Obsessed with Me - When she rejected him, he set out to destroy her - book 1 by Eve Rabi Read Free Book Online Page B

tosses me into it in front of everyone.
    Once again, I fight and splash and cough and somehow manage to surface. When I get to the side of the pool, I look at him laughing at me.
    I lose it – “ Jou bliksem (You bastard)! Ek sal jou doodmaak (I will kill you!)!” The profanity, in Afrikaans too, just oozes from my mouth without me even thinking. Maybe I swallowed too much chlorinated water or something – to be cursing? To be cursing in Afrikaans ?
    A hush filled the place. All eyes now on Tarago.
    Have I gone too far?
    “Vyf,” he says in surprised, but humble voice, “you just spoke Afrikaans, vyf.”
    I glare at him, my eyes bulging, my breath coming out in spurts.
    “You just spoke the oppressor’s language, vyf.”
    People start to laugh.
    “Aaarrrggghhh!” I scream and get out of the pool. “You better sleep with your eyes opened you son-of-a-bitch!”
    He just laughs.
    “Motherfucking arsehole! I will knife you. I promise I will.”
    His guffawing progresses to some table slapping.
    “Now we can see your tits!” Erika says.
    I’m wearing a white summer top and a flowing white skirt. Right now, through my top you can see my breasts and my hardened nipples.
    Quickly, I cross my hands over my chest and storm out of the party, Tarago’s laughter ringing in my ears. I pause at the entrance to flash him my middle finger.
    As I walk to my room, I think about the melt-down I just had – what the hell am I turning into? I’m swearing and cussing in Afrikaans, I’m making threats …I think Tarago is turning me into a mental case already.
    I really need to get my shit together.
    No, no, no – I need to get out of here.
    Now.
    Or someone’s going to die soon.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
     
    With my room light off, I stand at the window and look at the moonlight bouncing off the water in the distance. Some other time, I would have found it beautiful, even magical. Not tonight. Tonight I’m furious with everyone in this house. Especially with Tarago.
    How dare he let people treat me like that? How dare he call me vyf and allow others to call me that? Demean me. I am his wife, for crying out loud!
    So deep in thought I am, I do not hear him enter my room until he is behind me. He moves aside my hair and plants a kiss on my neck.
    I tense up.
    “What?”
    I turn around, almost into him. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that again,” I hiss.
    “I will talk to you any way I like,” he says in an arrogant voice. “You are my woman. I paid for you. I will talk to you any way I want to. He grabs me by the waist to kiss me.
    “Fuck you!” I hiss and shove him away.
    He grabs me by the shoulders. I react by sinking my teeth deep into his arm.
    “Aaarrrggghhh!” he screams.
    I use the opportunity to dart out of reach. He lunges after me, grabs me by the waist and throws me onto the bed.
    I turn around and lash out – my nails raking his face. That doesn’t deter him. He doesn’t miss a beat. With a laugh, he moves aside his head.
    He’s simply too strong for me to fight him, but that doesn’t stop me. As he climbs over me, I try to knee him in the groin. He simply relaxes into me, using his 6’4, one hundred or so kilos of body weight as a strait-jacket.
    “You fucking asshole, I’m not your monkey!”
    With a chuckle, he simply raises both my hands over my head and puts his face in mine. 
    With my chest heaving, I glare at him.
    “That’s what I like about you – you don’t come easy, vyf. You make me work for it. I like that.”
    With a snarl, I try to wriggle from under him.
    He just laughs. “That’s it, vyf? That’s all you have?”
    I don’t answer.
    “Don’t stop now. You’re turning me on. No woman has ever made me fight for her.”
    I freeze. I don’t want to turn him on at all.
    Squeezing my eyes shut, I let my head drop to the side.
    He holds both my hands with one of his, and uses his other hand to grab my chin and turn my face to his.
    “ Kyk na my, vyf (Look at me,