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Introduction: Mila Brooks, rich and beautiful, is wed to a Beast of a man who molests her. THE NAKED BEAUTY
Chapter 1Weeping Beauty
Brandon clinched Mila to himself with barbarity. She pursued means to break free from his malice. He steeled his hands on her back, sweeping his unruly lips on hers, and then breathing out pensively. She was his bondservant, his wife, the truth was he looked upon her as his wretched slave instead of an attractive, decent woman.
Brandon, let go off me! she shrieked out through clenched teeth. Tears impotently slid out of her eyes, drenching her smooth-shaven cheeks. Pale as ash and velvety as silk, her skin was healthy, beautiful whats more.
Brandon seized her throat this time and knocked her against the wall. He went on to tilt himself on her. His hands toyed with her spread-out hair, hauling it maliciously. As he worked this out, Mila yowled louder. Her shrieks were to no relief. No one was within reach to set her free from the tyrant of a man she had wed.
Listen to me carefully, you broke bitch, he roared at her, dragging her face near his so she could stare back at him willy-nilly. Take off your clothes at once. I am starved of sex. I need it seriously.
Mila threw out saliva into his face. She had infuriated him with that. Like lightning, his mood swiftly changed. He thrust her away and then tossed a solid blow into her face. The punch had her stagger backwards up till she had hit her head on the frame of their bed and tripped down to the floor. Brandon was not through with herit appeared. He wrenched his right foot, clad in a thigh boot, and battered twice into her abdomen. In agony, she sighed out, her mouth slumping open, for a flash second, everything around her switched black.
In anguish Mila cracked her eyes open. Her vision was at first foggy. Something reverberated inside her head. She feared it would splinter into four. The element underneath her was rocklike and freezing. That surely had to be the floor. Her legs were knotted with an impenetrable material which she fathomed to be a slice of rope.
Brandon. This was the first thought to transpire into her mind. He was the felon to blame for all this.
Brandon? Mila babbled. She drew her face upwards. He was straightened up, monitoring her movements. His hands were enfolded across his chest, his eyes were tightened, well-nigh shut. The instant she begun snaking from him on the floor where she was sprawled, he wandered after her and wound himself downwards to say softly:
I could have forced you on myself if I wished to. I shall not carry that out regardless. I am not a stupid jerk who assaults his wife. You are married to me, Mila. It is your obligation to consign me what I exactly crave. Now, I am going to tutor you a never-to-be-forgotten lesson. Try withholding from me my conjugal rights next time and you will learn what else I am capable of doing.
Mila, are you alright? Claire interrogated inside their mini but delicately graced office. She was thirty-six years old, ten years older than Mila. Her eyes were an intense black, her hair was snowy blond. At Wotton, the two lectures had run across the other and come to be at good terms. To Claire, Mila was the most fortunate girl in Vegas. Her hubby was a well-off guy who oversaw a booming TV house. Everything he granted his wife was overpriced.
With meticulousness, Mila wheeled back towards Claire in the ease of her chair and urged herself to gently smile. Three days had slipped since Brandon mercilessly beat her. Everything hurther eyes, chest, stomach and head. To the swarm out there, she had to falsify everything was okay.
I am fine, Claire. Why must you be bothered about me? Three nights back, I was robbed outside Wells Fargo after drawing out some cash. The bandits assaulted me, not in a sexual waywhich clears up why I am like this. They grabbed from me a couple few bucks.
Claires mouth slumped in terror. Sweetheart, that is what took place to you? You didnt notify me about the incident. Why did you hide something this daunting, Mila?
Its fine, Claire. My health is steadily improving. I didnt wish to burden you with any of my troubles. You are already having enough with your mother in law. You wedded Fred eight months back, yet she strongly insists that you fall pregnant otherwise she will have you kicked out of her sons house. Isnt that plenty hell for you, Claire?
With a dark face, Claire glowered curtly and concurred, You are right.
