Sorry for the grammatical errors.

I looked up at the mirror wall covering the entire side of one of the marble walls. This room was very big with black marble walls so was the outside of the big bath tub not far from the massive shower. I woke up my mind running and my emotions everywhere, I couldn't for the life of me stop crying. I clearly didn't know what I had got myself into. The tears from my emotions and pain but mostly pain.

I was in so much of pain that my lip would tremble from time to time from crying, my God it hurt. I looked at my naked body in the mirror wall, my whole upper body was covered in a bandages so were my hands. Lachlan was not anywhere near me when I had woken up and I was glad about that. I was so angry and scared. My trembling hands slowly unwrapped the badges around me as my whole body trembled from the wounds that felt like someone filled them with salt.

The bathroom was filled with my sobs and whimpers as I undid my bandages, the woman Lachlan had assigned to help me knocked on the door asking if I was okay which I responded to with a broken yes. I had pretended to lock the door and told her I didn't want anyone with me in the bathroom, I was too scared to lock it. I wanted to be alone I didn't want anyone else to see me have a major breakdown or cry until my body couldn't produce tears.

I held up my hands my chest moving up and down as my nose failed me, I watched my hands as I shuddered hearing the sound of the hammer hit the nail that was in my hand, over and over again. I could see the stitches but I could tell I would have that scar forever. I didn't even want to examine my back I feared I would just stop breathing, I had a already hard enough time breathing.

I looked at my body, my brown skin was red. I raised my arm up catching a glimpse of something. I shouldn't be surprised but I was. He branded me. I didn't know why it came as such a shock to me that the Viking man branded me. The tattoo on my right side next to my boob proved so. I could feel all the energy leave my body as I fell on legs, I couldn't stop looking at the tattoo neither could I stop crying. He tattooed his name onto my skin, I felt so defeated.

Lachlan O'Sullivan.

Was this my life now, would this be how I spent the rest of my days. Questions ran through my head as I slowly picked myself up from the floor and entered the shower. I had squeezed my eyes shut and bit my tongue as I felt a painful scream at the back of my throat. The loudness of my breathing kept me at bay as I just cried my pain away and tried washing myself. I didn't know what time it was but it was at night, I had slept through the entire day and I was glad.

The hard water beat down on my skin keeping me awake, I felt like I would lose consciousness. My pain levels were too high. The door of the shower opened making me quickly turn around to face the intruder almost falling down. There he stood before me, in his naked glory. All of a sudden my breathing picked up, my body trembled, ringing filled my ears and the lump in my throat grew with every passing second as fresh tears rushed down my face as I pressed my body against the wall trembling as if the temperature was below 0° degrees.

Fear infiltrated my entire being and held me captive as I looked into his green eyes. He gently pulled me closer to him making me whimper at the contact of our bodies and the fire it set to my core, I squeeze my lips together stopping the sobs that threatened to fall out of my lips. I watched him lift up my arm and examine the tattoo of his name, I could see the pride and possessiveness in his eyes. I looked at his feet before closing my eyes to afraid for our eyes to meet.

I didn't know what was going on, I was so much braver than this but then again I've never been so scared in my entire life. I have never met anyone like him in my entire life. "Open your eyes." his voice was deep and stern, I looked up at him blinking every now and then because of the soreness that now came from my eyes, I've been doing way too much crying, I believe no one who was in my shoes would ever stop crying but I needed to have some sort of control.

I looked into his empty green eyes that was protected by his thick lashes. My eyes slowly analysed his face from his sharp jaw that was covered by his neatly trimmed beard to his straight nose. I found it very strange that a person this beautiful could be so twisted. I was trying to understand why I didn't see how fucked up he was. I knew there was something wrong with him from the beginning Lachlan didn't need to speak the aura that surrounded him was like second skin, it stuck to him. Making everyone around be on alert of the darkness he exuded.

