WARNING!!!
This chapter contains mature themes, sensual scenes, and depictions of abuse that may be distressing for some readers. Please read with discretion.
"You think this is a fairytale?" Grant's voice cracked through the air, sharp and trembling with anger. The bitter scent of alcohol clung to him, thick and suffocating.
"How could you do this to me!?" he shouted, his hand tightening around the wine glass before it shattered against the floor.
Shiera flinched at the sound. Her breath hitched as she stepped back, eyes wide. Grant looked like a storm barely contained—a man torn between fury and despair.
"I made it clear what this relationship was, didn't I!?" His voice rose, laced with frustration. He advanced, every step heavy with rage.
Shiera kept retreating until her back hit the wall. The air left her lungs. There was nowhere else to go. Shit! She cussed inwardly.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this!" He yelled as he slapped Shiera on the cheek. "It's your fault! You're the reason I'm stuck in this mess!" He ran a hand through his hair, gripping it as if trying to pull the anger out of his head.
Shiera froze. She didn't expect this to happen to her. She touched her cheek where she was slapped. That slapped made her sober.
Why is he so mad at her? What did she do?
The accusation hit her like ice water. Her throat tightened, words refusing to form.
"You did this," he said quietly, his eyes like knives. "Don't expect happiness in this marriage. It died the moment you walked in."
She let Grant rant about her sister. She wanted—needed—to comfort him, but the words stuck in her throat. He looked at her as if she were the most hated person on earth; without knowing the whole story, she couldn't explain herself.
"I'll ruin your life the way you ruined mine!" he spat, shoving her hard enough that she fell on the bed. "You'll be miserable."
Cold chills ran down Shiera's spine. She gulped, staring into his furious eyes. Eyes that looked as if they might kill her with a glance.
Her plan to "entertain" herself evaporated in an instant. If anyone would be entertained here, it would be him by making her miserable.
She regretted staying. She should've taken the chance to fly away when she had it.
Grant caught both her wrists in one hand, his grip firm and unrelenting.
"You want me?" he said, a dangerous smirk curling his lips. "Fine. You can have me."
Shiera froze. That grin sent goosebumps crawling over her skin, it wasn't teasing, it was a warning. A promise of something she wasn't ready for.
She never asked for this.
Grant leaned in, his breath ghosting along her neck. "You even changed your perfume for tonight," he murmured, voice low and taunting.
Shiera bit her lip, a shiver running down her spine as the warmth of his breath tickled her skin.
"Don't... don't do whatever you're thinking," she pleaded, twisting against his hold. But his grip only tightened unyielding and immovable. He was far too strong.
He licked her neck. "That's not how you beg for pleasure." He whispered then crashed his lips to hers. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was fierce and consuming, driven by anger more than affection.
Shiera struggled, pushing against him, but he didn't move. Her protest only seemed to fuel his anger.
The air between them turned sharp, suffocating. His presence pressing down on her until her chest burned with panic. For a heartbeat, she couldn't tell if it was pain or panic that made her tremble.
"Stop," she whispered, voice shaking. But her words vanished into the tension between them.
A sharp sting filled her senses. A soft moan escape from her mouth. She tasted something metallic—bitter and warm.
Grant groaned. His kisses shifted down to her neck.
Shiera squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding in her chest. Heat surged through her veins, her blood boiling as adrenaline took over. She clenched her fists and drew a shaky breath, gathering every ounce of strength she had left.
"Please... stop!" Her voice cracked, raw with fear. Tears welled in her eyes as she shoved Grant away with all her strength.
Grant let out a low snicker as Shiera finally pushed him away.
"I like that..." he said, his tone dark with amusement. "You're strong."
His gaze locked on her—sharp, unrelenting. Shiera sat up, glaring back at him, her chest heaving.
Then, without a word, Grant peeled off his shirt and smirked.
Shiera's breath hitched. Her eyes widened as she instinctively scooted back, her palms trembling against the bed. Beads of cold sweat trickled down her forehead, each one heavier than the last.
He pulled her and put her onto his lap. He kissed her hungrily while Shiera was still fighting back which made Grant arouse.
"Fuck!" Grant ripped her thin shirt, exposing her chest covered by her bra.
Shiera's breath hitched—then instinct took over. She slapped him. Her palm stung, but she didn't care. A red mark bloomed across Grant's cheek where her fingers had struck, a vivid trace of her defiance.
For a moment, the room went still.
Grant froze, his jaw tightening, his eyes burning with disbelief that she'd dared to hit him. He shot her a deadly glare. He threw her to the bed and dropped himself against her, pinning her down as his hand caught both of hers effortlessly . He continued kissing her then shifted to her neck as he slowly. His other hand moved to her bra, unclasping it in one sharp motion that made her flinch.
He watched her, eyes squeezed shut, every breath trembling as she fought to free herself.
He licked his lips, grinning. He leaned on her neck, licking it.
Shiera's breath hitched as her body betrayed her fear. Confusion surged within her—a war between her mind's refusal and her body's frantic response to temptation. "Stop," she moaned.
Grant moaned as he let her hands go. His hand now massaging her other chest while he was sucking the other.
"You mean don't stop?" Grant teased. His other hand roamed to her body until it reached her thighs.
She groaned as she felt his hand rubbing her folds.
Fuck!
She trembled as her body fell weak. As much as he rubbed her folds the more the heat she felt. It felt like she was burning and asking for more. She couldn't hold it anymore.
Her hands ran through his hair as she pulled him up, starving for his kisses.
Grant licked his hand then met her lips. They were both lost in lust. They shared kisses, both of them were thirsty and hungry.
After a long shared kiss, they broke away as they catch their breaths. They stared at each other, their eyes were filled with lust.
"I knew you want it." Grant smirked and then brushed his lips to hers. It wasn't rough this time. It was soft and passionate.
Her hands rubbed his back as a shiver tingled down his spine. While his hand was slowly taking off her pants.
When Shiera noticed her pants were sliding off of her, she helped him take it off then her hands shifted to his pants, unbuttoning them.
His hand roamed to her back, pulling her closer, then shifted to her butt, squeezing it.
Between their kisses, he let out his tongue playing inside her mouth. He savoured the faint trace of alcohol still clinging to her lips
She moaned as his hand reached her folds. He rubbed it gently.
"Grant," she whispered in his ears.
Her calling his name with that soft voice made his inside heat up. He felt the urge of taking her right now.
"Fuck!" He cursed. He thrust himself to hers as she moaned. Her moans filled the room that were driving him insane.
Their moans matched their pleasures as their body collided in rhythm.
He starved for her lips. Her kisses were unlike anything he'd known strange, new, dangerously addictive. And before he realized it, he wanted more.
OCTOBER 14, 2025