Chapter 21

Chapter 21
|| VALERIA's POV ||

" You hate me, don't you?"

I asked in a whisper, hearing the door getting opened. His smell seemed different today. Instead of fresh cologne, he smelt like a raw and eaten. When I rolled on the bed to face his standing silhouette, my stomach dropped instantly.

Gideon's body was full of blood, stained with different marks. If I didn't know his character, I would have thought that he came back after killing someone without my knowledge.

He replied, walking across the room as if he did nothing,
" Why should I hate you more today? I have hated you already."

I got on my knees, starting at his white stained t-shirt,
" What did you do exactly? I don't understand you anymore,Gideon! You sound like a gangster to me."

He said nothing in return. Turning around, his lips curled up into a smirk before reminding,
" Good wife don't question their husbands, Princepessa! Didn't I tell you that?"

I kept my curiosity to myself. Watching the old man had already triggered me enough. I didn't want any new drama with Gideon. Even though I hated him now, I liked his presence in the room. It was a safe feeling that I always craved from him.

Gideon came over to me in his slow steps, spoke again after towering over me with his height,
" About hating you more...I am a man.. not a coward who will hate his wife because of some fuckers touched her inappropriately."

His words brought a soothing feeling in my heart. I knew that it was an unexpected marriage but probably, we never stopped caring for each others. I mumbled, looking back into his eyes with tears,
" But..I thought..you hate me... Didn't you used to tell me that you will everyone whoever touches me?"

I remembered his strong, possessive voice. When we were dating back then, he used to tell me those words frequently. His gaze went hard before replying,
" I did but I am not the same person now."

I felt broken all of sudden. It would have been great if he told me that he hated me. Forgiving could be more painful sometimes. Lowering my gaze down, I began to speak between my tears,
" I thought..you disgust me.. No one ever believed me, Gideon.. Everyone thought that I was baffling about my stories..I really didn't know.. You aren't lying, are you?"

Maybe he was doing everything to please me. His hands came down to grip my chin, stressing his words out one by one,
" You don't believe me? Should I do something to make you believe that you don't disgust me but I do hate you?"

I felt the sensation by his words. I would have said No another time but his words awakened the devil inside me. Biting the corner of my lips, I replied with difficulties,
" Show me.. then.."

His grey eyes darkened instantly. With a growl, he smashed his lips against mine and pulled me upwards. I was pressed against his chest hard and wailed as he bit down on my lips hard. He muttered between his angry kiss, slapping on my ass,
" Go down to the window glass and turn on your back. You heard me?"

I hummed between our panting. As soon as he let go of my lips, I got down from the bed to obey him. Tonight, I didn't want to think about anything else. I needed to forget about the bitter memories. I needed him. My body needed him. For years, I hated myself for being impure. Only Gideon was the one who could make me feel useful and important. Even my own father never listened to me, called me fake and slut. I still couldn't believe that he insulted me in front of everyone for the sake of his men.

What crazy relationship we have now?

I went next to the window, his men were still there, talking but I didn't see the man anymore. I was suddenly shy to be pressed against the window. Lifting my short top up, I waited for his next move. He came on my back within a few moments, his hand grabbing my hips. I sucked a sharp breath, asked through my ragged breathing,
" What... if..they see us.."

He whispered back, pushing my panties down,
" They can't!! It's visual proofed."

My body turned hot, his hands crawling to get between my thighs. Then he slipped a finger without warning, turning me on as he began to slip it inside me.

" Aaah!"

I cried out at his sudden action, panting as my eyes looked around to search for the guy in the yard. What did Gideon do to him?

I didn't get the time to think deeper. The following moment, I was distracted by his dry thrust, my body vibrating. He pressed my cheeks hard against the tainted glass, going slow from behind. I still asked him breathlessly, parting my legs for him,
" What did you..do..to Martin..Aah...Aah ..mm.."

He sped up his pace suddenly, rolling his hips together. I kept my eyes shut and ears open to hear his answer. He didn't lie to me this time. Grabbing one of my breasts, he squeezed my breast before confessing,
" I fed him to my dogs."

My stomach churned in disgust to imagine the picture. Yet, I chose not to believe his words and replied coldly,
" Tell me...the truth.. what did you do.."

He let out an angry growl, his balls hitting my buttocks, his cock was fattening to release. He hissed his words out, going deeper into my core,
" I cut his balls off...then...gave him to my pet.. animals.. Anything else, Princesspessa?"

I felt the shiver of fear, running through my spine. He sounded so casual as if It meant nothing to him. I knew that he wasn't kidding or trying to scare me off. The proof was on his T-shirt already.

I kept my lips shut in terror. This Gideon was so unknown to me sometimes that I feared for my own life including my mother's. He asked, going hard into my core,
" Anything else, Princesspessa? You seem like you got scared!! Do you still think that you disgust me?"

His voice was no longer questioning. He demanded answers, increasing his tempo. I let out a gasp of cry, failing to answer him. Now, I had no idea what did I feel for him. He could kill me and make me feel better at the same time.

When I didn't give him any answer, he pushed deeper inside me, going deep again and again. I blurted out with a gasp, his hands squeezing my breasts together,
" NO!! I...I don't.."

The following moments, he kept going hard, taking my thoughts and worries away. All the bitter memories were gone from my head, replacing with the feeling of his sweat body only. He fucked me rough until I was about to collapse against the window. Bending down, he held me up in his arms with him, still buried inside me.

He threw me off on the bed and started to penetrate from back again. I kept moaning harder but today, I didn't feel the hatred for him. It was only the feeling of getting comforted by someone that you loved but I knew that he didn't love me.