I was intrigued. I didn't blame myself, I wouldn't blame myself for Lachlan being fucked up. It wasn't my fault he was a psychopath, I just didn't know how fucked up he was. His looks - his everything - from his looks to the way he carried himself, he himself demanded respect even if you didn't know him you could sense it. I didn't even know how to properly describe him in detail because I've never come across anything like him and now I wish I just kept moving along.

"You branded me." I croaked finally finding my voice looking at the perfect specimen before me. If I survived him I would saty away from men who looked like Greek Gods but then again I've never seen any man who was so handsome. I would just stay away from every man. I was okay with that.

"This is not branding Isla, branding you would require me to mentally fuck you up which the thought of intrigues me." he said making me want to cry, I held my breath as his hands wrapped around my waist, his huge member rock hard against my stomach, my heart was racing in fear. I couldn't keep my gaze on him so I looked at his hard broad chest with war scars littered all over down to his sculpted by the deity's pecks.

"It's a reminder that next time you let anyone touch what belongs to me I won't stop just because the doctor says you could die." his accent thick, his eyes held promise of something far much worse, it scared me. I slowly nodded my head in understanding, his words registering in my mind. Just when I thought I was done with the crying, so he would have killed me just because I sat down and had lunch with Liam, clearly in the beginning I didn't seem to have fully grasped how not okay this man was.

"All of this is mine." he said his voice low and sultry, his hand cupping my womanhood. Possessiveness clear as day in his tone.

I shivered in response to his touch the temperature of my body instantly sky rocketing, my heart pounding against my chest. I looked up at him panic spreading through my body as his eyes clouded by possessiveness darkened.

"Now spread your legs for me love, I want to be buried inside you. "

"Lachlan please don't, my scars haven't healed, my whole body is sore." my trembling voice came out small, the fear in it clear as I placed my trembling hands on his chest. I was afraid he would make my wounds bleed. As much as my mind panicked my body obeyed his touch, my nipples were hard in need of him and goosebumps covered my body.

"Don't beg love, it only excites me." My breath hitched as he smoothly picked me up and slipped my nipple into his mouth making my core clench in want. I was slowly losing control of my body. I couldn't believe how it was reacting to him. It truly did belong to him and not me.

I kept on trying to remind myself of what he did to me, I would never forget, it was still fresh in my mind but the minute his hands touched me they ignited a fire like no other in my body. He pressed me against the wall my legs wrapped around his waist feeling his hard huge abnormal dick against my burning core making me whimper in the need and fear of feeling him inside me as my arms wrapped around his neck, the pain of my back connecting to the wall spread through me making me cry out in pain but it wasn't long before his fingers rubbed against my sensitive clit, turning my cries into soft whimpers. I hated that he was making me feel so good. I could feel the wetness in between my legs get thicker as he sucked on my dark erect nipples.

I closed my eyes tightening my arms around him as two of his thick fingers slipped into me. Everything about this man was big. The pain seemed to be fading, the pleasure from my stomach tightening washed over me as the movement of his thick fingers quickened inside me making me hold my breath. I could feel his gaze on me as I came all over his hands. My legs involuntarily spread for him as his fingers continued moving in and out of me, a deep almost indescribable feeling spreading all over my body making me whimper as I came undone in his arms, my breathing short.

His fingers grazed my clit making me bite my tongue, his fingers were skilled and magical as I quickly reached my peak. I felt his manhood at my entrance fear easily replacing the pleasure as I gulped holding the breath I didn't have. I tried controlling my racing heart knowing what was to come.

I felt his member enter my core as my body trembled at the size. He was huge. The pain set in as I clutched my eyes closed trying to relax my core but I couldn't because just when I thought all of him was inside me he slowly slid in yet again, at a point I felt like he would never stop. I had whimpered out his name pressing my arms around him because my hands felt immobile. When he started moving pleasure took over my body making me tremble in his arms his powerful thrusts making me see stars.