Milas was a ritzy gray shaded car, one of the most expensive in 2018a Mercedes Benz Alfa. With two imperishable doors, yellow headlights and orange taillights, the car glittered during daylight and twinkled sleekly in the moonlight. In the eyes of many, particularly those at the university, Mila had everything going perfect for her. Deep down her heart, she was aware that her marriage to Brandon was a curse as opposed to a blessing. She dreaded him as though he was Godan unmerciful and unforgiving God moreover. He was capable of causing her any torture and ill-treat.
Claires life on the other hand was the norm. She wasnt fortunate enough to revel in luxuries that her friend dipped in. Her sole trouble was her husbands mother, Kayla. Every morning at the breakfast table, Kayla consistently queried before laying a fork on her food, How is your sex life carrying through, my dear two lovebirds? Claire, I trust you are giving it your best shot to give me a grandchild. Fred, you must not ever let one night lapse away without you caressing our soon to-be mom here.
Claire perpetually smiled. Not that it didnt hurt! The subject made her shaky and worried. What if there was a glitch somewhere in her womb? If she was not able to give birth or would suffer a miscarriage each time she would fall pregnant? Kayla wasnt going to put up with news of that nature. Her warnings on Claires failure to deliver babies were nonstop and alarming.
Those are my worst fears, Mila. Perhaps God has cursed me. It might happen that I wont get to cuddle children of my own in my arms. With tears quietly spilling down her black eyes, Claire narrated her nightmares inside their wee office. I honestly dont know what else to do. I just dont know any place that I can flee to.
Claire, do you know one thing, my sweet friend? We are so alike in our suffering. I have been married for a year now. I am not expectant of any child. Truthfully, you are in a much better position than me. Your marriage has only lived for a couple of months. Yet you are here crying that you want a child?
It is not my desire to have a child this soon. If I dont fall pregnant, there will be no other means of redeeming my marriage. All that Kayla cares about is a goddamn grandchild. She is the one putting these chilling ideas into her sons head that he must send me away if I dont laud him with a child. I frankly regret the day she stepped her foot inside our house.
Have her pack her bags from your home then. You can send her on a two month long break to either Europe or Asia. She will absolutely love that idea.
Fred and I cannot manage that. We are not as loaded as you and Brandon are.
To be basic, that cut straight into Milas heart like a serrated knife. I will help you out. I will be the one paying for that trip. In order for you to enjoy some speck of peace, I shall have Kayla trek tons of places she admires in Europe. For not less than four months this will be. Please accept my offer, Claire.
Claire did not see any need to grin. She pressed herself to clothe one feigned smile on her face anyway. You are truly a darling, Mila. I accept your proposal. The sorry part is that Fred will not take your money.
We shall plot a strategy then. You will say this: You saw a commercial in your favorite magazine and went on to become a participant. Three months afterwards, they sent you a noticecongratulating you that you had won their contest by email. Since you are hard-pressed with work, you cant bear to go any place overseas, hardly for a day or even two. In addition to that, this trip is exclusively for one person. Therefore, you cant take Fred with you. You must stay home with him so you can keep on trying to make that baby that Kayla deeply wants.
Once you relate this tale to your family, they will both presume it to be true. With that concluded, my sweet one, you shall switch the offer to Kayla instead. She will definitely love it, I am positively convinced about it. What do you think?
Claire rolled her eyes for a flash second and then squealed out in ecstasy. Thanks, Mila. I will go for your strategy.
Generally at night, Mila seldom enjoyed any sleep. Brandon would be sprawled down next to her, snoring piercingly while munching his lips. She simply stared at him and weighed up ways to rid herself of his company. He was no longer the blameless and harmless man she had surrendered herself to formerly, he no longer loved her much, neither did he care for her as seriously as he did before.
Kill him. That is your only way out. The voice breathed into Milas ears in a sweetened manner. At one time, she had the conviction it was her guardian angel giving her these mandates. She had to kill that bastard. This was her sole way out.
