Chapter 213


    My back hurt from getting mmed into the wall, but it was nothingpared to how painfully


    Christopher’s hands were gripping my shoulders. This side of him was scaring me and causing me to


    have shbacks of the past.


    “What’s going on, Christopher?” I inquired in a small voice, shrinking away from him. “If you’re mad,


    could you please tell me what I did wrong? I’ll change, I promise — Mmph…”


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    Two hands held my face as he suddenly kissed me, every motion seemingly brimming with frustration.


    He bit on my lips harshly and manhandled me without much care. Out of the corner of my eye, I could


    see bruises starting to form on my shoulders where he was grabbing me.


    “Christopher, please don’t…” I begged, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. The next thing I knew, I was


    hoisted into midair, and he’d wrapped my legs around his waist.


    I opened my mouth to speak, but a yelp came out instead upon feeling a sharp, burning pain in my


    lower abdomen. Tears blurred my vision, and my entire body was shaking. Yet, Christopher showed no


    signs of stopping.


    My pain tolerance was usually high due to having gone through lots of physical harm in the past — my


    body had learned to grow numb to pain. However, this was different; this time, I was crying because


    Christopher was the one hurting me.


    He was usually so gentle and tender with me during sex. He would never abruptly enter me like that.


    However, none of that gentleness or tenderness was currently present.


    I turned away from him, refusing to look him in the eye as I silently cried. The dark room was filled with


    only the sounds of Christopher’s feral grunts and the rhythmic thumping of my back against the


    wooden door.


    Suddenly, fingers brushed at my wet cheeks, and I felt his movements stutter. He leaned down to kiss


    my tears away, but his kisses were fierce and provided nofort at all, only serving to draw more


    tears out of me.


    By the time he lowered me down to lie on my stomach on the couch, I’d stopped crying, letting him kiss


    my neck and my back before he resumed thrusting.


    I couldn’t derive any sort of pleasure from this kind of rough sex withoutmunication between us.


    Even if Christopherter reverted back to his normal, gentle behavior, the damage had already been


    done.


    His grip on my hips tightened, and he forcibly turned my head, pressing his lips to mine and slipping his


    tongue into my mouth. I wasn’t sure how to react to this, but I froze up when I saw the expression on


    his face.


    It was one of disappointment and loneliness like I’d never seen before, his eyes dim with sorrow. He


    looked like his heart had just been broken, and he was holding the shattered pieces in his hands with


    no idea how to put them back together.


    I felt my chest squeeze tightly, and I subconsciously reached out to loop my arms around his neck and


    pull him closer. “Don’t be mad, Christopher,” I whispered. I rubbed my cheeks up against his in a


    cating motion, like a kitten rubbing up against an older cat; this was one of his favorite things.


    The brief intimate moment was immediately shattered by the man’s following violence.


    It was only when he picked me up and set me down on the bed that I noticed therge stic bag from


    the adult shop this morning. The realization that he hadn’t been using a condom abruptly dawned upon


    me. This wouldn’t do; I couldn’t afford to get pregnant — not like Crystal.


    Before I could dwell on the thought any longer, Christopher started thrusting into me once more.


    “Wait, stop… You didn’t use protection…” I begged weakly, lying lifelessly on the bed. In the end, the


    only thing that crossed my mind before drifting off into unconsciousness was, He’s really mad at me


    this time.