Getting Married to a Cruel Man

Besmirched

Mirza's locking the Haira's move. Pull the girl's hand back. Dunked his face on the wall so he couldn't wiggle. 

His lips went down Haira's neck which looked smooth white. Sipping the perfume deeply. Bite it roughly to leave a reddening mark. 

Aawww

Reflex, Haira grimaced as Mirza's teeth stuck in her skin. 

"Take me off, sir!" Haira pleaded with a trembling voice. Trying to clench Mirza's hand that gripped her wrist firmly. 

A devious smile was etched as Mirza looked fearfully at Haira's face. The distance that was too close made Haira could feel the warm breath of Mirza. 

"It's not that easy, you have to account for Lunara's death. I'll make your life suffer."

Mirza led Haira out of the bathroom to the bed. Taking the pill that was on the nightstand without letting go of the girl's hand. Then push Haira's body to fall on the bed. 

Mirza crawled up and re-encrusted Haira's body. 

His knees support the body between Haira's thighs. He took a pill from his pack and gripped the girl's chin tightly. 

"Ap, what is it, sir?" haira asked intermittently, holding back her tears that had piled up on the fertilizer. Staring at the pills in Mirza's hands. Trying to shut his mouth tight. 

"You have no right to ask" said Mirza coldly. He opened Haira's mouth forcefully and then put the pill into it. Take a glass of water and drink it. 

Instantly Haira coughed as she felt something enter her throat. 

"You remember, right, with the letter of the covenant?"

Haira held onto her neck which was still aching then nodded quickly. He remembered all the words, and he did not want to deny them. 

"That means you are ready to serve me in bed" whispered Mirza in Haira's ear. 

Haira's eyes were perfectly rounded. He swallowed the rest of the saliva that began to dry up, their gazes met. 

His eyes lit up, wanting to get angry and cursing at the man in front of him, but he had no courage to do so. 

Haira shook her head, "Why should I serve, you?" haira asked softly, if Mirza wants to oppress her please, but she still maintains her chastity. "Isn't this not in the letter, even you yourself are disgusted with my body."

Haira returned every word Mirza had ever uttered to her. 

"Are you unable to read at some point, that you should be submissive and should not refute whatever my will is." Mirza denied, although he did write it, but other points did not make him lose in a landslide. 

"No, Mister. I'll do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't tarnish me."

Mirza pulled the robe of her bathrobes to reveal her chest. 

What the hell, if he's deaf, didn't I say I'd do what he asked except this, why he took off his shirt. 

Mirza threw her robe up to the side of the window. Now the man of stout stature was plain without a thread. 

Haira looked away and closed her eyes. For whatever sake, he was not ready to dirty his still-holy eyes. 

Mirza's hands began to creep off the buttons of Haira's upper clothes. 

"Don't, Mister." Haira's eyes were still perfectly closed. His hand tried to hold Mirza's hand which continued to open one by one the buttons of his shirt. But nil, all that did not work, now Mirza successfully throw clothes that wrapped Haira's body. 

After succeeding, Mirza locked Haira's two hands. Buried his face in the neck. Biting her again with a merciless brute. 

Skin friction both make Haira's fine fur goosebumps. He is trapped by Mirza's enormous body. The man of Turkish descent was even downed and gave him no room to move.

What is this, even he dares to kiss me continuously. 

Haira could only grumble inwardly as Mirza's lips continued to obscure her body. 

"Sir, I beg you, don't touch me." 

Haira again pleaded, her brain could think clearly when she heard the breath of Mirza who was hunting. 

It seems like Lord Mirza is serious, how is this, who can help me. 

All over Haira's body trembled. Cold sweat begins to pour through the pores. Mirza was so wild as someone who held back desire. His hands spread everywhere to even the most sensitive parts.

Clear dripping circles wet Haira's temples at the same time as Mirza stripped her of all her clothes. 

"Sir, please don't do this to me." Haira's voice was heard groaning, but Mirza did not care, she continued her action, stretching the two legs of the girl below her wide. 

Without cue, Mirza unites their bodies. Breaking through Haira's narrow wicket, despite a slight difficulty, Mirza managed to tear the girl's hymen. 

Haira screamed, her hands clutching tightly onto the bed sheet. Withstood the pain of Mirza's violent beat. 

Her tears fell along with her pride. Mirza has completely destroyed her future. Take away the only thing he has. 

After a few minutes, Mirza collapsed on top of Haira after removing her seedlings, despite not wanting to plant the seeds in Haira's womb, in fact she continued to spurt inward. 

The whisper was heard in Mirza's ears that were still breathing. He shifted his body. Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out the window. 

For some reason, his heart suddenly slashed to hear Haira's sobs. 

Don't feel guilty, Mirza. He who robs you of happiness first, he deserves the rightful retribution for his actions. 

Mirza walked up, opened the closet and put on a shirt. Staring at the back of Haira who was still shaking violently. Take the remaining pills and then go around the bed. 

"You should drink this every day, throw it in Haira's face. "I don't want you to carry my son. If that happens, you'll have to drop it."

A warning that made Haira's chest tight. She considers herself more despicable than a woman of the night. 

They released a virginity but got money, while she did not know when to receive torture from her husband. 

Mirza came out of the room. Closing the door hard to make Haira the shortest. 

Haira hit her chest with all her strength left behind. Scratching his neck that was filled with red marks. The kiss was still so strong that it made her nauseous. 

"I will never insult the parents who gave birth and raised you, but I will not accept your depraved behavior. I swear to my grandmother and my parents, you'll regret treating me like this."

Haira got out of bed. He took his clothes that were splattered then put on his origin. 

Crying was useless, now she was just a tainted girl, there was nothing else she could be proud of. Mirza's taken everything away, and it won't be refundable.