If I dont kill him, will he end up killing me in his place? Without swerving her head back, Mila ridiculed the alluring voice.
He will go on scourging you like he is at all times fond of doing. There is a knife beneath your bed. He wanted to use it on youas a sex toy that was going to jab into your anus. Not the blade, but the handle. Those games are typically dangerous, Mila, you know that.
She was right. Yes, that angel who regularly spoke through the voice of a woman. I cant kill him. God said I must not commit murder.
There is no God. If He was there, would he mind to see you suffering and weeping like this? God merely exists in the minds of heretics. He is their sole ease when they are being encountered with pain. The most unfortunate thing as concerns them is they all end up dying without Him lending a hand of assistance.
From what I can take in, you speak as though you know Him pretty well than I do myself. Tell me more about him, you wicked liar.
Bastard! You will die friendless and miserable. We shall see you far you can handle your beast and his ways of crucifying you.
It was hard. Mila struggled not to get too emotional whenever she was teaching in class. There was this particular young man albeit. She didnt know his name, she didnt bother to find out even the smallest details touching him. He habitually sat at the hindmost row, where he would ogle and make sheeps eyes at her. In the course of one lecture, she assumed he knew her in person.
His expression was routinely grave but unfazed. His hands were sealed on the table beneath him. The entire span she coached, he did not move or wince an inch. Neither did his eyes blink every time that she gazed back at him. There was this peculiar weird feeling about him which she didnt particularly like.
His emotions were sound and intense. Chase Hughes perfectly understood this. His eyes were leafy green like a dim shining emerald. They were the most vulnerable part of him each time he customarily stared at her. Mila was not just beautiful. She was towering in stature, with canny brown eyes and scarcely any dimples on her left cheek. Her hair was light brown and spread out. Its elegant twists made her look more of an archangel than a commonplace woman. In his eyes, she was the most gorgeous creature alive.
I am Chase Hughes, he familiarized himself to her in a complaisant tone and manner. That afternoon, he was attired in trim black jeans, a dainty jacket with short sleeves and fine sneakers. She grinned back at him courteously and shook his hand whats more.
It is my delectation to happen on you, Mr. Hughes.
To the bevy of mankind, Mila was unbelievably wealthy and brilliant in looks. Hers was a twelve million dollar Las Vegas mansion adjoining a broad, noiseless forest. Her newest automobile was dark silver in shade and overpriced, the apparel she put on was at most stylish and praiseworthy. She looked like a goddess, one whose world was complete and faultless, like they say: Looks are but deceitful.
It split her heart one sun dawn when upon arriving into her office, she found Claire plummeted in a chair facing the table while crying to herself in silence. Same as the documents cluttered everywhere on the floor, her snow white hair was littered in disarray. Something bad must have surely happened. Mila felt so. What could it precisely be in any case?
Claire? In an apprehensive voice, Mila called out. What happened to you? Conflicting thoughts were already starting to flow into her mind. Had Claire found out she was barren? Maybe she had a bitter quarrel with Fred last night? Perhaps Kayla was back from Europe too soon? It could be that someone in her family had passed away?
Claire goggled at her and uttered not a word. Mila was moved farther into angst and anxiety.
Does it have to do with me, Claire? Why wont you open up and tell me what exactly is bothering you? Please say something!
I am pregnant, Mila. Can you picture that?
It couldnt be. Kaylas wish had at last come true. Claire would now triumph in saving marriage, as for Mila herselfshe was falling into fiercer trouble with Brandon each passing day? It was now her turn to weep. She sobbed for two things. First, God had remembered her dear friend and favored her with a child. Two, the devil had made her (Milas) home his #1 play square. She hardly slept at night without Brandon insulting her and dragging her to have sex with him against her will. Why did she have to suffer when others were smiling in bliss? Why?
