“I can feel your heart-beat. It’s going wild. Are you nervous, my Goddess?” He whispered in her ear before biting it with his sharp teeth. Wincing, Hera pushed him off and took a step back. She moved her face to the side, avoiding his eyes as his stare made her uncomfortable. His gaze was fixed on her heaving chest, watching the rise and fall of her breasts. Her breathing was heavy. 

In the next moment, she found herself pressed up against the door, and his torso completely attached to hers. Her wrists were locked in his fingers on either side of her head.. She struggled to free herself, but in vain. She was no match for his physical strength. Defeated, Hera glared at him in anger. 

“Leave my hands, Hunter. Let go of me and get out of this room unless you want me to scream rape,” Hera spat in a very harsh venomous tone. The sound of his amused laughter vibrated right through her body and echoed in the quiet bathroom. “It’s cute that you think someone will dare enter this room without my permission,” Hunter said, still trying to suppress his laughter. 

Hera forgot to breathe while he brought his face closer, and the tip of his nose touched hers. “And where did you learn this new word? What do you know about rape?” He asked, and his perfect dark eyebrows furrowed as he frowned in curiosity. She was about to answer, but he shut her up successfully even before she could open her mouth as his lips landed on hers. Meanwhile, his hand tried to grab the towel off her body. 

The action made her panic, and she bit his lip without thinking, hard enough to draw blood. It was a reflex action. He winced and pulled away for a moment to touch his lips. His eyes turned cold in anger conveying the message that he didn’t like the coppery taste in his mouth. 

Capturing her left wrist in his hand, he dragged her out of the bathroom and the next thing she knew, she was unceremoniously dumped on the bed. Hunter was fast and didn’t give her a chance to get out of the bed. Within seconds he was on top of her and imprisoned her with his body. This time she did scream, but as he said, her cry for help went unheard. Who would dare go against him and help her? 

He pulled his body away from her for a few seconds to remove his T-shirt, still trapping her waist successfully between his thighs. 

“What’s wrong with you, Hunter? Have you gone mad or what? Whatever evil your dirty mind is planning, please stop it or else I’ll call your little slut Samantha,” she warned him through her gritted teeth. He grinned in response while he clamped a hand over each of her wrists. “You’ve no idea, Love, how long I’d been waiting for this moment, and Samantha can go to hell,” he said, staring at her lips. 

His naked torso landed on hers, and this time his touch turned even rougher. Hera squirmed in discomfort as his fingers dug into her soft flesh, holding her in place. “Hunter, please stop. Don’t do this. It’s wrong,” she protested helplessly. “No, it’s not,” he stated. 

He looked as if possessed by some negative dark energy, his eyes piercing daggers. His lips and teeth were assaulting her neck mercilessly. He appeared so dangerous, she screamed out of fear. He didn’t even stop to take a look at her frightened self. 

“I don’t like it, Hunter, stop it. I don’t want this. Stop please,” she begged him. “Sorry, Goddess. But I don’t want to stop. I can’t,” he confessed and kissed her to make her shut up. Her damp hair and the towel were making the bedspread wet. 

“I want to see these lovely ripened Apples. How juicy are they? Please let me see them, Goddess,” he said. It wasn’t a request, though. Her eyes widened with fear, and her heart leapt into her throat. Her breathing became unsteady, and all, Hera could hear were the sounds of his heavy breathing and the loud ticking of the clock. 

‘Oh, no! What do I do now?’

His hand moved to remove the towel. Meanwhile, Hera held on to it to save her dignity. 

“If you do this, Hunter, I’ll never forgive you. I’ll hate you forever,” she said in warning. It was an understatement to say that she panicked, but she still attempted to appear fearless nevertheless. 

Inside, she was anything but fearless and her heart wept with only one thought. 

‘So much for loving him.’

That arrogant smirk playing on his lips, filled with evil intentions only added more to her fear. His grip on the towel tightened, and he almost pulled it off when she bit his hand sinking her teeth into his flesh. 

“Help me, Matthew, Lanson, John, Eric, Evie. Help. Somebody, please help me,” Hera screamed for help calling every person whom she thought could stop him. Her cry surprised him, but it didn’t take much time for him to recover from it. He checked his hand and glared at her murderously when he saw it bleeding. She watched in horror as his handsome face turned into an ugly scary one. 

His hand went around the nape of her neck, and his fingers gripped her hair in his fist, pulling it painfully. She cried helplessly. 

“Why are you making a big deal of it, my Love? Isn’t it the reason why we broke up in the first place?” Hunter asked through his clenched teeth, his voice thick with anger. “Hunter, you’re hurting me. Please stop,” she whispered in pain, but her pleading got royally ignored while she struggled to free herself. 

“This is what you wanted all along, right? You wanted my attention and my time. You hated it when I slept with other girls because I belong to you. You wanted to be my top priority. We vowed to each other that I’m yours and you’re mine. ONLY MINE,” he swore, voice emphasizing his last two words. “And anyway, it’s about damn time to taste and eat that little Cherry of yours,” he declared. 

By this time, she’d lost her pride and shamelessly let her tears flow as she had no strength left to fight him. “Why are you so evil, Hunter? You’re a Monster,” she spat, voice dripping with hatred. 

He laughed at her misery. 

“Oh, you haven’t seen the Monster yet, Goddess. Let me show you,” he said while he lifted himself off her and stood on his knees to unbutton his shorts. Hera used the opportunity to find her escape. Using all of her power and strength, she pushed him off her. To her luck, he tumbled out of bed and landed on the floor with a thud. 

Hera immediately jumped to her feet. But before she could leave the bed, Hunter’s hand reached out and caught one of her feet, dragging her back to him. She slapped him in an attempt to free herself, adding more fuel to his fire. 

Groaning, Hunter cursed in rage. 

“You, fucking bitch!” 

Even before Hera could blink, he pulled the towel off with one forceful tug.