Doing the deed

He lower his head and his lips join mine which was firmly closed, he bit my lips causing me to open up due to the pain. With the way he is kissing, I kept but wonder if his dislike for women is only a facade.

As if hearing my thoughts, the gentle kiss turn to something fierce and painful. His teeth dig into my lips causing me to shut my eyes and wiggle my hands in his tight grip trying to set them free, a small sob escape my lips and tears like a waterfall came falling down.

I can't do this, what if I back out and tell him I don't want to? but I don't have the money to pay him, I might go to jail or worst end up in a ditch on one of the streets of New York.

"please." I begged but he didn't heed to my begging, I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.

His hands move to my my bra, he unhook it and discarded it, throwing it in one corner of the room. My tears couldn't stop flowing, I have never been bare in front of any man, my sobs continue with his lips still on mine, my tears meant nothing to him.

He let go of his hold on my hand, his lips trail to my neck kissing and leaving evidence of what is happening behind the closed doors of this room. When his cold lips touch my stomach, it deep and my chest puffed up.

His lips left my stomach and came to my chest. Hi locked, pull, nibbled and bite my nipples, his hand giving the other the same amount of attention, I place my hand on his chest to create space between us, trying to get away from him.

"keep pushing me and I will have no choice but to tie you little hands to the headboard." he threatened and quickly took my hands away from his chest.

"good girl, now stop crying." that request is hard to follow, I can't control my tears. His hand trace lines from my stomach to my waistline, then to the hem of my lacy pant, I shuddered when he tug on it, he rip it.

Out of fear, my legs voluntarily try to shut itself but with him standing between my legs it was a futile attempt.

My eyes shut and a painful hiss left my mouth when his finger entered me, my toes curl and my hands grip the bedsheet, fresh batch of tears spill out of my eyes, I could feel the warmness which suddenly turn cold.

His finger move in and out, I try not to cave in to the pleasure which was crawling in but it was hard and finally gave in and hate myself for it.

His finger doubled and hiss again, he kiss me on the lips and pull out his fingers. I saw him pulled back, I thank my stars thinking he has grown a conscience and has decide to let me go but I thought wrong because at the very moment he pull down his boxers, his eyes caging me.

Spreading my legs which had closed itself, he position himself, I closed my eyes welcome the upcoming pain which did came when he thrust into me harshly, I yelp due to the pain.

He stop moving to look at me with a surprise look which didn't go like the other times "why didn't you tell me your a virgin?" he ask, I turn my face away not wanting to look him in the eye, I may have given in but it doesn't mean I don't hate this man on top of me.

"I ask you a question and I demand for an answer." I turn to look at him, my lips part to say "what's the point? it won't change a thing, will it stop you from being a heartless jerk?" I retorted, anger darken in his eyes.

"how many times do I have to tell you to watch your mouth? I am a heartless jerk right? OK." he thrust in with so much force I yelled, the pleasure which I felt evaporated and all I could feel was pain.

He thrust moving fast, I bit the bedsheet in an attempt to cool down the pain and muffle my cries "please stop, it hurts." my pleads fell on deaf ears because he didn't stop moving.

I felt my walls tighten, my orgasm building up and he grew bigger, I could feel the walls stretch due to increase of his already big size inside of me.

He release inside of me, he kiss me, biting my already wounded lips before pulling out.

I curl myself up into a ball and quietly sob, my tears wetting the soft pillow under my head which couldn't give me comfort. He left the bedroom and entered the bathroom, my eyes felt heavy and gave up and let it close.

In the bathroom, my grip on the bathroom sink was firm, my knuckles turn white. I just took a girls innocence away and I wasn't gentle, someone who is going to give me what I want.

Has my heart turn cold that I discarded her tears? Amaya is a different girl, a girl who is willing to do anything for her family and I took advantage for that.

But this is good though, I believe this will teach her lesson not talk back at me or shower me with insults. I wash up and went to the room and saw her curled up into a ball, she was fast asleep, trace of dried tears on her cheeks.

My eyes turn to the blood stain on the sheets which was an evidence of her innocence. I carry her naked body to the bathroom, I gently drop her in the bathtub and went to change the sheets before coming back to clean her up.

I took her to the bed after drying the water on her body, I gently tug her in before joining her. I may be heartless but it doesn't mean I don't feel some emotions. I drifted to sleep dreaming about what I need few hours ago.