He'd just committed the vilest of rapes, and zipped up his fly like it was nothing. Sammy apparently owed him a few hundred, and decided to take it among his self and get his money.
"That's right, take it bitch!"
The woman below him did everything she could to throw him off, but he had her pinned to the ground. Her body gave into what he was doing to it. She screamed, cried and even spit in his face. Nothing phased him, she came, unwillingly twice. Then he came and grabbed her by the neck and chin after.
"Now, make sure you tell your husband I need the full amount.. or next time I'll just have to make a call to immigra-.."
"Okay, Okay! I promise! I promise!" She pleaded in her dominant Spanish accent.
"Good girl." He snarled, then got off her.
**
"Olivia?"
"In the kitchen.."
"I'm sorry, I'm late. I know." He said while wrapping his arms around her waist, and kissing her neck.
"It's okay, babe." She answered giving into his kiss and touch. She turned around and attached her lips to his, and made her way to his neck...
Olivia's POV
Like perfume, he smells like perfume.
Don't over think it, it's probably lotion or something.
**
"But.. I think I'm gonna turn in earlier tonight." She answered, breaking the kiss and his hold on her.
"Don't do this tonight." He grabbed her arm, making her face him. "Let's just forget about it. How about we take a bath. Something to.." And went in for a kiss.
She immediately jerked her head backwards and pushed him arms length away, "Not tonight, okay? I'm pretty tired."
"You're denying me? I thought we agreed our personas called for a bread winner and a housewife wife, I bring home the bread and you service me. Like a wife should do..."
"No, you decided that. So why don't you can take care of your damn self?" She said in a matter of factly kind of tone and headed for the grand stair case, leaving Elliot in the kitchen.
Nick had been watching the whole exchange.
And had huffed and puffed at every phrase that left Elliot's mouth.
"Son of a bitch, doesn't know how to treat that queen!"
***
His phone rang.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me when I'm home... I don't care."
and he hung up, dropped his phone on the counter.
"Dumb bastard!" he said to himself.
Clenched his teeth, wiped his face with his hand then made his way upstairs, behind his wife.
"Olivia.. Maybe if you talk to me, I'll understand what the hell is bothering you this time.."
She found her way to her vanity, and began removing the makeup she had put on,for what should've been a romantic night.
"This time? What the hell's that supposed to mean?" She spat back at his remark.
"Well.. I must say, every night for this past week, I've come home.. and you refused to service me.."
"Stop saying service, like this relationship isn't mutual... and maybe it's cause you smell like cheap perfume." She answered.
"You've already been serviced."
She said under her breath.
He heard her, now fuming.
She saw how angry his posture and facial expression became, and quickly wanted to diffuse the situation.
"It's.. " She began.
"What is it.. Spit it out, goddammit!" He yelled.
That did it, she lost it.
She stood up.
"I know you're cheating on me, you son of a bitch! Is my pussy not good enough for you? Huh? You need some side piece to.. to what? make you feel man enough?" She yelled walking towards him.
"Lower your goddamned voice when you speak to me!" He was now taking control, and was stepping towards her.
Olivia noticed his tonicity and his body language, and he was dangerously close to her, as if he was about to...
Her sobs were the only thing heard as Elliot snapped back to reality.
She was forcefully thrown to the floor by the force of the slap.
Hurt and anger were the only things running through Olivia's mind.
He hit me. He really hit me.
She thought clutching her cheek.
She tried to hold back her pain filled sobs and tears but failed.
"Liv...I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to, it just happened. You know I would never hurt you. I'm sorry, How about we just forget this ever happened? huh? what do you say?" Elliot reached his hand out to touch Olivia's face. She flinched backwards, and turned her head away from his touch.
"Let me do that thing you like, then you could treat me." He said taking her chin and pulling back to face his direction.
"I can't believe you son of a bitch." She answered in a harsh, angry whisper then tried to get up off the floor.
He went to help her.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME.
DON'T YOU DARE PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME." Olivia was now crying uncontrollably.
"Baby I'm so sorry."
Elliot tried embracing her but she jerked away.
"You said you would never hit me Elliot-yo-u slapped me. Olivia while shoving him.
She went to shove him again when he caught her hands.
"I'm sorry Olivia I'm so sorry, I love you come here." He said pulling her towards him. She turned her head away from him and tried her best to get out of his grip.
"I'm sorry, look at me." He said and quickly delivered a kiss on the soft spot of her neck. She stood frozen, her body wanted it. That was her spot, the spot that undid everything.
While he kissed up and down her neck, he whispered apologies. She was totally zoned out at this moment. He was still nipping at her soft spot, she didn't even notice that he had untied and pulled off her robe.
"Oh, lace panties.. you were expecting this."
She came to her senses.
"No.. Elliot stop. I don't want this.
No! You've hurt me.. we cant!"
She tried fighting him off.
"Just stop, and let it happen."
And with that he pushed her on and pinned her to their California sized bed.
She was now pleading.
"I really don't want this, Elliot. Please!"
Tears slowly streamed down Olivia's face as Elliot kissed where the tears had fallen.
"I love you, okay?" Elliot said almost inaudibly while kissing his way down her stomach.
Elliot gently pulled Olivia's laced thong off with his teeth and passionately kissed her inner thighs until he made his way to her entrance. As he kissed her mound and slowly inserted his tongue into her core. Memories of her and Elliot on the field flooded her mind. She shut her eyes hard at the thought of a man she truly loved, who'd she do anything for.. Her Elliot, putting his hands on her. It hurt her so much to think about it. One last tear ran down her cheek. Elliot. Her Elliot taking from her, forcing her. She had become the thing she fought so tiredly against.
She was becoming a victim.
I wonder what Nick is gonna have to say about this. Stay tuned.
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