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“I never said I’d given up on him or that I had intentions on giving him up. Try all you want, Alpha, you’ll never break me,” I snarled.
“I will win you over,” Ethan promised.
The hand on my backside squeezed. Hard. His fingers slid down and I felt the warm blood spread as he dragged his fingers through it. He pried apart the sensitive broken skin from the belt. His fingers dug into the filleted open flesh. I tried to wriggle free but got nowhere. Instead, I felt the pain intensify.
“If you would just let it be and accept me, you would see how good it could be. How good I could be. I won’t waste my time asking you to give yourself to me. Because I know that one day, you will,” Ethan said confidently.
Dread hammers into me as time quickly runs out. The wait is almost over as Ethan whispers filthy things into my ear and releases himself from his pants. The sound of the material falling to the floor as me thrashing as I tried to get away. I hate the rough fingers that find my opening and I hate the soft crown of his head as he pushed it against unwilling flesh.
“I think I know what could make this easier for you,” Ethan murmured.
His hot breath against my ear sends shivers down my spine. I swallowed the lump at the back of my throat.
“Nothing would make this easier. Let’s not pretend that you actually care for me,” I spat. The anger and bitterness was evident in my tone, I didn’t bother to conceal it.
“Maybe I have questions,” Ethan murmured.
“You’re fucked if you think I would care about how you feel,” I screeched.
“Do you think about him when you’re with me?” Ethan asked. He pushed his hips forward and the head of his cock pushed into me. “Have you ever pretended it was his cock inside of you?” Ethan huffed. I threw my head back and smiled when it connected with his nose. He cursed and I stared happily at the moon. “Have you ever admitted to yourself that you wanted this?” Ethan asked. His lips were on my neck and I tried to move away as he thrust his hips forward. His hardness pushed through wet folds and I groaned. “You’ve never been so wet for me. Is all it takes to make you wet the mention of him?” Ethan growled. His free hand comes around and grips my hair. He yanks down on it as he shoved his hips forward and impales me on his hardness.
“Fuck you,” I gasped.
I was trapped, unable to escape. The nights brought the devil. He released my hair and ran his hand over my plump ass. He gripped and pulled them apart and I could feel his perverted gaze on my asshole. Shame filled me as I felt filleted open and forced to be seen.
“Do you?” Ethan asked.
“I only want him. I want him and only him. You’ll never compare. He has everything you don’t. He is everything he doesn’t. I’ll wait an eternity for him. I’ll never stop waiting for him,” I promised.
“We’ll see, won’t we, My Queen? I’d love to see who’s right,” Ethan murmured.
He pulled out of me and drove into me over and over again. I was forced to take him, unable to get away no matter how badly I wanted to get away. I wanted to disappear. The desperation was my only friend in this cold dark lonely place. The only thing I held onto when the devil visited my chambers was the memory of a man that abandoned me.
“It’s him. It’ll only ever be him,” I cried.
“But he’s not here right now, is he? Where is he? Did he come for you? If he was someone so great, why didn’t he take you with him? Why aren’t you by his side right now?” Ethan asked. “Maybe you should be asking yourself why you keep waiting for someone who isn’t coming.”
I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe. Ethan is above me and the truth to his words reach deep into my soul. I’ve already made up my mind to continue to fight him but that doesn’t mean that his words don’t stroke my darkest thoughts, my biggest fears. The pain his words bring me are enough to have me wish for death.
For once, the thought of him isn’t enough to keep me going. For the first time the thought of him hurts me more than this monster who stands behind me using my body for his own selfish pleasure. For the very first time since coming to Crimson Moon pack, I focus on the man using me. Right now, there’s only him and me. There’s only the two of us. There’s only the hardness of his body taking from me. There’s only the battle of our wills, and mine wavers as he continues to use me.
“That’s right. There you go. Squeeze my cock with that tight cunt of yours,” Ethan groans.
I cried out as my orgasm rips through me. I cried out as he demands my pleasure and my body bends to his well. I cried out as Ethan’s movements quickened. It’s rough and unforgiving. It’s not… him.
“It’s not him fucking you. It’s not his cock inside of you. It’s not him you’re giving this cunt to. It’s not him you’re coming for. It’s not him you’re pleasing. It’s only me here. Me,” Ethan gritted out. He growled as he erupted inside of me. I knew he enjoyed getting off on torturing me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he filled me. My shoulders relaxed and my body rested against the glass as I let go.
Ethan pulled out of me and I collapsed. I waited to meet the floor but when I didn’t I opened my eyes. Strong arms wrapped around me and I was lifted into the air. I refused to look at him as he carried me away from the moonlight and into the darkness. That’s what he was after all, he was the darkness that enveloped me. I closed my eyes as he lowered me to the bed. He covered me and swiped my hair from my face. I didn’t move, I didn’t breathe as Ethan lowered his hand and left me. Only when the door closed, and his footsteps receded did I allow myself to sob. The night was as long as my guilt was heavy.
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