Gradually, with affection and forethought, Brandon sucked Milas taut nipples. She threw her head back and shut her eyes instantaneously. The enjoyment was vast, high whats more. It felt like she was in heaven already. As his teeth scraped on her breasts in a breathtaking way, the world about her melted and become a paradise. If he was not going to stop doing this anytime soon, she was definitely going to hit an orgasm.
You wouldnt mind if I took an actual bite, would you? Brandon asked good-naturedly with a shrewd smile.
Mila trembled to some extent. Mayhap he was not joking. He could end up munching her breasts in their love-making course of action, who knew? Do what you feel like doing, Brandon, she rumbled out. He drifted his lips towards hers and smooched her overpoweringly. The way his lips crashed on hers was too fierce, irrepressible even. It was as though he had all of a sudden burst with desire and there was nothing to keep rein of him.
Cogently, he pulled her legs apart and gazed down at her. His finger whisked to her mouth and fiddled with her lips for a while. Have I ever fucked your cute mouth using my finger? The words were uttered sweetly, with lethal passion. This minute, Mila was tremendously lusting for her man. She was blazing deep inside to fuck him. Her vagina leisurely got wet.
You have not. I think you must do precisely that.
She was not looking ahead to thishe moved his other hand into her skirt and poked a finger on her panties, right where her sweetened tear was. That had her shudder another time, convulsing from modest pain fused with pleasure. It was weird but wonderful. Sex didnt have to hurt. It did at particular times anyway. The sweetness eclipsed the hurt at the end of the game. This, was a riddle that Mila hadnt figure out yet.
Have I hurt you, sweetie? Brandon asked in alarm. I seem to have taken you by total surprise. Isnt that correct, my love? Further and deeper, his fingers mined into her vagina, scrubbing her clitoris frantically until the sugar roused inside it was fast turning into pain.
Dont finger me too fast. It is starting to hurt, Mila grumbled.
Brandon stopped immediately and looked deeper into her eyes. I didnt mean to hurt you, baby. I want you. Can I come in now?
I am still getting wet. You must give me some bonus time.
What do you want me to do exactly?
Keep on with what you were doing. Just dont be reckless or impatient, I beg you.
Mila shut her eyes again. He was proceeding deeper and deeper. Each time his fingers swept about frenetically, her breath slid farther from her reach. She could not gasp normally. She feared she would give up the ghost in the process. When he pulled back his fingers out, she was eventually able to suck in air without a small bit of an ache.
You are remarkable, Mila, the way you are responding to this. It is like this is something you have been doing for years.
Mila wished she was a virgin when she married Brandon. She wasnt. When twenty years old, a jerk not worth her gorged her virginity tightfistedly and ran away. She remembered the first time he took her to his apartment. Unlike Brandon, he did not exercise patience, neither tolerance. He kissed her lips viciously, pinching her breasts almost painfully, then stripped her naked and before long, he was inside her, bobbing upwards and downwards.
With one hand holing inside her vagina, Brandon splintered his mouth and nipped slightly at her breasts using his teeth. She inhaled deeply, this time to puff out with ease. At least for now: Her breath was sane and usual. It just happened. It could be that his practiced fingers stroked at that appropriate site. There was some where-about located in the depth of her womb which he all of a sudden rapped and there she spun in ecstasy and satisfaction. That precise minute, she noticed clouds breaking apart in the sky to unveil an unblemished, godlike Eden. At this, she babbled undertone, Brandon!
He picked himself up and grazed his lips over hers another time. Yes, Mila, you have enjoyed your first orgasm, havent you?
You are a champion at this. How long have you been rehearsing?
Long than you are thinking possible, my sweet wife.
Can you do it again? I liked it.
He knocked the position again&hellip,&hellip,..and there Eden was, splendid and dazzling like it was made of intense, vivid rays. Everything that Mila glanced over was magnificently divine and so out of this world. Brandon thumped the spot again and another time. She could not put up with it anymore. Even sweetness had its own limit. Once its perimeters were broken, pain was the inevitable result.
