“I’m sorry…”
He shook his head. “Sorry isn’t enough for the damage you’ve caused. Sometimes, sorry is just an excuse for someone to repeat their mistakes. You don’t know how to love without stipulations. I cannot keep conditioning myself to fit into your lifestyle. It’s enough.” His words had finality in them, and I knew with every fiber in me that it was close to impossible to change his mind. It was better to leave it alone than keep grating him about the subject.
“Okay, I guess this is it then.”
He kept his eyes on me, but I couldn’t bare looking at him for a full minute without feeling like my insides were being ripped apart by his own hands.
“When do you want me to move out?” I asked in between tears as I slid off the bed and went inside my walk-in closet. I needed a robe to cover my body because I felt ashamed for all the things I had done tonight. I deserved this, therefore I might as well not deny how wrong I had been.
Taking out a black robe, I haphazardly tied it around me just as I walked out of the closet. Blake remained in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling before he lowered his eyes down to look at me.
“Tell me what you want… I’d gladly give it to you,” he said. Before I had the chance to reply, he continued, “I’m giving you this house and whatever property you want that’s mine. You can also take half of my money if that makes you happy. You can have a jet, a stake at the company, and whatever business endeavors I have accumulated during the span of our short marriage.”
I wanted to cry because he truly believed I would take him to the cleaners. This was what we had come to. It was sad and pathetic.
“I don’t want any of that. Just give me the papers to sign, and I’ll do it as long as you do don’t give me a single pence.”
My light-hearted intentions of wanting to talk went out the window. There was no point anymore. I had realized that the second he opened his mouth, yapping garbage out of it.
Striding back into the closet, I pulled out a medium-sized weekend bag and shoved everything I needed in it to get away somewhere.
Where is my passport? I looked around and finally found it in the bottom drawer.
“Don’t you think it’s too late to be heading somewhere?” His voice came up behind me, but I didn’t have the energy to look at him.
“Just stop. Let’s not do this. Don’t pretend you care where I go or what I’ll do. Just stop.”
“Stay in the house; it’s yours anyway. I’ll go and leave you be.”
He was being so infuriating, acting nonchalant and being stupidly magnanimous about everything. His indifference made me chuck my sunglasses case towards him before he caught it with one hand.
Before I knew it, I was throwing everything I could find at him; a pen, my purse, a wallet, my make-up kit. You name it, I threw at him.
“Sienna! Stop acting like a goddamn child!” he yelled at me.
“Fuck you.” I didn’t care anymore.
My engagement ring along with my wedding band caught my eye before my vision blurred as I reached out to them.
“Here are your lies, Blake. Till death do we part, asshole.” I threw them over his head, hitting the mirrors, while he stared at me in horror. “There. Now, we’re really over.”
“Have you lost your—”
“My mind?” I shrilled at him. “Yes, I’ve fucking lost it! I hate you!” I grunted at him, and when he didn’t say another damn word, my insanity worsened. “I fucking hate—” I was about to shove him out of the way when he clasped both of his hands on my shoulders and roughly shoved me against the wall. “I hate you. I hate you!”
“Sienna—”
“No! Don’t you dare Sienna me, you impotent—” bastard, I meant to finish, but he kissed me to shut me up, and I loathed him even more. “Get off me. I don’t want you,” I yelped in between his kisses. “Stop…” God, why did he have to kiss so fucking good?
“No, you’ve said enough,” he growled the words harshly against my lips. “I have had enough.” He swiftly lifted me against the wall before I felt his hardness slip in between my thighs, heading straight into my pussy.
“Baby,” I moaned as tears filmed my eyes once more.
He kissed me through my tears as he pounded me harder. Then, just as I was about to come, he pulled out of me before he lifted me up and headed towards the dresser.
“On your knees,” he commanded the second I was deposited on the cushioned bench right before the mirrored wall of my dresser. “Eyes glued to the mirror. I want you to see what I do to you.”
When I did as he asked, he gave me an approving, heavy-handed slap on my behind. He then positioned himself behind me before he took hold of my hair, yanking it as he slid his cock into me.
“This is the only time you obey me… when I’m fucking you senseless.”
My abilities were mostly impaired because he was utterly massive. What the heck did he expect?
“If I give you another chance,” he hissed into my ear while I erotically watched our reflection. “There will be no more running away. Our marriage isn’t a game where you can up and leave whenever you want. You need to grow up and admit you’ve made a mistake.”
His other hand went around my neck as he plunged deeper into my core. I moaned and groaned in oblivion.
“You have to give me your all, Sienna. I won’t settle for anything else.”
“I promise. I’ll be better this time around,” I gasped as he shifted to a different angle, hitting me straight on my sensitive spot.
“Blake! God! Oh, God. What are you doing to me…?” I was stammering like an idiot and I didn’t care because my orgasm was about to explode. And when it did, he didn’t stop at one.
“I love you, caro.”
I was so out of it, but it didn’t stop him from using me until he was done and ready to release his seed into my womb.
“I love you so fucking much,” he swore. “Don’t you dare ever forget it the next time you feel reckless and destructive.”
This man’s patience for me was that of a saint. I was simply grateful he had at least given me another chance before giving up on me.
I knew he loved me, and I knew it would probably break him had I truly walked out on him. However, I needed him to show some kind of emotion because his detachment drove me mad. It drove me to say and do things I didn’t mean. I was childish; I wasn’t going to deny that; it was how I dealt with my usual problems. I was slowly learning to do things differently, and I would eventually get there, one day.