Sophia

After that amazing dance Don got engage in some conversations with Enzo. Ricardo and Caprice were still dancing.

I needed a break from all this extravagance hence here I am in the restroom. But I guess that break is not what I am getting as I heard someone's condescending voice "Sophia, is it?" I looked from the mirror and there she was, Candy. "I feel sorry for you." she said with pity as she came closer to me as she started touching up her makeup. I didn't know what comment she was making but I didn't respond to avoid unnecessary tug. "They keep gold diggers like you in their home and say I am the whore. At least I earn my own money do not live off others. Well I must say you used your this innocent act- beauty trapped in the world of beast quite too well. But that's what avaricious people like you do to fulfill their greed." She said with smirk but like I said I didn't want a tug so I kept quiet. "What happened Marc didn't cut out for you? You needed more?" Okay now I was trying my best to avoid it but she really touched a nerve now. "Why is he not cutting out for you that's why you want to lick you way back to Don". I said with my condescending smile. I know she came with him because I saw her dancing with him. "You whore " she said raising her hand I caught her before her hand reached my face. "Its Donna for you. Don't let Don make you realize that" I said dropping her hand with a jerk. "I don't waste my time with his puppets anyway" she said and left with a huff implying that I am Don's puppet.

I just left the ladies room when someone grabbed me and pushed me towards the wall. "Marc, what the hell are you doing?" I said pushing him . "You bitch, how did you manipulate Don into marrying you, huh? I never knew you are such a whore, I mean I am so proud of you dove." He said burying himself in my neck I was trying to push him off "Marc stop touching me and leave". "Hey you don't forget you are my whore" he said as he gropped me. "Let go of me and pray I don't tell this to Don" I said struggling but if someone else will see it will look like a lovers make out session. I hated Marc's touch I tried kneed in him the balls but he stopped by grabbing my thighs just at the right moment. "You seemed to have forget who I am little dove" he said menacingly. "Marc, let go of me" I was disgusted and scared. Tears started filing my eyes. I may not be saying it but my eyes were begging him. He looked at me with his twisted smirk and malice his eyes. "I would love to remind you" he said as he tried to kiss me and just before he kissed me his body was off me and on the floor and I can see a very angry Don.

I gulped in horror and Don was punching Marc so badly. I was happy too in a way I wanted Don to kill him that's how much I hated him. Ricardo and Enzo came and pulled Don saying Marc will die. He jerked Ricardo. "You are lucky that you are alive because my brother came, touch her again and even God won't be saving you from me" he spitted on Marc and held my hand and dragged out of the party. "Enzo call Zack, will'ya I guess his ribs are broken". I heard Ricardo while Don was dragging me out of the hall.

We reached the car and soon we left the venue.

He didn't say anything during the ride I can see his anger rising. His jaw was clenching and he knuckles were white gripping the steering too tight. He didn't even say anything as we reached home he just climbed to our room. I followed him his raising temper was scaring me. He grabbed the bottle of bourbon and started drinking . I was standing at the door. "D-Don" I said trying to reach him as he turned and threw the bottle right at me. It broke just before me on the floor my hand reached my face to save myself. I winced as few glasses dig in my foot where the bottle landed. I looked at Don with wide eyes. He literally threw the bottle at my face. I looked at him with fear in my eyes. He lunged towards me as he held my hair in his fist dragging me inside the room as he threw me down. I fell on the floor "What part of no one touches you do you not understand?" he lashed out at me. "Don it's-its not my fault he was the one who came at me" "Shut up!" he shouted as he raised his hand and I hold his hand midway. I was too surprised at my own action how did I do that. I dropped my hand in an instant. Fear was taking over me at a whole new level now "I-I am so sorry, I am really sorry Don, I don't know how it happened I am so sorry Don please". He hauled me up with my arm "What was that, huh?" His tone was calmer but his anger was at whole new level now. "I-I am sorry Don please, but it wasn't my fault. I will take your punishments I will do whatever you say if you think I am wrong but I did nothing wrong I-I didn't touch him neither did I want him to touch me, he touched me without my consent. Please trust me Damon". I said to him with a hope that he would understand. He was looking at me with sheer anger he took my hand with which I hold his hand and twisted it behind my back.

"Ahh!" I screamed as he was twisting it hard. It felt that his grip will break my wrist. Before I could say anything his lips were on mine. He was kissing me hard as he pushed me back till my back was against the closet door.

My back slams against the door and his other hand went to my zipper and he dragged it down harshly sliding my dress with it. "Don please, please listen to me" I started pleading as his lips left mine. He tore off my panties and pulled me closer to him he pulled my thighs up wrapping them around his waist as stood between them I didn't even realize when he unzipped his pants until he enters me in a single thrust. I cry out in surprise "Don..."