I could feel myself get more wet, Lachlan's dick wasn't normal he was huge so as much as it was pleasurable it was also painful, Lachlan was rough but I could shamefully admit I didn't want him to stop. I withered against him as I climaxed the feeling of pain and pleasure ripping my soul apart, the wind knocked out of my chest, I couldn't catch my breath as I felt another powerful orgasm making me shudder and tears fill my gaze from the pleasure.

The pain I was experiencing from my body now seemed faint as moans spewed out of my mouth. The way that Lachlan gripped onto my body, his finely cut hard body against mine, his kisses on my neck as his powerful thrusts shook me from my core making me tremble and shake in pleasure, I felt as if my world would stop. There was no one else in the world just him and I and I with no power as he held all the power over my body.

He stopped making me look up at him my eyes dazed and clouded in lust, my body still buzzing from my last orgasm, he was still inside me. The terrifying Viking God looked down at me with so much possessiveness and promise in his eyes, I held my breath not being able to hold his gaze but too afraid to divert my gaze. His other hand moved to my neck making my blood run cold as he wrapped his hand around my neck tightening his hold, strong enough to snap me out of my daze but not enough to stop my breathing completely.

"I dare you to provoke me. I will kill you A stóirín." his words were dark and coated in his thick accent doing things to my body. I shuddered at the sound of him using his native tongue. My mind and body were so fucked up because I could feel myself get more wet, even though his words brought terror to my bones and tears to my eyes. (my little treasure.)

"I - I understand - Lachlan I understand." I said my voice broken as I nodded my head placing my hands on his that was around my neck I was afraid he would change his mind and snap my neck, my eyes became wide open as he slowly removed himself from me before slowing inserting his manhood making me hyperventilate as I pressed my hands against his chest leaving his hand when it moved to my other ass cheek bringing me closer, my nails dug into his shoulders at the pain swallowing my body. My body trembled at his size. He clearly wanted my soul.

I popped my eyes open as he started moving yet again making me orgasm not a second later, he didn't stop. The pain made me want to push and scratch at his chest but the pleasure made me want to pull him closer and tell him my body was his, scream he was right, I belonged to him. Ringing filled my ears as my thighs shook, a warm electric feeling snatching my body, whimpers escaping my mouth as I went deaf for a minute a intense orgasm overtaking my senses. I couldn't even push him away I didn't know whether I wanted him to stop because of the pleasure or pain and the very crazed man continued with his powerful rough deep thrusts, making sure my body knew exactly who it belonged to.

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I slowly rubbed my arms together trying to properly apply the lotion looking at myself in the mirror. The last two weeks have been hell, I wouldn't wish the pain I've been through on anyone not even on my greatest enemy. I looked at myself in the mirror looking at the bruises of his hands around my body it almost brought tears to my eyes but I was tired of crying. After the pep talk I had with myself I felt I was doing better.

I remember when I had looked at myself in mirror after a few days when I could walk again from the incident that planted a deeper fear in me for the Viking man. I didn't get to have any medication because of Lachlan the doctor only gave me meds once after a check up and it was because I was in a critical condition. It was after Lachlan rearranged my insides in the shower opening my wounds. When we left the shower I was bleeding.

The pleasure was gone and the deep pain had set in, I couldn't breathe. What I learned from the days with the man was that he wasn't a person who did much talking rather he was observant of everything. And that he liked looking at me and fucking me until I begged him for mercy which he never listened to. I've noticed that even when he seemed relaxed, he was always scary. I remember watching him interacting with one of his brothers in his office.

I continued rubbing the lotion on my skin. My brown skin was glowing which I partially didn't understand because of the situation I was in but the other part of me thought it was because of the mind spiltting pleasure the Viking man rained upon me. My body involuntarily shivered at the thought of him. There was something deeply wrong with the man. Lachlan didn't need to speak for anyone to have warnings flashing around their heads directed at him.

