower.

My heart dropped to my stomach when he reached the waistband of my trousers and finally pulled them down.

“I will come downstairs with you to eat, please let me go.” I closed my eyes again as panic flooded me while I pleaded with him.

All my tears have fallen out and my chest hurts from crying. My throat closed up when he carried on with the abuse and I couldn't do this anymore. As I was pleased with him, he didn't hear a single word I said, so I began to fight. I lifted my leg up and began to kick him off me but before I could get out of his hold, both his hands gripped my leg as he reached my face. Then, he straddles me before his hands curl around my neck, although he didn't apply pressure to it. My shoulder curled up when I watched him in horror, my stomach dropped when rage filled his face once again.

“If you ever disrespect me like that, I will destroy you.” He leaned closer and growled.

“I am going to fuck you and you are going to take it like a good slut. Now shut the fuck up and give yourself to me instead of fighting like a damn child.” 

My body slumped at his words as I watched him undid his pants. He slammed wickedly into me and I felt my heart shattered.


I sat in the bathtub as I scrubbed my body until it hurt. I had to wipe every trace of him on my skin and I was willing to go any length just to do that. In fact, I was ready to go to any extent to leave this place, leave Nathan which shouldn't be the case now because I really shouldn't have listened to my father years ago in the first place. My heart thudded against my chest when my hands stopped their rapid action because I saw blood just spreading everywhere. I stared at my burned skin and shiver as I remembered the day Nathan was introduced to me.

My father manipulated me and I was absolutely foolish to fall for it again. The news of Romano's death really knocked me to the ground to the point where he even began to control every single day of life. Exactly a year after Romano died, I met Nathan and I really thought it was meant to be because he was just so sweet until the day he forced himself on me. That day, I was sprawled onto the bed in disbelief as he walked away after with victory, he raped me and I couldn't believe it. Nathan was so sweet to me, he consoled me whenever I used to cry about Romano and he understood how I felt about his death and even told me that he would wait. With this side of him, I really did begin to fall for him until I lowered his true colors.

My body tensed as I felt myself shiver with the cold air just allowing itself in. I looked down at my body and noticed all these bruises that emerged from all the pressure Nathan would apply when he touched me and I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back on my shoulder as I clenched my jaws and remembered Romano, his smile, his laugh, his touches and his love. I missed it deeply. Just remembering made me break into a silent cry and I shivered as I clutch onto my body and feel myself just lose everything as days go by. Every time I remind myself that I haven't seen Romano since the day I left his lifeless body on the floor, my chest becomes really tight and my heart shattered as realization always settles upon me that I will never speak to him again. I couldn't even create a place for him to be laid in and rest so I could visit his grave every single day to tell him how much I miss him. I couldn't even let go properly and it kills me every time because the last encounter I had with him was at lunch that day. The day I told him that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and he told me that he wanted to kiss me until he felt nothing. It has been three years since and to say that I deeply miss him was an understatement. My life is so incomplete without him, I feel broken.

One thing I will have to accept is that Nathan is my fiance and will always remain that. I remembered the very day my father delivered the news that this monster of a man is my fiance, he told me I was going to be marrying the man of my dreams but when I saw him, I knew instantly that he is a devil himself. I was marrying a rapist and I would have to deal with him for the rest of my life, not my father. I felt as if ever since that day, my life was in control by Nathan. He would always decide on what I would do, in other words he demands for me to do things that pleases him. I am just like his slaves who ought to please her master at any cost.

My father was oblivious to everything, in fact, he was blinded by Nathan's power in the mafia world because I knew deep down that my father was a shit mafia leader and he needed a lot of help. In his eyes, Nathan was everything, a perfect son-in-law, the next leader of the mafia after my father and most of all, a perfect fiance for me which I beg to differ. I continued to clean as my thoughts drifted elsewhere and exactly after ten minutes, I left the bathroom. My heart dropped as I staggered into the room with another presence. I looked up at him and gulped while he gave me a warm smile.

“Good evening, princess. How are you?” He asked as he approached me before he curled his arms around me and embraced me.

Gabriel Cooper, the man who is meant to love me, care for me and go to any extent just to keep me happy and safe was standing in front of me. The man who claims to be my father but doesn't really act like one. The most he would do is take me out of strolls outside the estate which was barely enough for me. He is the most dangerous mafia leader, as he claims but I do not believe a single word he says. He is in the Brooklyn mafia but doesn't really have the power to maintain the mafia he brags about here and then. Brooklyn is a name I always hear on the news or anywhere else because that was his mafia name. To be honest, I hated it and I was sick of hearing it all the time.

“Sweetheart, I thought I spoke before? You are gifted with a beautiful voice, so use it.” He said as he rubbed his hand on my arm while he embraced me. My skin burned under the fabric of my shirt and I flinched against his chest.

I felt my eyes well up against his chest because I lost everything because of this man. I hated to admit it but although he was my father, I hated him so much I couldn't call him my father anymore, he certainly didn't deserve that title.