The Mate He Hates

Amanda’s POV

Obeying his command, I stripped myself and was left naked before him. He glanced over me, then looked away and sipped his drink.

As I stood naked before him, I felt like a worthless rag. Maybe I made the wrong choice; I should have chosen death instead.

“Come closer,” he urged, and I swallowed hard before taking steps closer to him. When I got too close, I saw him settle his gaze on my breasts, and I felt so embarrassed that I had to look away.

“Go lay on the table on your back,” he ordered, and my feet obeyed. I walked towards the large desk, and this time, the table was cleared; there was nothing on it.

I climbed onto the table and lay on my back, waiting for his next action.

Soon, he got up from his seat, walked over to a drawer, took something out of it, and approached me. When he reached the table, he made me sit on the table, and our eyes met, but he ignored me and took out a blindfold.

“What…” I began, but he didn’t respond; instead, he blindfolded me. Everywhere became dark because of the blindfold; I couldn’t even see a thing.

“Lay back,” he ordered, and I obediently complied.

With a pounding heart, I imagined what he wanted to do to me. I was so helpless that I couldn’t even see a thing.

Suddenly, I felt a harsh hand on my waist, and then the hands pulled me to the end of the table. I gulped in pain, and then I felt hands parting my thighs. I wished I could close my thighs, but I knew I couldn’t.

With fear and anticipation, I waited for what was to come next. Suddenly, I felt the tip of his length touching the entrance of my pussy. My breath seized as I realized what was happening.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I heard him grunt as he tried thrusting into me, but I was too tight for his length. He grunted and plunged deeper into me. My whole body shook with fear, and the fact that I couldn’t see a thing added to my fear.

With a hard thrust, he plunged fully into me, and I gasped in discomfort. Despite not seeing his length, I could tell he was up to eight inches.

My entire body was racked with discomfort. He pulled out and plunged in again, causing me to exclaim with pain, but then I felt a hand covering my mouth.

“No sound from you,” he commanded, and thrust in and out. I heard him release another grunt as he plunged in and out, and his thrusts became faster. I felt like shouting or moving away, but my body became so numb as he continued having me aggressively.

Soon, I felt his hand squeezing my breasts aggressively while he continued thrusting faster into me. I felt immense pain, but the pain in my body couldn’t be compared to the pain I felt in my heart. Here was my mate who was supposed to love and cherish me; he was supposed to be the one to give me so much joy and peace, but here he was, fucking me with anger and hate.

Tears fell on my cheeks as I sobbed silently while he continued fucking me. The table creaked like it was going to break due to the force and speed of his thrusts.

My misery came to an end when I felt him pull away, and I no longer felt his presence around me. With panting breaths, I closed my legs; I felt so dirty and used. My privates were so sore that I doubted I could walk properly.

I could hear movement around, but I didn’t know what was happening because of the blindfold on my eyes.

“Stand up and get out,” his commanding voice echoed in the room.

Slowly, I sat on the table, loosened the blindfold, and blinked my eyes for a moment before opening them properly. I noticed him standing before the open window wearing just his long pants, and his back turned to me.

“Leave!” he spoke again, and this time I managed to stand to my feet.

My eyes were teary as I went for my things, picked them up, and dressed. After dressing, I stole one glance at him before leaving the room.

When I got outside, I met a guard waiting for me.

“Let’s go,” he said and led the way.

With shaky legs, I followed him. As we walked to my cell, I could see the eyes of the servants on me; some stared at me with disgust, some with pity, and some with questions in their eyes.

When we reached my cell; I got in and lay on the cold floor. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I was in so much pain, not just the pain in my body, but the one I felt in my heart. My sobs became louder when I thought of my mother. I wished I could see and speak to her; I just wanted to see her and hear her voice again.

I cried for hours until I got exhausted and drifted to sleep.

“Ami…” I heard the familiar voice of my mother, and that forced my eyes open. Opening my eyes, I was shocked to see Mother seated on the floor before me. She had a big bright smile on her face; her black hair was let loose on her shoulders, and her sea-blue eyes, which I got from her, looked lively, the way they were before she fell ill.

“Mother?” I called out excitedly as I sat on the floor.

“Yes, my dear, it’s me.” She smiled and moved closer to me. I hugged her tightly and began sobbing loudly in her arms.

“It’s alright,” she comforted as she gently caressed my back. I cried out my pain in her arms until my mother pulled me away and cupped my cheek with both hands.

She smiled at me and kissed my forehead before wiping the tears off my cheek.

“It’s okay…” she tried comforting me, but I shook my head. “Mother, I’m tired; I just want to die.” I sobbed, but she shook her head. “You can’t die, my dear; I won’t let you.” She caressed my cheek and smiled at me.

“I know you are going through a lot, but I want you to know this won’t be forever, my dear. There is light at the end of the tunnel. All you have to do for me is to be that strong girl that I know you to be. Remember, I told you life is a battlefield, and the strongest warrior wins the race. You are strong, and I’m sure you will win the race.” She comforted me with her soothing voice while tears trickled down my cheeks.

I looked at her and realized she seemed so happy, well, and beautiful, and that piqued my curiosity.

“Mother, you look so well,” I said, and she flashed me a bright smile. “That is because I’m in a better place,” she said, and I raised a brow, confused at her words.

“A better place?”

She nodded and placed another kiss on my forehead. “I promise all this won’t be long; just hold on,” she said, and I nodded.

“Now, close your eyes; I want to show you something.” Instinctively, I find myself obeying. I closed my eyes and waited for her to tell me to open them, but when she didn’t, I was forced to open my eyes. When I did, I realized Mother was no longer in the cell room, and I was still lying on the cold floor. I sat on the floor, and it took me a few seconds to realize that what I just saw was a dream; it wasn’t real. Tears clouded my eyes as the realization hit me that my mother was truly dead, and what I saw was her ghost.