What belongs to him

I watched as they danced, their faces so close that it bothered me. It made me angry and frustrated. Trying to distract myself, I turned away and focused on eating, almost choking in my haste.

They were getting on my nerves, but there was nothing I could do. He could flirt with any woman he wanted, and I had no say in it. I didn't even have the courage to speak up about things I didn't like because I felt insignificant, like a mere toy.

In that moment, I found myself wishing he would just disappear and go to hell. Frustrated, I grabbed the glass of wine and downed its contents, my gaze shifting back to them.

Suddenly, a guy approached me with a smile on his face. "Hi, gorgeous," he greeted.

"Oh, hi," I replied, returning the smile.

The guy was attractive, though not as much as Adrian. Adrian was undoubtedly the most handsome man in the room, and I could see how every woman was captivated by him. If only they knew who he really was, they wouldn't even dream of getting close to him.

"It seems like you're enthralled by that dancing couple over there," the guy observed.

"Oh? I'm sorry," I apologized, realizing I had been completely absorbed in watching them even when someone was trying to talk to me.

"No need to apologize. The couple is beautiful, and they're the center of attention, so I understand why you were staring," he reassured me.

"You're are beautiful, I wondered why you're not dancing, can't you dance? Or you just want to stay and enjoy the night," he asked curiously.

"I would have love to dance, but I prefer staying here, I don't just want to feel exhausted," I said.

"A beautiful lady like you shouldn't be afraid of getting exhausted when the night is full of fun. So, may I have this dance?" he asked, extending his hand with a smile.

I could have easily declined the offer, but being rude wasn't my style, especially when someone was asking politely. I looked at his hand for a moment, worried that I might embarrass him. It had been a long time since I had stepped foot on a dance floor, and I couldn't remember if I could still dance or not.

Well, never mind. I'll do my best not to embarrass him.

I placed my hand in his, and he led me to the dance floor.

Dancing with someone had never made me this happy before. I found myself smiling like a fool as we swayed to the music. Everything else ceased to exist as my heart filled with joy. It felt as if the music was made just for us. The gentle breeze blowing through the air added to the enchantment, tousling my hair and brushing against my face. It was a soothing experience, making me feel like a kid who had just received a new toy.

As they danced, Adrian's gaze shifted toward the table where she was sitting, but she wasn't there.

Where did she go? he wondered, scanning the room until he found her. But what was this?

She was dancing with another man?

Anger surged through him, ready to explode with rage. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he glared furiously at the guy she was dancing with.

How dare he touch what belongs to him! If it weren't for the ongoing party and the desire to avoid causing a scene, he would have torn the guy apart.

His anger reached its peak when he saw the man kiss her hand.

He was going to kill him. Leaving the girl he had been dancing with, he stalked towards Anna, his fury palpable.

Caught off guard by the hand-kissing, my face flushed red as I looked up at him, attempting to smile genuinely.

"You look beautiful, Anna," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Thank you, Liam," I replied, blushing profusely as he spun me around.

But suddenly, my body froze, and my limbs refused to move. I stood there, rigid, as my face turned pale.

It was him. He was coming towards me.

In an instant, he was in front of me, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from Liam, who stood there, surprised and confused by the unfolding situation.

His grip on my hand was painful as he led me out of the ballroom.

"Let me go," I mumbled, but he remained silent, guiding me to where he had parked his car.

Are we going home? I thought, my eyes widening in realization.

He was going to punish me.

He forcefully dragged me into the car, got in himself, and sped off.

******

He swung open the door to our suite, dragging me inside and slamming the door shut.

He grabbed my shoulders, pushing me against the wall as he forcefully kissed me. It was a rough, demanding kiss that aroused anger more than anything else. My chest tightened, and I struggled to catch my breath, feeling suffocated by the intensity of it.

He released me, and before I could regain my composure, his hand moved to the top of my beautiful dress,tearing it apart, exposing my underwear. He lifted me off the ground, my legs dangling in the air, and placed me roughly on the bed.

Fear and confusion consumed me as I watched his hands move towards my panties, tearing them apart as well.

"What are you doing?" I stammered, shocked by his actions.

"Fucking you, in case you don't know," he replied coldly, his gaze turning dark as his lips found their way to my neck.

I was still feeling the extreme pain from two days ago and he wants to add more pain.

What does he think I am, a machine?

No, I was going to stop him, I can't just let him do this, I'm a human with feelings too.

And before I could finish my thoughts, he plunged into me.

And I let out a loud melancholic scream as the acute pain hurtled through me.