The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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The truth hit me like a freight train—my own husband had been drugging me. That explained everything: the strange sensations, the uncontrollable heat, the way my body betrayed me.
I had given him my trust, my loyalty. Even after five years of a sexless marriage, I had stayed faithful. A virgin still.
And this was how he repaid me?
The pain in my chest was suffocating, but my body only burned hotter, every nerve ending alive with desperate need. My thighs trembled, slick with arousal, and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing them together—a helpless moan escaping my lips.
It was torture. Like being dangled on the edge of ecstasy, only to be dragged back down again and again.
Even the icy shower did nothing to quell the fire inside me. My skin was feverish, my core aching, my fingers trembling as they brushed between my legs. The slightest touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I hated how good it felt.
Then—the door creaked open.
That disgusting old man stood there again, his beady eyes raking over my naked body. His yellowed teeth glinted as he grinned, licking his lips like I was a meal.
I clutched my chest, but another wave of the drug surged through me, weakening my limbs, making my voice come out in a sinful whimper.
And of course, it only turned him on more.
He shoved down his underwear, grabbing me before I could react.
"Get off!" I shoved at him, but my arms were useless—weak, trembling. He caught my wrists easily, yanking me against him. One arm locked around my waist while the other groped me roughly, his calloused fingers only fueling the fire inside me.
I was already soaked, my body betraying me completely.
I couldn't fight it. My legs shook so badly I could barely stand.
His fingers slid lower, and I tried to block him—futile. He found that sensitive spot, pinching just enough to wring another moan from my throat.
I could feel him—hard and repulsive—pressing against me.
I knew what was coming.
Desperate, I caught sight of Ethan's shadow through the frosted glass.
"Ethan, help me—!"
No answer.
Just the dull thud of his head knocking against the door.
"Vivian, stop fighting," the old man rasped. "Ethan's got his reasons. Let's just get this over with."
With a brutal twist, he spun me around, forcing me to face him. One hand gripped my waist, the other hitching my leg up.
That vile heat pressed against me—
And then he pushed inside.
The moment he breached me, my body melted, all resistance gone.
I had given him my trust, my loyalty. Even after five years of a sexless marriage, I had stayed faithful. A virgin still.
And this was how he repaid me?
The pain in my chest was suffocating, but my body only burned hotter, every nerve ending alive with desperate need. My thighs trembled, slick with arousal, and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing them together—a helpless moan escaping my lips.
It was torture. Like being dangled on the edge of ecstasy, only to be dragged back down again and again.
Even the icy shower did nothing to quell the fire inside me. My skin was feverish, my core aching, my fingers trembling as they brushed between my legs. The slightest touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I hated how good it felt.
Then—the door creaked open.
That disgusting old man stood there again, his beady eyes raking over my naked body. His yellowed teeth glinted as he grinned, licking his lips like I was a meal.
I clutched my chest, but another wave of the drug surged through me, weakening my limbs, making my voice come out in a sinful whimper.
And of course, it only turned him on more.
He shoved down his underwear, grabbing me before I could react.
"Get off!" I shoved at him, but my arms were useless—weak, trembling. He caught my wrists easily, yanking me against him. One arm locked around my waist while the other groped me roughly, his calloused fingers only fueling the fire inside me.
I was already soaked, my body betraying me completely.
I couldn't fight it. My legs shook so badly I could barely stand.
His fingers slid lower, and I tried to block him—futile. He found that sensitive spot, pinching just enough to wring another moan from my throat.
I could feel him—hard and repulsive—pressing against me.
I knew what was coming.
Desperate, I caught sight of Ethan's shadow through the frosted glass.
"Ethan, help me—!"
No answer.
Just the dull thud of his head knocking against the door.
"Vivian, stop fighting," the old man rasped. "Ethan's got his reasons. Let's just get this over with."
With a brutal twist, he spun me around, forcing me to face him. One hand gripped my waist, the other hitching my leg up.
That vile heat pressed against me—
And then he pushed inside.
The moment he breached me, my body melted, all resistance gone.
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