Chapter 3 Birth Control Pills
George stepped up and yanked her arm, tossing her onto the bed like she was nothing.
Emma felt a sharp pain in her gut and flipped over, totally freaked out.
His long, defined fingers grabbed Emma's chin, and those usually dreamy eyes were now blazing with anger.
"What are you denying?" George's glare felt like it was cutting right through her. "After what you pulled, you think I'd still trust you?"
George's eyes drifted to Emma's exposed thighs, a nasty grin spreading as he undid his belt and moved in closer.
"Dressed like that, you must be begging for it. Well, I'll give you what you want!"
He ripped off her nightgown, exposing her perky breasts. Without a bra, her beautiful breasts stood high, nipples like little berries.
Emma screamed as his hands clamped down on her sensitive breasts, kneading them roughly.
"Stop! It hurts, please!" Emma cried out.
"Stop?" George's hands left her breasts and slid down to her thighs, groping her through her damp panties. "You're already so wet. What a slut!"
He tore off her panties, leaving her naked on the bed, her legs clamped shut, but her dark pubic hair on full display.
George pressed his swollen tip against her labia and thrust in hard.
Emma felt a sharp, tearing pain. "No! Please, stop! It hurts!"
Like a beast in heat, George pinned her down and ravaged her. After what felt like forever, he finally released, hot streams of semen filling her.
Afterward, George cleaned up and passed out, ignoring the exhausted Emma. She dragged herself to the bathroom to clean up.
The next morning, George was already dressed, sitting on the sofa with birth control pills in hand, his face dark and eyes cold.
"Take this," he ordered.
Emma stood there, her heart racing.
She couldn't take the pills; she was already pregnant, and they would harm the baby!
Her eyes pleaded with him, but George's voice grew harsher. "Emma, don't even think about having my kid. Someone as shameless as you doesn't deserve it!"
Emma clutched her chest, feeling waves of pain.
She thought the baby might bring them closer, but she realized how naive she was.
She didn't even have the guts to tell George she was already pregnant.
"Fine, I'll take it," she said, lowering her head, feeling both humble and determined. She decided to fake it, holding the pill under her tongue and taking a sip of water.
George watched her closely, suspicious she might try something.
Emma felt guilty, fearing he'd catch on, but then George's phone rang. He answered anxiously, and Olivia Smith's panicked voice came through. "George, I don't know how to say this, but Anna... she committed suicide!"