"I am just your whore!" She yelled at him with tears streaming down her face. "You really think so?" His dark intimidating voice echoed in the room. "Yes! I know this. I am just your fuckdoll!" She yelled as more tears rolled down her cheeks. And within a second his hand gripped her throat and she was pushed on the wall. Her hand held onto his huge big hands and her eyes widened. His hands were hard but the way he held her neck spoke of anger, the beast she ignited. His hand didn't put any pressure. It just kept her stable there. "Fine then, I will tell you how I treat my whores." His voice was hell bent dead. He never used this tone for her, for the past one year she had been living with him but he didn't use this tone ever. His eyes held anger. She ignited the beast inside him. The one that could ruin anyone with a glare. He left her with a jerk and held onto the collar of his shirt that she was wearing, jerking her towards him... Her forced her that night....... ______________ A night that changed both of their lives. He met his home and she met her saviour. Hold onto your belts to savour the love of a loveless man. *HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT*