YASMIN'S POV-

After I had given him the go ahead to do as he pleases, he never spared me not once, the gentleness was gone, the caresses rough, and anytime I passed out and regained consciousness he was still behind, thrusting rapidly.

I hate my self for enjoying this, it felt so good, too good, the amount of times he made me squint was too much, I couldn't count yet he kept testing my limits.

If I die tonight because of him...

"Ahh H-harder" I moaned, watching him swiftly going in and out, thrusting deeper and hitting the right spots till I reached my full climax.

After that I didn't know what was going on anymore, my eyes were drowsy, my mouth opening to gasp for air, the moment I shut my eyes once more I felt his fingers on my throat, his grip tight as though he wanted to strangle me, he lips met mine but I had no strength to dance with his tongue, he preyed my lips open for a deeper kiss yet he bit my lower lip roughly before withdrawing from it.

I wanted to speak but the words were stuck to my throat, i couldn't left a finger or shake my leg.

In the end I drafted off to sleep.

My eyes flustered open upon hearing a familiar voice, I turned my body on the bed, in doing so I felt a sharp pain.

All over my body ached even my lips, not to mention how hard it was for me to lift my own body, it felt like a lot of weigh was mounted on me.

I mustered the strength to sit up, reaching out for my glasses on the nightstand I noticed my balcony door open, through the transparent curtains I saw Owen on a phone call, I wore my glasses to have a better view, he looked like he was in a good mood, my question is; How is he not tired?

Leaving the bed I went into the bathroom, standing before the mirror my jaw dropped, I couldn't recognize myself at all.

Crashes, bruises, hickeys.

Are this love bites or vampire bites?

Clack*

I didn't bother to look at the monster who just walked in.

Fear engulfed me when he embraced me tightly with his arms from behind without notice and planted kisses on my neck.

"What time is it" I asked quietly, tilting my head.

"Four PM" He murmured into my ear.

I mutter say his voice was soothing, not so deep or intimidating, just peaceful and melodious to the ears.

"Why are you suddenly hugging me?" I mumbled

"Why do you have a lot of scars on your body?" He whispered in between his smooches.

I eyes widened, I shook my head and gently untucked his arms that wrapped me in an embrace.

Turning to him I questioned " why do you have a lot more scars on you own body?"

"Carelessness," He said.

"Recklessness," I answered to which he chuckled.

I cracked a smile, walking to the bathtub I turned on the faucet.

What I needed right now was to chill out in warm water.

I had a slight headache.

"Your scars are many, an average lady would had a significant amount of scars" Owen countered.

After the tub was filled I stepped into it, gradually lowering my body into the warm water.

"You and I have scars, I don't want to talk about mine neither do I want to know how you got yours," I flashed him a smile to which he smirked.

Scratch that, I was curious

He's body was bare of tattoos but full scars that designed his body quite well.

Why do I think he looked sexy with scars...

While I lowered my gaze he started walking off, lethargically.

"I want to know how you got the one on your chest" I mumbled just before he could open the door.

As he turned around, my gaze fell on the left side of his chest, right now his dress shirt was unbuttoned, he looked like a model right now, his hair was tied up loosely yet messy.

"Are you inviting me over?"

His words snapped me out of my daze.

Such a dazzling man.

"How did you get that scar?" I quizzed again, looking at my feet beneath the water.

"an assassin was hired to dig out my heart," He responded, approaching me.

"I didn't invite you in" I said, my eyes turned cold as he entered the bathtub after taking off his clothes.

The tub was big enough to contain four persons though, maybe he hadn't freshened up before, my shoulder slumped as I pouted.

"Sharing is caring" He spoke nonchalantly only to smirk afterwards.

"The one on your neck-"

"Accident" I interjected.

Just an accident that doesn't need to be remembered

My line of sight blurred as a memory flashed through my mind, my jaw clenched, my nose scrunched up in detest.

"An Accident?" He questioned, staring at me.

"I don't want to talk about it" I shook my head and a second later he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, my head crashed on his chest at this move.

"I got most of those scars from an abusive relationship that's all" I briefed as I pulled away to stare at him.

His silence made me feel alert that he may have seem through my lie.

Just in time his phone rang and he left the bathtub to attend to it.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as soon of I heard a soft thud.

Thereafter I held my breathe and lowered my head Into the water.

I remembered having a lot more scars in my childhood, most of which are now fading or totally gone.

Everyday they remind me of what I was and have become

i don't hate them but the embarrassment and shame I feel when I recall how I got them...

I peeked my head out, gasping for air.

What's the point of thinking about the past, anyways...

The events that happened last night finally flooded my mind