The Will of Young Master

Crushed

Litha cried, she did not expect Ray who in her mind was a man with a myriad of good things now destroyed his own image. Rayyendra was like a wild wolf ready to eat its prey, its eyes full of hunger and fangs ready to pounce.

"You're not gonna do it, Ray! You promised not to touch me!!!" litha shouted in frustration.

Ray's ears were deaf, unable to hear anything, his eyes and mind were focused only on the woman he overcame. Litha's clothes had been torn and her hair ties had loosened irregularly. He wished for help to come for him, but for nothing, in the great house there was no one, only the two of them.

Rayyendra's eyes grew increasingly violent seeing p*yu**a Litha popping. Round, smooth white and the size fits, not big nor small. He forcibly removed the bra that wrapped it, squeezed it firmly and pounded it without caring for Litha's refusal.

Unsatisfied there, Ray traced the sensitive points of women in Litha's body which was now not covered by a thread, as well as her. Kissing and vind*full n*f**, spilling out any desires he has endured so far. Litha is helpless, her strength is exhausted, against men who thirst for desire cannot win.

The girl's tears flowed profusely when her thighs were forcefully opened and her intimate part was entered by a blunt object belonging to her husband. Feeling pain in her body and heart, Litha could only vent her pain by squeezing the bedsheet and biting her lips hard. Close his eyes, he would not look at the face of the man who had forcibly taken his honor, even though his heart had fallen on that man.

Ray moved his body back and forth with a groan of pleasure. His hands and mouth moved wildly touching Litha's body where he liked. His wife was no longer in contact, lying resigned to whatever her husband did, until finally Ray groaned loudly to remove his seeds warm his wife's womb. The warmth reached both Litha's eyes, which increasingly flowed saltwater through the temple.

Not quite once, Ray passed the release of the night many times until he was satisfied and fell asleep beside Litha while hugging his wife's body tightly. Litha's eyes glared at the ceiling of the room, her tears were dry already, she couldn't cry anymore. For a while he was daydreaming with a blank look. His body felt very tired and sick in the intimate part, Even so Litha did not fall asleep, she got up and limped walking towards the bathroom. He grimaces and moans while washing and cleaning his intimate parts. Slowly he rubbed all parts of his body, again his tears dripped.

"Why do you have so much Ray? If you want to hurt me, you've done it. Now there's nothing I can be proud of anymore, all but wiped out by a contract worth 5 billion. So, how is it different from the pela*ur peddling her body? Me and them end up having the same goal, which is money."

Litha's cry exploded instantly, crying very loudly and like a child she was banging her own chest. She hated, and now she hated her husband.

After she was satisfied to cry, Litha stimulated her mind that she still had to stand, walk and even run if necessary. No matter his legs, his body or his heart aches he should look fine.

Litha bathed, dressed, took a dampened cloth to wipe the bloodstains of her virgin on the bed sheet, though it still left a trace of at least the white bed sheet not stained red, but still left a trace of it, then he slept on the sofa and let Ray just like that, face down under the blanket without clothes.

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The morning sun came in through the window blinding Rayyendra's eyes. He opened his eyes, his head spinning.

"Aaakkhhhh .. "he lamented.

Ray wakes up from his sleep, but his eyes are wide open realizing he is under the blanket not wearing clothes. With a slightly dizzy head he looked at his bed and looked for Litha.

His sight failed to get Litha's figure, but his tail caught a trail of bloodstains on the white bedsheet he was sleeping on. His brain picked up memories of last night, of what he was doing in this room until he slept in this state.

Rayyendra gasped in shock rather than confusion, after a chronological sequence forced his own wife to look like a film in her vision. There is a memory that shows Litha closing her eyes with tears.

"Abkkhhh .... Shiuittt!!!!" ray shouted annoyed with a rough rub of his head.

"What have I done to him? Why is it like this? All this time as hard as I could hold him back, why did I lose control last night? Akkkhhhh .... "

Ray is very confused by what happened to him, he knows the limits of his drinking so as not to get drunk and can still control himself. But why was his mind focused only on Litha's body?

Ray stepped into the bathroom to clean himself up. As soon as he entered the walk in closet, as usual his full office suit for today's wear was available.

"Litha still had time to prepare my clothes after what I did last night to her?" murmured Ray.

After getting dressed, he went down to look for Litha, every morning he was usually in the kitchen of the main house.

"Good morning, sir," said Mr. Is sad, not as usual. She felt guilty and her heart ached to see her Young Lady making breakfast for her husband with puffy eyes.

"For Mr Is, did Litha make it?" ray asked to look at a large slice of sandwich, a glass of low-fat milk and of course a glass of warm water mixed with a spoonful of pure honey on the dinner table. Mr. Is just nodded.

"Where's Litha?"

"In the west garden, sir."

"Only?"

Mr. Is replied with a weak nod. Ray didn't touch his breakfast, just drank the honey's warm white water.

"Sir Is, tell Litha to meet me in the study, and bring my breakfast there too" he said.

"Good, Sir."

Ray went straight to his study followed by Mr. Is bringing his breakfast. There Ray did not find a drink last night, it was cleared Mr. Is. Ray picks up his phone left in the drawer, searches for Abyan's name in contact and makes a voice call.

"Good morning, sir." said the voice across answering Ray's tone.

"Well, what kind of drink did you bring last night?" ray asked directly to the point, his hand moving open the desk drawer, looking for his contract agreement with Litha.