Stop, Brandon. I cannot take it anymore. It is enough, she screamed out as piercingly as she could. The pain ceased the instant he drew his fingers out. Quickly, it dissolved, to nevermore reappearit seemed.
Did I bruise you badly?
You didnt, you were starting to do that anyway.
Perhaps I should do it again in an altered way?
Dont. I am fine like this. Just give me a little break, I beg you. For now, let us focus on you.
Me?
Exactly, what do you want me to do?
Without replying anything, Brandon hopped up on their bed and sat down besides her. His eyes anchored on hers, studying every part of her. Good Lord! She was beautiful&hellip,and solely his! Tonight, he was going to fuck the sweetness out of her until she sweated and pleaded for no more sex.
I want you to stroke my dick with your hand until I come. There is a rule to this: Whatever I spill out must be collected inside your womb. Do you hear that?
I get it, Brandon.
Good girl, now off to our business.
Brandon liked it whenever she peeled away his clothing. She was every time steady and gentle. First, she unbuttoned his shirt while flicking her lips guardedly on his. He licked back at her mouth, grasping the nape of her neck with his hand and tugging her towards himself. Calmly, she groaned out, twiddling her massive and fine-shaped hips this way and that other. At long last, his shirt was slumped off to the floor. She then pulled back from him to run an eye over his unclad chest. He looked outright celestial and sexually arousing. Her vagina made peculiar enthusiastic tickles.
To ease the load on her part, Brandon grasped his belt and softly unwrapped it. Mila pulled it off and launched it straight to the floor. In just the ideal time, Brandon was every inch naked like herself. They cuddled for a minute, necking and kissing intensely while Mila laid herself down on the bed as her man tilted himself against her.
Brandon, she howled out helplessly.
What, Mila? He said the words delicately.
What are you doing to me?
Fucking you, dear.
You are turning me into a bitch.
I love making you a bad girl, dont you like everything I do to you, baby?
His erection was unyielding as a rock and unbendable. To bend it would be to break it, stroking it in her palm made Milas vagina tickle in anxiousness. She craved Brandon to lay the damn sweet thing inside her and release his seed as instantaneously as he could. Sex every time made her go insane. She couldnt think straight. Her mind unfailingly went wild, and her emotions too.
Hold it like that, Mila. It is rock hard, isnt it? Brandon smirked at her gaily. She twinkled back at him. He arched down to suck her nipples temporarily. Damn! Her vagina was on fire. It was fast burning to ashes. The fire brigadeBrandons penishad to come promptly and stick their giant hosepipe in to quench out every flame smoking up and down.
Dont you fear that I might break it? She asked teasingly.
He arched down to kiss her lips complaisantly. You are mad, have I ever told you that?
Mad? We are both mad, Brandon. I thought you realized that. If I am insane, you are more nuts than me. What is your response to that?
Sweetheart! Just stroke my dick nowuntil I come.
Your dickyour pride. If it werent for this thing, you would have been as good as me, right?
This is what makes a man complete, Mila: His penis! It is his ego and dignity.
I am aware of that.
Every woman wants this thing at some point in time. Well, not every woman generally. Some women would kill to lay hold of this stuff.
Thats a lie. The only thing that you men would kill to enjoy is what I am having amidst my legs. You would do anything to enjoy it, wouldnt you?
I would, honey pie.
With one hand fondling her clit, Mila clasped Brandons dick and carefully begun squeezing it, not in a painful way, but progressively with care. He closed his eyes straight away and kissed her without skimming the expression she was manifesting on her face. He was pleased with her performance thus far. She was impressive in bed, breathtaking outside bedone good reason he was not going to stand another man nicking her away from him, except the moron was fixed on losing his life.
When he came, Mila was mindful of it. His teeth bared and pressed together as though he was experiencing some nature of pain. He wasnt. His eyes, still shut, pinched the more. He poured out semen and Mila promptly kept apart her legs, opening her vagina widely with the utility of her fingers. It was delectable to have his juice pitch freely but mightily into her. The saying that sex was wonderful was true in this sense.