I was tired. I just took a long shower even though we hadn't had sex in three days I was still tired from the last time. The man was a beast. He was insatiable and seemed to be always hungry for me. It scared me and excited my body at the same time because every time he would touch me my body would heat up. I remember sitting on my phone and doing research about it because I didn't understand, my fear for the man was deeper than my anger towards him I didn't understand why my body chose to go at a different direction.

I looked at the handprint that was on my neck as the image of how it got there flashed through my mind making my nipples hard. I forced my attention on my hurt hands because I didn't like neither was I proud of where my mind was headed but I knew I couldn't help it something Lachlan has proved to me many times spite my stubbornness. It's been hell of a journey I could feels tears sting my eyes as I looked at them. I have never been in so much of pain in my entire life. Lachlan was heartless, he didn't once be moved by my pain even when I begged for just a small dose so I could sleep.

I slowly reached for one of the white towels neatly folded in one of the cabinets. I had already wrapped my hands in bandages but I had mistakenly got some lotion on it which was better than getting lotion on the wound so I preferred applying it with my bandages already on , using my wrists and just being careful. I slowly unwrapped the bandage from my hands and felt appreciation and relief that it was healing. I went out of the bathroom heading for the walk in closet for more bandages because the ones in the bathroom cabinet were finished.

I looked around taking my time also looking for what I would wear because I didn't want to come back in here. I didn't want to wear a dress today but I also didn't want to wear anything that would be a nuisance if it was up to me I would settle for one of his shirts and it call it a day. After looking at his sweats and his t-shits. I settled for a floral plain white dress that ended just above my knees, my mind wouldn't let me wear anything that was his. I took my bandages and dress back into the room with a towel still tightly wrapped around me.

The moment I walked out I got busy with dressing myself with care not to wound myself. My attention went to the bathroom door and uneasiness filled me because I didn't remember whether I left it open or closed, I tensed thinking of maybe Lachlan being back, my body jerked at the pain coming from my left hand the dress getting caught on my hand. I could feel tears burn the back of my eyes as I stopped and slid it off wrapping a towel around me glaring at the dress.

I wanted to cry because of the simple act of not being able to dress myself frustrated me. The door to the room opened making me freeze as I watched him walk in and close the door after him as always he looked too damn good. The contrast in the dark redness of his tamed hair and trimmed beard to the navy suit he had on was beautiful. The man wore suits and I was more than convinced that they were made for him. The abnormal attraction I felt for him I had settled with myself because I didn't want to end up hating myself for something I couldn't control.

Maybe it was his godly features, maybe it was the power he naturally had or the indescribable aura that made everyone aware that he wasn't just any man. I didn't know and I hadn't figured it out, after the therapeutic talk I had with the woman in the mirror I felt better, something I would do in the past which helped me. I looked at the beautiful Viking psychopath standing before me a little bit shocked he was here at this hour.

"Good morning. Why are you back so early - I mean - I didn't think you would be back so early." I said trying to calm my nerves as I looked at him before looking at my hands noticing I hadn't bandaged them.

"A few things I needed to sort out." He said his eyes still looking at me as if I was fresh meat. There was nothing I didn't want to do at this moment than to hide from him.

"I need to go, I wanted to take a tour of the house today." I said remembering that he had allowed me to leave the room if I pleased, picking up my dress but paused before I could try and slip it on. I wanted to head for the bathroom but I knew better, the last time I tried that he choked me into unconsciousness.

"Isla I'm not a man with patience." He started, the sentence alone making me gulp. All of a sudden my hands started being antsy and my mind seemed to be highly on alert. I wished I could tighten the towel around me but I was too scared to. The look in the giant Viking man set of fear in the depths of my core.

"Do you think I don't know the difference when you are sleeping or when you are pretending to sleep?" He asked his tone low and calculated. I knew he expected an answer. I could feel my blood run cold as my feet started moving away from him he didn't once move as he stared at me.

"I'm so- Lachlan please." My breathing had picked up, my back connecting with the wall as I felt trapped. The way that I feared this man was scary to me. The way my heart beat in my chest it sounded like canon balls being set off.

