Grace's POV

I could hear morning birds chirping outside the window, and the glimpse of sunlight filled my heart with relief when I realised that morning had made her presence known, and now it would be over. It will chase a dark night away.

My eyes are tightly shut, I am trying my best not to scream, I always try but I can't help it. He always makes me scream. My hands have started hurting after clutching the bedsheets for the whole night. But pain in my hands is not the concern anymore; my whole body is hurting. I am exhausted by his torture.

I can't open my eyes, I don't want to witness myself in this position. I know, it's going to haunt me forever. But even if I can't see, I can definitely feel it. I am lying naked beneath him, his large body covering my tiny frame. My legs are sore after being spread for so long. I just hope my head won't hit the bedpost, the way he is ramming inside me after that, I can only hope, not like I can do anything.

Another shiver crawled all over my body when his hot tongue brushed my skin, which was already between his teeth. He let it go, leaving a burning sensation behind, and I gasped for air.

I tried to move my sore legs but his grip is too strong to let me move. I can feel his lips brushing against my neck but that's not the intense feeling. How can I even feel other touches when he is literally ripping me with his hardness? His every thrust is making me roll my head.

By now I have lost count of how much time I have cum. I don't know how many times he has fucked me throughout this night.

As he increased his speed, I clutched on to the bedsheets tightly. My heart clenched with his every thrust. My skin is burning as his perfectly built body is sliding on me.

I don't want this pleasure, I don't want to experience this euphoric feeling. I don't want to moan in satisfaction. I don't want his hands on me, but I am still enjoying it.

He is no one, he is just a stranger. He is using me.

My thoughts got blurred when a familiar intense feeling built up in my lower belly. I bit my lips as my toes automatically curled.

I tried not to scream but failed as usual. I let go throaty scream as I  orgasmed.

I kept my eyes shut while gasping for air and gulping to soothe my dry and sore throat. It felt like infinity, I don't know how long he will take to climax. The way he is going, I don't think he is going to do it any sooner.

I don't know how he gets so much stamina. I am on the verge of passing out. One more minute and I will be gone. Darkness has already started gathering in my head.

Maybe he noticed it, I don't know if he decided to show mercy on me or if he is really done, but he climaxed. I gulped as he filled me with his hot seed.

His hot breath lingered on my neck for a few more seconds, but I didn't dare to look at him. I just can't, he is scary. Those cold grey eyes haunt me in dreams. I don't know the last time I looked in his eyes. He doesn't seem to care about it.

After some time I felt his heavy body leaving my personal space. As soon as his warm body disappeared, the cold wind slapped my naked body. I don't even have the energy to find the right corner of the bedsheet and protect myself from the cold.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him with blurry vision. He left without a single word, not like I was expecting him to say anything.

I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and let the darkness wash over me. The last sound I heard was the familiar click of the washroom door. As usual, he must be taking a shower.

I don't know how much time has passed, but it felt like just a blink. My eyes snapped open when I heard the bathroom door open.

I am sleeping in a fatal position. Right now, I want to gather enough energy so I can run back home. He came out only in his towel, and I quickly looked at the floor. I don't want to look at his eyes, I just can't, it has become my phobia.

His legs halted, he must be looking at me angrily. He doesn't like it when I stay in his room after sex. I clutched the bedsheet tightly, trying to disappear under it. His gaze is burning my body, I can feel it. After a few seconds, he walked into his closet and closed the door.

I sighed and got off the warm and soft bed. This bed is another nightmare. I gathered my clothes and walked towards the washroom to wash myself. After so many days, I have finally learnt to walk normally after his Hardcore sex.

Before he came out, I quickly washed myself and put on my dress. I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs and finally got out of the mansion.

This house will always haunt me. This is not a house; it's a hell for me, and that man is Lucifer.

Dominick Moretti, Italian mob boss.

I hate working for him, but at the same time, I am proud of myself that I am knowledgeable enough to work with him. I am his personal accountant. I manage his accounts. And this is what keeps me and my father alive.

I still can't believe that I got involved with him. I don't know whom to curse, myself or my father. I hate my father for it. I had to sell myself for him.

I still can't forget that night, when my doom knocked on our door and my life turned upside down.