"Whisky you used to drink, is something wrong?" Abyan asked back.

Ray actually wanted to ask what his drink was so that it made him out of control to see his wife, but he said, he did not want the events last night to be known to others, including Abyan.

"No. I'm just asking. You pick me up in an hour. I have something to finish with Litha."

"Good, Sir."

Ray waited for Litha to come by staring at a document map containing the contract sheet of their marriage agreement. His heart riled, he had hurt his wife's pride, so he intended to take responsibility by removing this agreement and would become a real husband even though Litha's heart was elsewhere. Living together with one-sided love certainly hurts, but Rayyendra will succumb to her mistakes she made last night.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

Litha opened the door, Ray was already sitting linking his hands together on his lap. In front of him there was breakfast that he made earlier and a map, whatever map it was, Litha did not care, now he was not concerned with Ray's business. She simply did her duty as her husband's personal servant until the time was over.

"Sit down" said Ray, seeing Litha pecking at the door.

Ray's heart was sliced to see the woman he loved in such a state. Swollen eyes, a clear sign of crying all night, plus empty eyes and a grim countenance but he tried to be okay with a smile.

"You okay?" ray asked open the conversation after his wife sat down before him.

"Do I have to answer, I think you already know the answer."

Deg !

Litha's diplomatic reply hit her heart. Yes, surely the state of Litha is not good, both physical and bathin, why also Ray asked like that. For a moment the atmosphere was in a state of silence, feeling awkward.

"Sorry."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to my body. I can't control it" he continued. Litha was silent.

"I'm sorry Litha."

Ray tried to reach Litha's hand, but Litha swiftly avoided her husband's hand. He stared at Ray's manic with hate.

"You .." he said disconnected.

"You have hurt me so much, and I have so much respect for you as a man who values women so much and as a man who keeps his promise. It turns out you're nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing, you're just being sweet because you want your prey off guard before you gobble it up."

"Lith ... "

Ray is confused about where to start to explain everything. He wanted Litha to know that what happened last night was completely out of his control. Even if he really wants to do it, he must have preyed on his wife for a long time, no need to work hard he held back his desire all this time.

"I thought you were the same as Sister Firza who was so respectful and respected me sincerely, unfortunately not."

"Firza?!?"

Ray's emotions begin to be provoked to hear the name Firza called. When he wanted to discuss the relationship between himself and Litha, why did he carry the name Firza? Ray really doesn't like being likened to Firza.

"You want to liken me to that trashy kid?"

"Even if he's from the trash at least knows how to treat a woman, unlike you who even tramples on a woman's self-esteem in a sneaky way."

"What did you say?!?"

Ray stood up and gripped Litha's chin firmly until his wife's head looked up at him. Instead of being afraid, Litha challenged her husband's views.

"I am nothing more than a paid woman in your eyes" said Litha softly but sharply, though she endured the pain of her husband's grip.

"You ... " Ray's voice rose, his eyes burning with rage at the sharp words of his wife.

"Ray! What are you doing?"

Abyan stood at the door shocked to see the 'match to be done' of his master. Ray spontaneously removed the grip, a red mark clearly visible on Litha's chin. Litha did not shed her tears.

"Enough. You've hurt me enough, Ray!" litha shouted in her heart.

"I hope that Young Master can speed up the time of the transfer of the Great Lady's treasure so that our relationship as husband and wife will end soon. As long as it is also I will do the duty as your personal servant as usual and after Young Master gets what you want do not forget the contents of our agreement," concluded Litha firmly.

It takes rigor to say it and to have rigidity must pass through the most painful thing, and Litha has gone through it.

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Inserts

Litha got up early as usual, she prepared her husband's office clothes and breakfast. At first glance, nothing seemed to happen except for her eyes that could not be lied to.

But unlike the usual who always accompanied even serving her husband breakfast, Litha preferred to sit alone in the western garden. Just sit there, not thinking or seeing anything. His eyes wandered at the farthest point of his sight, what was there?

The ringing of the phone in Litha's pocket rang, looking at her phone screen, 'Sister Firza called' .

"Hello, Brother ...."

"Hello Lith, am I interrupting your time?"

"No."

"What are you doing now?"

"Just sit in the west garden"

"Morning?"

"Heheheheheh ... "

"You have a problem with Ray, right?"

Ah, why is Firza so sensitive. Litha returned to tears. He immediately wiped his eyes.

"No, sister," said Litha lying.

"There's midnight, right? Brother Firza hasn't slept?" tanya Litha switched the conversation.

"Yet. Ever since our last meeting before you got married, now I like to see the night sky without stars."

"Oh yeah? What attracts dark skies without dots of light?

"Because the dots are like you, Lith."

Litha silently heard Firza's words, did she still put her heart on him? Didn't he say yesterday that he considered Litha his own sister?

"Sorry Lith, I got carried away at night here. Don't you think about what I said, "firza hastily used her nonsense, she doesn't want to cause prejudice that makes Litha uncomfortable.

"Excuse me Madam, Young Master asked the Madam to come see him in the study." Suddenly Mr. Is appeared near him.

Litha nodded with a smile, then she said to Firza, "Sister, I'll excuse you. Ray called me."

"good. Greetings to him."

The phone call ended. Litha stood up, she was going to face Rayyendra, she wanted it all to be over and she had to look fine even though she was actually broken.

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