Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 133: Chap-133*The Deadly Honeymoon.*

Cynthia Dion:

"Ehm! Your friend fell asleep in my room. She must be quite tired," Atticus remarked as he loomed in the doorway, his tone sounding more spiteful than conversational.

"Why don't you spend some time with her, then?" I replied, keeping my focus on the dishes I was washing.

"Why don’t you want me to eat your pussy tonight?" He whispered," he muttered in a hushed tone. In response to his remark, I clenched my muscles and held my tongue, utterly incredulous.

"That's what you were begging for, isn't it?" He sneered, the contempt in his voice unmistakable, resonating with every word.

I spun around and shot him a withering glare, my eyes brimming with tears.

With a forceful motion, he slammed the door shut and advanced toward me as I stammered, "Get out and leave me be. It's revolting that you would presume you can..."

I instantly snatched the knife from the knife holder and aimed it at him. I was not going to let him touch me.

"Give it a shot, and I won't hesitate to retaliate!" I shouted.

A shiver ran down my spine as I observed him draw near, leaning against the counter with a sly grin playing on his lips.

He shook his head and pretended to be unhappy. "That’s not fair," As he approached me, he grinned and said, "You can’t just make me horny and then back off."

Atticus!" I tried to sound brash and assured, but he could tell I was trembling with fear.

"Why?" He slowly took the knife out of my hand and set it down on the counter while bending over me.

He pressed his lips against my neck and whispered, "Just admit that you desperately want to be with me again. Tell me what pleasure you desire from me," as he gradually placed his hand on my stomach and slid it down to lift my dress. He murmured in my ear.

Atticus! I... after what you did," I gasped, biting my tongue to stifle any sound as his fingers ventured into my pants. I desperately wanted to express my refusal and disgust towards how he made me feel, but an inexplicable force prevented me from speaking. It wasn't my human self that desired him, that much I knew. My breath hitched and I shut my eyes tightly as his finger teased my clitoris.

I felt a brief vibration from him before he let out a loud groan, causing him to abruptly move away from me.

He laughed with contempt and said, "Look at you, shameless!" before turning to leave. Overwhelmed with shame and disgust,

I immediately started crying.

"Why? Why won't you just leave on your own?" His voice grew louder, and a tear fell from his eye as he said, "Leave me alone, and I won't spare a glance at a manipulative person like you ever again." The whining ceased as I sensed his pain.

"Why won't you disclose what I've done?" I pressed, trying to sound assertive, but my trembling fear betrayed me.

"Is it about those messages?" I shouted in an attempt to grab his attention, but he simply walked away.

In a quivering voice, I asked, "What can I do to clear my name of the accusations they've leveled against me?" As I recalled the anger and malice in his gaze, my heart ached.

It pained me that I still had to stay up an hour past my bedtime to tidy up the kitchen before heading to my room.

With Mr. Holt opting to spend the night with Maleeka, I was able to cry myself to sleep without fear of waking him up.

I was trying to catch some much-needed rest and recharge for the day when a loud boom reverberated in my ears.

Although I hadn't witnessed the door slam shut, the painful pinch on my cheek made me scream in agony, jolting me awake with a rush of fear and panic.

I heard Mr. Holt's voice saying, "Good morning," as he attempted to rouse me.

I was just about to ask what was going on when he seized my arm and forcefully pulled me out of bed.

"What's your game?" I grumbled, voicing my displeasure at his actions.

He ushered me into the bathroom, urging me to freshen up, and boomed, "We're embarking on our honeymoon."

"Honeymoon?" I gasped, recalling the true reason behind his desire for this trip.

"Indeed!" His voice reverberated through the room, and he declared, "It's time for my wife and me to unite."

"What are you implying?" I inquired, meeting Mr. Holt's unwavering gaze as he stood within the bathroom doorway.

"Do you have trouble hearing?" With a labored breath, he said, "Get ready, we're heading to Bali," struggling to maintain his composure but clearly failing, as something had undoubtedly occurred.

"Why all of a sudden?" I was reluctant to go with him. He would not only attempt to have sex with me, but if he were successful, he would be aware that I was no longer a virgin.

He shook his head and trailed us into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "I knew you'd put up a fight," he remarked.

I gasped and distanced myself from him, then reached for the shower. "I can handle it on my own," I nervously asserted.

Fortunately, he spared me the discomfort of undressing in front of him. Instead, he instructed, "Well then, hurry up and be out in five minutes." He exited the bathroom but left the door partially open.

"No! Don't close the door completely," he shouted as he observed me from the slightly ajar door, and I cautiously approached it.

I objected, feeling exceptionally exposed with the door open and his eyes on me. "I won't take a shower with you watching," I protested.

"Would you prefer I call your father? Cynthia!" I reluctantly lowered my gaze and began to undress as he remarked, "It'll only take two minutes to negotiate for your sister."

He had already threatened to harm my sister. In a hurry, I quickly removed all my clothes and positioned myself under the shower, covering my intimate area with my knee and my breasts with my arm. He coerced me into this act, and although it disgusted me, it became apparent that he wasn't trying to invade my privacy. He continued using his phone, averting his gaze in the opposite direction. It struck me as peculiar. It seemed like his actions were driven by a motive other than being close to me. Anxiously, I searched for a way to escape the impending danger, but he didn't even allow me a moment to devise a plan.