He put his hand over my mouth and said "Quiet! Not one word. I do not want to listen a sound from you until I ask you to speak up" he said with gritted teeth. He pulls back and starts pumping into me as fast as he possibly can. He has me immobilized against the door, and I still couldn't free my hand from his hold behind my back. I wrapped my other free arm around his shoulders. He had my legs wrapped around his waist and was standing between my thighs holding them far apart as he drills into me.

The rhythmic thumps against the door echo in my ears so his words "Keep your mouth shut and ears open. Listen, and listen for good. You do what I say. Don't ever disobey me Sophia. What happened right now will never happen again Doll" he said thrusting hard into me. I claw at his suit jacket and press my temple to his shoulder to keep my head from hitting the door hard but it wasn't that helpful. I feared another bang on my head but I was surprised when my head didn't bang the door but at his hand. He moved his hand at the back of my head so that door couldn't hurt me. Like he always says he is the only one to hurt me and he is doing the job good enough. It was too much pain, my wrist which he was still twisting in his tight hold, my foot where the glass was still piercing my flesh everything was hurting.

"You will never stop my hand again. You will always take what I give" he increased his pace the position made him so deep inside me my tears knows no bounds now. "You will never disrespect me. Never". His tone get more stern at every line and his pace increased. "Don't ever do that again". He said as he pulled out for a second and entered with a strong thrust making me bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. Because I knew if I make sound it will go even worse than this. "I trust you and I will listen to you always, I will burn that person alive who will dare to hurt you one bit. I will always choose you but if you ever disrespect me, I will kill you. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU". He bellowed and I looked at him puzzled how do you comprehend such twisted analogy. "Fuck! He cursed as he came inside me. "Understand?" He asked still gripping me tight "I asked you something Doll. Understand?" "Un-u-understood Don". "Good" He said and stepped back and I fall on the floor. He left leaving me on the floor. I laid there only in my off shoulder satin slip that I wore beneath the dress any stilettoes. I cried. I cried so much. I didn't know when crying drifted me to sleep. I didn't even have the strength to take that glass piece out of my foot.

I felt something different, something cozy and warm beneath, how, I slept on the floor. I thought as I opened my eyes I found myself wrapped in his arms in our bed.

I laid there staring at the ceiling without moving from the position we were, worrying I might wake him up. Tears started welling up again as I remembered what happened few minutes ago. I remembered his torture why he did that, why he always break me like this, how did it always became my defiance? I try so much, I try so hard to not upset him still how every time I trigger his anger. Why he can't trust me I remember his words I trust you and I will listen to you always I will burn that person alive if he dare to hurt you one bit. I will always choose you.

I will always choose you. I was hearing him again and again. I felt his grip tightens like always keeping me closer. His breathing was even he was sleeping and just held me there in his arms I wanted to cry so much, just wanted to cry because it felt so loving and tender and yet twisted me up inside like a pretzel. This man was becoming the end of me. He ignites the deepest desires in me make me feel like I am floating in another dimension. I feel beautiful if he looks at me. He made me feel wanted that I never felt in a long time, he made me feel that I matter yet he breaks me every time.

Morning came soon enough. I slowly pulled away without waking him up. His hold tightens for a moment but then he eased out into sleep, and I got up slowly. I realized that there is a bandage on my foot, probably he took out the glass and did it. I turned to look at him, he was so calm while sleeping. I stood and made my way to the bathroom. I did my business, washed my face and untangled the mess my hair were. As I stepped out I noticed that the broken glass pieces on the floor where he broke the bourbon bottle last night. I bend down and started picking up the pieces to clean up. I was picking it up slowly trying to avoid making any noises when I felt his hand pick up the pieces along me. I turned and saw him crouched down picking it up.

"G-good Morning Don" I greeted him, but he didn't reply. "I-I will clean it up you don't have to do it" I said but no reply again, why is he sulking, wasn't I am the one supposed to be angry. All of a sudden I heard a hiss and saw blood dripping. "Oh My God you are bleeding Don" he cut his hand picking up, how? I tried to look and he snatched his hand from mine. I gave him an irritated look what's with the attitude? and took his hand again. "Come with me" I said and sat him on the bed and I brought the first aid box from the bathroom. I knelt on the floor in front of him and started to clean up his wound by disinfectant and took out the tiny glass pieces stuck in the cut. He winced a bit. I applied an ointment and wrapped his wound in a bandage "Clearly, you were doing it for the first time?" I said to him laughing a bit "Like you have done it a hundred times" he said pouting. "You won't believe but you are not the first man who threw glass bottles at me in anger" I said in a flow and then realized what have I said, my eyes went wide and he withdrew his hand "D-Don I meant-" He left the room before I could even say something. I sighed as I sat on the bed