"Please what love?" he asked his accent thick and his eyes never leaving me as he came closer inspecting my fearful form.

"Please don't hurt me." I whispered tears flowing down my cheeks. I couldn't hold them back, what I was holding back were sobs because the thought of him wanting to hurt me again scared me, I don't think I could physically go through what he put me through the last time. The fact that no one had the power to stop him brought tears to my eyes.

"What did you think avoidance would lead you to love?" He asked a lot closer than before as I stared at his chest my breathing irrational.

"I - I wasn't avoiding you. I swear I wasn't avoiding you." This made him deeply chuckle as he stared at me before I could recall he took my hand in his driving his thumb through my wound that wasn't bandaged making me scream and almost lose balance. My body started trembling. His big thick thoumb was still through my hand as he held me up by it.

"I won't keep on repeating myself to you. Lie again love." He said even though the room was filled with my scream his voice was curt and clear through the noise as he dared me with his eyes.

"I'm sorry-I- I'm sorry please - I was I will never do it again. It didn't start of as intentional Lachlan I -I swear I am-I -I - I am really terrified of you and every time you-you are around I feel like crying at first I couldn't even speak properly or directly to you because of my fear so I started sleeping more-more and -and when I noticed I barely saw you when I always slept I started doing it on purpose I was- I was I was also afraid that you would rip my wounds apart -" I looked away pushing the words out of my mouth knowing he would do worse as sobs fell from my mouth. My bottom lip trembling.

"During -during s-sex - and I didn't want to be in pain Lachlan - my-my wounds were healing and the-the pain is excruciating- and you won't let me have any meds I can barely sleep because of the pain. I am sorry. Please forgive me -please forgive me Lachlan." My voice was now hoarse as I continued crying and trembling in pain his thump was still rooted through my hand. The top of the towel was starting to become red because of the blood travelling from the wound down my arms to the towel. I was in so much of pain I couldn't believe my tongue could still work that I could speak, it was probably because of him.

"And what makes you think I won't rip your wounds apart now? " he asked me making me look at him with pure fear in my eyes, I didn't have an answer.

"I- I will never do it again. I-I will never -ever -" I whimpered in pain as he removed his thumb. I kept on repeating the words my whole arm trembling in pain. I could literally now see through my hand the hole was bigger and the pain was unbearable but I kept my eyes on him. My whole body joining my hand. The blood now trailed down my hand as I now stood half naked before him the towel long gone.

"I won't be so lenient the next time. I don't give a fuck about your fear,  I dare you to continue with whatever the fuck you are doing I will cancel all my plans for the day and give you my undivided attention. Do you understand Isla?" His tone scared me. He didn't need to speak again his words were burnt into my brain. I could feel the snot in my nose and I couldn't stop my tears. I was in so much of pain.

"Y-yes -yes I do-yes I understand." I repeated holding my hand. The pain was spreading to my arm because I couldn't move my arm at all. The towel had long been gone but I didn't care about that right now. He moved away from me and entered the bathroom I could hear some water running, the moment he left the room I fell to my ass and sobbed my heart out. My other arm wrapped around myself as I cried on the floor. I was all alone with him there was no one to help me. I was terrified.

He was upset because I avoided him, I wasn't allowed to avoid him even after hurting me. I wasn't even avoiding him I was scared to speak to him and be around him because he was a psychopath and I couldn't even do that, I was scared, scared what my future looked like. My body started feeling cold I didn't care about the amount of blood I seemed to be losing or that I was now becoming dizzy. I was just too scared to move, too scared to even breathe. I wished for a dark hole where I could hide.

I felt his hands wrap around me as he picked me up. I didn't dare try and fight him even though the minute I sensed him I wanted to crawl back in fear and plead my case. He placed me into a tub filled with warm water which helped the coldness I had suddenly felt. The pain from my hand, the water entering my wound made me quiver. My throat was sore and I just couldn't anymore. I didn't know what I did to deserve this.

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