Welcome To Hell, Dear Wife-Chapter 26: The Crime

Chapter 26: The Crime
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Content warning: This Chapter contains threats of sexual violence, psychological manipulation, and intense intimidation.
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Mira was frozen against the wall with her wrist still pinned while Lucas’ body caged her in.
Her mind, on the other hand, was shattering into a thousand pieces if not a million.
Her ears had to have heard the wrong words, that was her conclusion, but even she knew she wasn’t deaf. So the next thing she could do was deny.
Of course.
"That’s not true at all!" She yelled. She’d rather be caught dead than be accused of that. "I never... I would never accuse anyone of that, you’re making shit up now!"
Lucas seemed a bit more pissed at her denial but instead let it show through the twist of his lips as his voice remained in a low taunting whisper.
"No? You screamed it to everyone who cared to listen back then and now you’re doing what? Denying it? You’ve grown now and resorted to denying a lie that ruined a part of me?"
He rolled his eyes. "I think I might as well make it true now, don’t you think?"
Mira’s head was spinning now.
This was absolute madness!
"What the hell are you talking about?"
He leaned in closer, making sure Mira could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "I’m saying the world believed you. They looked at me like filth, like an animal who forced himself on little Lorena Sanders even when it was all a lie conjured by you. One I still don’t understand."
He paused as if letting it sink into her head as slowly as possible. "So I’m saying I might as well do it now."
Mira was of course confused. She hadn’t become the owner of this body until a week ago or so. Yet she couldn’t believe anything that came out of Lucas’ mouth.
Even at that, she felt like his logic at the moment was still twisted. She had to keep her sanity.
"You’re just proving me right if you do that, that you’re a monster like I’ve predicted."
He laughed. A laugh that anyone could tell wasn’t exactly a laugh, but it was still enough to get on Mira’s nerves even more.
"When you make a monster, don’t be shocked when it acts like one."
One of his hands was released, but his other hand was able to hold Mira’s both hands up still.
The released hand then came up to grip her chin as he forced her to look up directly at him. The grip was enough that she couldn’t turn away.
"And that’s why," he murmured in a dangerous tone that was now starting to scare Mira, "I should stop wasting my time. I should act exactly like what I’ve been named. I should do exactly what I’ve been accused of, right?"
His fingers trailed in a deliberate manner down her arm, over the silk of the dress, and then came to rest on her waist. He intentionally tugged lightly at the hem of her gown in a slow, threatening gesture that made Mira feel helpless.
He leaned his body in totally, as the heat of his skin passed through Mira’s clothes onto her own skin.
His hand then brushed the neckline of her dress in a slow manner still, as if threatening to go down further, but he didn’t.
Mira was trembling now. She was hating this so much, even if it was making her feel some other type of way, she was still hating it.
"You wouldn’t dare do that!" She finally managed to snap at him.
"You think?" He cut her off while his eyes flashed with unexplainable fire. "Even when you’re in this position? Even when I could do whatever I want to you and get away with it? You’re still daring me? The monster?"
His hand moved again and this time to lift the skirt of her gown. One inch. Two inches. Then three.
Slowly and deliberately.
Mira felt her body tingling against his touch now,
again
against her better judgment, but she still had her senses. So she wriggled to free herself of his grip even though she wasn’t succeeding.
At all.
His smirk increased. "Look at you squirm over and over. Acting like a saint when every inch of your body is reacting like this." His voice held pure mockery as he continued. "Tell me, Lorena. Why pretend to be a prude when your body is already betraying you?"
"That’s because it finds you disgusting, Lucas." She breathed out, even though her voice was shaking with so much hatred.
She couldn’t understand why she hated this bastard so much yet her body was reacting to his touch.
"Yeah right, it finds me so disgusting that it shivers."
Before she could even process what was going on with her body, he released her arms. And then in one very swift motion, he swept her off her feet while ignoring her fists that were pounding against his chest.
And then he threw her onto the bed.
The action was so shocking that it stole her breath. The skirt of her gown spilled around her in a way that left her thighs very exposed and vulnerable.
Lucas, however, did not look like he was done yet because he stalked towards her and not even fast. He did it like he had all the time in the world.
Like he enjoyed watching her squirm and wonder what he was about to do.
She couldn’t guess it and she couldn’t wait to know it either. "If you touch me," she whispered, even though all she was now feeling was fear of the unknown.
"I’ll hate you for the rest of my life—"
She continued but Lucas was already on her in a twinkle of an eye, with one hand beside her head and his body hovering over her in a way that completely trapped her.
"That’s exactly what I want from you, Lorena." He snapped with his face only inches away from hers. "So it looks like we have a deal."
His other hand dragged down her thigh through the fabric on Mira as he pressed deliberately on them.
She started to claw at him again, shoving his shoulders and kicking him, but he was like an immovable wall.
"Get off me!" She shouted, resorting to the last option of turning her face away from him.
She expected the worst, but then he suddenly went perfectly still and then pulled back slowly.
Silence filled the room as Mira, who had squeezed her eyes shut, finally opened them just when Lucas released her fully and pushed himself off her.
He looked down at her, all disheveled, flushed, and trembling violently, and he could not help but sneer.
"I like this look on you, Lorena. That pathetic look."
He adjusted the towel around his waist in a calm way, like he hadn’t just terrorized her before continuing. "For someone whose father went through with doing this to someone else’s wife, I’m surprised that you’re scared to face the same."
His voice then turned even bitter. "But don’t bother flattering yourself. I would never soil myself by sticking my dick in garbage anyway."
He turned and started to walk towards the door while Mira was finally able to drag her gown down her legs even though she was a horrified and confused mess.
"You’re a sick man!" She choked out while ignoring her breathless voice. "You’re completely deranged!"
Lucas paused right at the door without even looking back. "Guess who did that?" He opened the door and then added, "Sleep well, Mrs. Atkins. I’ll see you tomorrow."