Best Friend Obsession

Mike forced her to marry after that incident, and Denise couldn’t stop him because he had threatened her father’s safety, and she was now the wife of a murderer.

“Are you not happy?” Mike inquired as he sat beside her in bed.

“No one would be happy to marry a psycho murderer,” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t give me that attitude, Denise,” he warned.

“I’m just telling the truth, you asked me and I answered you honestly,” she said.

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Denise dried herself off and wrapped a towel around herself after a warm shower. She then exited the bathroom and entered the walk-in closet. The entire closet was crammed with gowns of various colors, lengths, and designs. Matching sets of thongs and lacy bras were also available. Denise chose a lavender nightgown and went to the underwear section, looking for something decent, comfortable, and that at least covered some of her bits. Finally, she chose one that matched her nightgown.

“This is our honeymoon now, why did I feel so excited?” she wondered as she noticed her hand trembling with nervousness.

After all of that, the anticipation of having to wait for a long time was eating her alive. It wasn’t that she was expecting Mike to barge into her room and f*ck her without her permission. It was more about the fact that she was bored. “Why am I thinking this stupid thing? I should plan how to get away from him,” she said quietly.

Mike was the one who always brought food to her room; she wasn’t sure if he cooked it himself or had it prepared by someone else. She didn’t even know if he cleaned the previous house because she remembered it being clean from her escape. He doesn’t seem like the type to do chores in the first place, she thought as she memorized the room.

What she was still afraid of was whether he was going to beat her, f*ck her, or pull something new out of his sleeve.

Mike entered her room shortly after with a plate of food and a glass of water. “Eat it quickly, and then we’ll begin our honeymoon,” he said sternly. Mike wanted to eat her food slowly to postpone her suffering, but she knew from previous experiences that her plan would backfire on her.

After she had finished her food and drank all of the water Mike had brought her, she was told to strip down to her undergarments.

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His sleeves were slowly folded up, and her gaze was drawn to the veins visible on his strong arms. She jumped on her feet to run to the door, but before her feet touched the ground, a large arm wrapped around her stomach and slammed her frail body on the bed, causing her to gasp loudly as all of her breath was knocked out of her system.

As he hovered over her, he didn’t give her a single second to process what was going on. Her hands were pressed against their chests as she attempted to push him away.

“You’re hurting me, Mike,” her voice was trembling as she stared at him, terrified.

“I want more, Denise,” he rasped, “Since you’re already my wife, I can do whatever I want.”

“Please don’t do this!” she almost whispered, wriggling harshly, oblivious to the fact that she was injuring herself in the process.

Mike grumbled slowly as he suffocated all her writhing by placing his body weight on hers, taking care not to crush her under him. Her full breasts squished beneath his chest and

His grunting was caused by her nipples hardening under his hard muscles.

He dipped his face in the crook of her neck and kissed her neck and jawline with feathery kisses.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Please,” she cried out loud helplessly.

“How do you assume me to give up when you’re like this under me?” He almost growled, and she flinched, trying not to cry.

“Just… just close your eyes and move away from me… then I’ll tell you how to stop…” she blurted out in one go, earning him an amused chuckle. When she heard his deep chuckle, his chest vibrated and her heart jolted.

“You were made for me, my princess!” he exclaimed.

“No, Mike, I’m not a thing,” she said while still standing, working hard.

He was irritated by her constant pushing on his chest, so he grabbed her wrists and placed them on either side of her head. “Stop fucking struggling,” he yelled, and Denise flinched, turning her face to the side, her beautiful blue eyes closing and leaking tears. Her cheeks, lips, and the tip of her nose were all flushed. Her hair hid half of her face and her body was trembling slightly Her dark lashes were drenched in tears. He paused, his gaze fixed on her.

He let go of her wrists and gradually turned her face toward him. Her eyes remained closed, and she was crying like a baby. “Open your eyes, my princess?” he softly asked, causing her to slowly flutter her eyes open, which were filled with fear, despair, and helplessness. He was experiencing strange feelings in his heart.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, wiping her tears away, making her chin quiver as she tried to stop crying, which felt impossible.

“B-because of you!” she screamed, her sobs uncontrollable. The blade was struggling to keep his cool when all he wanted to do was f*ck her.

“Why?” he asked softly as he pecked her eyes, causing them to close as she breathed deeply, controlling her sobs.

“Look at what you’re doing!” she hissed, and he realized she didn’t want him to touch her, but that was impossible.

“I like you, my princess. I can’t stay away from you. I’m attracted to you,” he confessed, revealing his current feelings.

“This is what you do to the girl you like? You force her?” she mocked, and he didn’t like it. “What’s wrong with it? I can’t stay away from you! I tried so hard, Denise, we’re married now, can’t you just give me this chance to prove myself to you?” he yelled angrily, making her cry.

“This is not the way to approach a girl you ish!” she exclaimed as he slammed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately.

She exhaled heavily after he broke the kiss. “What is the proper way then? tell me!” he hissed under his breath as his mouth latched on her neck, sucking her skin roughly and making it impossible for her to think properly.

“D-date!” She exhaled deeply as her hands gripped his shoulders tightly to push him away, and when she applied more force to get him off of her, he only moved back to stare at her.

“Don’t push me away, my princess!” he pleaded, deadly serious.

“OK, fine! I’m taking you on a date tomorrow!” he said simply, kissing her neck again, leaving marks.

He f*cking loves to claim her skin, as evidenced by the slight fading marks from their first night.

“I don’t want to go!” she whimpered/as her body began to respond to his meddling, even against her will, her sobs stopped as she tried to wiggle free from his grip.

His hand went south as he cupped her dominantly from there, causing their scream to be lowly. “I’ll go, I’ll go!” she exclaimed as she motioned for him to stop.