Yes, Mila! You know perfectly how this ought to be done.
She shoved herself up after him and begun slamming her lips against his. He pushed himself down on her, pinning his hands on her back and clinging to her tautly. This time, he was not going to have mercy. He was going to bulldoze his way inside her and finish the affair they had begun. With speed akin to lightning, his eyes opened and checked her quietly.
Are you ready? I cant hold my urge anymore. This minute, I want to devour you and do nothing else.
Mila sucked in a deep breath. She could never be ready. The only way she could prepare herself was by mentioning, Yes, and meeting surprises along the way. Do what you feel like doing, Brandon.
With wakefulness, he parted her legs further with a sweep of his hand and placed his dick inside her. It was so big it actually hurt. Not much, but minimally. Tears slinked their way out and carried on to drench Milas cheeks. Brandon effaced them with a stealthy stir of his hand. Then he kissed her brow in silence. Dont be afraid. I am not going to hurt you again. I will be wary of whatever thing I will be doing to you.
Why does sex hurt oftentimes, Brandon? Particularly to us, women?
You want to know why it hurts to eat something sweet?
Mila nodded her head without a sound, like she was a ghost.
Love is consistently like that. There is no love without pain. If there was no pain, love wouldnt be strong and solid. As there is agony, love gets fortified and vitalized to the degree where it is not easy to break or wreck. That is why sex sometimes hurts, principally to you women.
First, he was slow-moving. As time lapsed, he swelled his pace and might. Mila hastily shut her eyes and rested her head on the pillow beneath her. She moved her hands behind him and steadfastly clutched his hindquarters. In the meantime, he slid in and then out of her, getting her ready for the actual thing that was soon to commence. She didnt like crying during sex. It was a habit she couldnt find a remedy to. Her tears were stubborn and obstinate. They every time gushed out on their own against her willpower.
After Brandon had picked up that he could pump in faster than he was now doing, he spaced Milas legs further apart and persistently slammed in and then out. She was so thrilled she could only keep her head unmoving where she had laid it. She could feel the cranium of his penis stroking the depths of her vagina and bestirring all range of tastes and sentiments that only sex can excite.
Brandon arched himself again. His breath rippled into her face slickly. Every breath he made, every sweat that plummeted off his skinit breezed across her skin and crashed down on her. As he went on and on, she clutched his buttocks the firmer, vowing to herself she was going to latch on to him with all the might she possessed. Yes, even if it would cost her final breath.
Mila, you are very sweet. The words were like honey spilling into her ears. She could not fight back the influence they had on her. Her heart melted at once.
Brandon, you are killing me with your words, do you know that?
I dont think that killing you is the correct phrase for this. What I have in mind is to win and bewitch you to myself. You are solely mine and you belong to no one else.
I love you, so much that words are not suffice to express the emotions I feel for you.
I love you more than you love me. Tonight, I dont want us to argue. I just want us to make love and do nothing else. Promise me you are not going to leave me tonight, that you wont run away from me so that I will be sleepless and troubled hunting you back into my life. I want you here inside my bed with me, Mila. Dont go anywhere else, I beg you.
I wont leave you, Brandon. I promise. You must also promise that you are not going to lay one on me. Vow this to me, my love.
I take that oath with all my spirit and strength. I am not going to hurt you tonight. I wont forgive myself if I do anything like that.
Mila smiled to herself gleefully. Tonight, things were okay and wonderful. She wasnt certain about tomorrow. Brandons mood changed over and again. This special night, he was her guardian angel. Tomorrow he could be Luciferwicked and bent on wrecking her life without showing her the least of concern and friendliness.
I love you, Mila.
I love you too, Brandon. The two kissed at last, seizing and squeezing each other. Life was sweet, wasnt it?
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