Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

I crawl out of bed and manage to find my way to the bathroom in the dark. Flipping on the light, I walk past the his-and-her sinks to use the restroom, but I come to an abrupt stop when I see my reflection.

My stomach falls when I see my face. Haidyn bathed me last night after he used my body, but I never got a chance to look at myself. At the time, it didn’t matter. I could barely talk, let alone walk on my own.

Stepping up to the countertop, I place my hands on the cold marble, and my eyes widen. Sucking in a deep breath, I shout, “HAIDYN!”

To my surprise, he comes running into the bathroom as if it’s on fire. “What?” he demands. “What’s wrong?” The panic in his voice would be cute if I didn’t want to stab him.

I turn to face him, my wide eyes looking over his smooth and hard chest. He’s covered in sweat, which tells me he was working out. His sweatpants sit low on his hips, and his abs flex as he breathes heavily.

“What is it, Charlotte?” He steps forward, and I take a step back. He frowns but comes to a stop.

“My face.” I point at it as if he can’t see it.

His eyes look it over before they meet mine once again. He says nothing, but he can’t hide the smirk that pulls at the corner of his lips.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

My hands fist. “How could you…?”

“How was I supposed to know that shit wouldn’t wash off?” he asks.

I look back at myself, and my shaking hands come to my cheeks. T and Y are written on my cheeks in my red lipstick. “It’s a stain. The best on the market,” I tell him, dropping my head and running my hand through my hair. I had planned on going out and drinking all night. I hate it when my lipstick smears on my glass. So I thought I’d try this.

“Hey.” He comes up behind me and turns me to face him. I try to push him away, but he grabs my wrists and pins them behind my back with one hand while the other grips my chin and forces me to look up at him. “I tried to wash it off last night, but you said I was hurting your face.”

I snort. “Since when do you care about hurting me?”

He frowns as if I hurt his feelings. I try to step away, but he just tightens his grip on me. “Tell me you didn’t enjoy last night.”

I say nothing. My jaw is so sore, and I’m dying of thirst, but he’s right. I enjoyed kneeling at his feet waiting to be used. That scares me. He could do anything, and I’d get off on it. My body was trained to be a whore. We all are in our world. Sex is used to control us. Manipulate us. We’re all made to need it and will do anything to make it happen.

“Use your words, doll face,” he orders.

My nostrils flare, and my teeth grind. “I enjoyed it,” I say, hoping he doesn’t see how much of that was true and more as sarcasm.

The smile he gives me makes me think the latter. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying being played with.”

I roll my eyes, and he lets go of my arms, pushing my ass into the countertop behind me. Letting go of my chin, he pushes both hands gently through my hair and pulls my head back to force my chin up and eyes to meet his. “I like it.” His voice drops, sounding rougher, and my breath hitches. “The idea of you on your knees, mouth wide open, and covered in your own drool, just begging me to play with you.”

“It was a punishment,” I say, reminding him of what he said.

He smirks, and I slap his chest. “What did you do to Enrique?”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters,” I snap, pushing him out of my way. “You can’t hurt innocent people.”

“I told you not to go.”

I spin around and suck in a deep breath. “So it’s my fault?”

“Of course it’s your fault.”

I gasp at his answer.

He steps into me, tangling his hands in my hair and pulling my head back to force me to look up at him. “Only I see you naked and only I touch you. If any other man does, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing he does.” With that, he lets go of me and exits the bathroom, slamming his bedroom door shut.