His Caged Bird | Dark Romance

Pleadings

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Ivy's POV

I couldn't believe he was denying me something so important. I felt a lump form in my throat as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

I hated crying, but Lorenzo's harsh tone and unyielding expression left me feeling helpless. I tried to push past him, but he was too strong, his grip on my arms like a vice.

"P-Please, L-Lorenzo,' I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "I w-want to learn, to be s-someone more than j-just your w-wife."

His eyes flashed with anger, and he leaned in close, his voice low and menacing. "You're my wife, Ivy. That's all you need to be."

"L-Lorenzo, p-please, I w-want to s-study in s-school," I stammered, trying to reason with him. "I d-don't want to s-study privately."

He looked at me, his eyes cold and unyielding, as he replied, "Let's get you to bed." He completely ignored my plea, scooped me up in his arms, and carried me to the bed.

I wrapped my leg around his torso and my hand around his neck, trying to seem submissive, but my mind raced with defiance. "L-Lorenzo, p-please," I tried again, but his lips crushed mine in a brutal kiss, silencing me.

My eyes welled up as his teeth grazed on my lower lip and then he take my lower in between his teeth and I tasted my own blood. He is a monster. My breaths got heavy as I pushed his chest he leave my mouth and I sucked some breath hurriedly.

His mouth went towards my neck leaving some open mouth wet kisses and I panicked I dont want to do it again. It pain soo much.

"L-Lorenzo l-leave --" As I was about to say something more he sucked harshly making me whimper in pain.

As he licked the spot, a shiver coursed through my body, and I couldn't help but meet his gaze. His lust-filled hazel eyes bore into mine, which were brimming with tears. I cowered away, trying to escape the intensity of his stare.

He rose from my body, his movements deliberate and menacing, and flipped off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. The sudden blackness was suffocating, and I felt trapped, at his mercy.

The bed creaked as the space beside me in the bed sinked as he settled in beside me, and before I could scramble away, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.

I struggled against his grip, but he only tightened his hold, trapping me beneath the covers. A sob burst from my lips as I felt his warm breath on my hair, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. I was trapped, pinned beneath his powerful frame, and utterly at his mercy.

"P-please," I stammered, but his chest vibrated with a low, menacing chuckle, shattering any hope I had. "Sleep, baby," he whispered, his voice dripping with condescension, as he stroked my hair and back.

I tried to wriggle free, but his grip only tightened, suffocating me. "Don't cry," he cooed, but his words had the opposite effect, and tears streamed down my face.

Then, his voice turned stern, "Do you want to celebrate our second night of marriage?" he asked, his tone dripping with malice. I remained silent, frozen in fear, as his ragged breathing and slow sighs filled the air.

My sobs slowly subsided but the tears were falling in the pillow and slowly it  replaced by exhaustion, and my heavy eyes succumbed to the darkness, escaping into the numbness of sleep, fleeing from the nightmare that was my reality.

Morning light crept through the windows, casting a pale glow over the room. I slowly opened my eyes, my mind foggy and my body aching. I was still trapped in his embrace, his arm wrapped tightly around me. I tried to move, but his grip only tightened, holding me in place.