Broken By My Bully

Her sobs didn't stop.

She cried so hard her body shook, her chest heavy with the force of it. The weight of everything– 'her choice, her regret, his hatred, her punishment'
It was too much.

And yet he held her through it all.

Not gently, not with kindness, but with something undeniable they had between them.

His arms tight around her, pulling her against him, as if pulling her from shattering completely apart. His warmth soothing her trembling frame. His scent making her breathe.

She hated how much comfort it gave her.

She hated how much she needed it.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, gripping it like a lifeline. She sobbed into his chest, her body pained with exhaustion and grief. "I can't do this anymore." She whispered, her voice hoarse, broken.

He didn't say anything.

Not with words.

Instead his hand Slid up her back, fingers tracing her spine, his other hand moved to the hair, threading the strand and tugging it just enough to lift her face up.

Her breath hitched.

She barely had second to register the intensity in his gaze, the way his eyes darkened as they roamed over her tear streaked face before–

He kissed her.

It wasn't soft.

It wasn't gentle.

It was raw.

Filled with anger, regret, punishment, possession.

Her gasp was swallowed by him, her lips parting as his mouth moved against hers. He tasted of fury, of a man who had spent years hating and wanting at the same time.

She should have pushed him away.

She should have fought.

But she was damn tired.

But in this moment she didn't want to fight.

So she gave in.

She melted into him, into the heat of his body, into the way his hand curled possessively around the back of her neck, forcing her into tilting deeper into kiss. His tongue brushing against hers, demanding and taking.

By the time he pulled away she was gasping, her lips swollen and her mind hazed.

His forehead rested against hers, his breath heavy, his grip on her still tight as ever.

"You are mine." He murmured, his voice low, dangerous. His fingers trailer down her jaw as her head tilted. "No matter how much you hate it, deny it, regret it... You. Are. Mine."

A fresh tear slipped down her eye. But this time it wasn't just from sorrow or regret.

Because deep down, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.

She already knew that.

He had already accepted that.

And it terrified her more than anything.

Without another word he shifted, pulling her against him. He moved her onto the bed. His arms stayed wrapped around her. His chest solid and warm against her back.

She tensed at first, waiting for him to let go. It must be hurting his wound, he was holding her too tight.

But he didn't let go.

His grip stayed firm. His breath brushing against her temple, his chest rising and falling slow matching his breath with hers.

For the first time in a while she felt she wasn't alone standing in this darkness.