9 his crazy Domination

Neha was carefully wrapping the frame back.

She wanted to take it with her, because she knew, this is the only thing that's going to make her happy there. Just one look into the frame, thousand of sweet memories would flood into her mind and she will smile again.

"What is it? A weapon to kill me or something?" Armaan laughed as he walked into the room.

"Oh I wish it was"

Armaan looked deep into her eyes and smiled "I can read your mind you know".

Armaan was an owner of a dangerous, dark and evil smile. His smile could make you shiver and take your breathe away at the same time.

Armaan looked back at the wrapped paper.

"Anjali gave it to you?" He asked, opening the wrapped paper again.

"Don't touch it!" Neha screamed inside, but she had no voice.

"Oh fancy" Armaan said, unimpressed.

He looked at each photo carefully. He couldn't digest the pictures because Vivek and Neha were standing together in every photo.

"I will kill this guy" Armaan thought.

One particular picture caught his attention, in which Neha and Vivek were looking at each other smiling. They looked like lovers, so in love.

Anger built up in his eyes.

His grip tightened around the frame.

Neha could sense the tension and was scared that he would break it.

Neha quickly snatched the frame from Armaan and put it away, which startled him.

He knew that she knew he was going to break it.

"Guess you can read my mind too, huh?" He asked

Armaan took a deep breath "Guess what?" He paused before he spoke again "you can take with you. But…" he came closer to her. His eyes darkened. "If you are thinking that you are going to see this guy again. It's going to be the end of him…"

Armaan held her neck and pushed her towards the door and closed it.

He choked her so hard, that she was getting breathless.

Gasping for air, her eyes filled up with tears.

"You're mine." He loosened his grip, and gave her five seconds to breath and gripped tight again "No, you are my slave."

He smile and kissed her while choking her.

He bit her lips hard, harder and left it leaving it red.

She cried in pain but Armaan cupped her mouth and pushed her towards other end of the bedroom.

"Shhh…" Armaan kissed her neck and bit her down the collarbone, his hands still cupping her mouth.

Neha tried to fight Armaan off, but she couldn't, he was strong.

Armaan forcefully removed Neha's kurta.

"I wanted to do it the moment you got out of the bathroom today morning" he whispered into her ear.

"Don't you dare make any noise" he warned her as he removed every bit of clothing off her upper body.

He tightly cupped her breast and squeezed it as hard as he could.

Neha moaned in pain.

"I love when u do that. Do it again for me" Armaan smiled aroused.

He pinched her nipples and watched her face turning into a frown.

She screamed harder this time.

He covered her mouth again "It's sexy when you do that. But, we don't have the freedom to make that sound here" he said.

With one hand covering her mouth, and one hand sliding down towards her thighs, he was enjoying it, her scream, her face when it gets painful and everything.

"Oh my dear! You are already wet" He said with a fake shock on his face.

He turned her around and removed her underwear.

He slapped her butt and squeezed them hard.

He unbuttoned her pants, revealing his hard penis.

He is ready to give it to her.

"It's hard for me to resist you…." He said while he bent her down.

He slowly inserted it inside her butt.

"It's going to pain, but you'll get used to it"

"Don't you dare scream" Armaan warned her, making sure she doesn't make any sound.

He wanted to do it rough, so, he slid it in her all at once.

It was unbearable for Neha and she screamed.

Armaan was jiggered by her scream.

"Don't make noise you bitch" He gave a tight slap on her butt.

She covered her mouth. Her eyes were red due to pain and tears.

He pulled out his penis which had a tint of blood in them.

The blood didn't disgust him but made him feel wanting for more.

He thrust it inside of her again and again and again…

His pace increased and he continuously slapped her butt while he whispered curses to her.

Armaan was about to get over with it.

Neha was dizzy, tired, she couldn't take the pain anymore.

Before he could finish it off, she fell down and she fainted…

"Are you kidding me…" Armaan was disappointed with what happened "That's all you could take?" He said, rather to himself.

Seeing her lying on the floor naked, unconscious, her cheeks wet with tears, his hand marks red on her body, he sighed.

He cleaned and dressed himself before picking her up in his arms and placing her on bed.

He poured some water into the glass from jug beside their bed.

He sprinkled some on her face.

She squinted her tired eyes and slowly opened them.

She saw Armaan standing, hovering over her.

He sat down next to her.

Tears fill up her eyes "Why do you do this to me?" She asked, hurt clear in her voice.

He rolled his eyes "Stop the melodrama. Here drink some water…"

Anger took the best of her, and turned her face the other side.

Armaan held her face and turned it towards him "You do what I say and you won't get hurt. All of this was just to let you know that you are mine, you hear that? Now DRINK" he said, his voice getting louder.

She was stunned. She quietly took the glass and drank it.

"That's like daddy's good girl" Armaan grinned. "Go get yourselves dress before I get any second thoughts. I can't afford you fainting again. So…" he laughed and left the room.

Neha shrunk herself, bringing her knees closer to her chest.

Slowly she walked towards the washroom to get dressed, hide the scars and pain; both inside and out.