Fight
*Content Warning: Violence of a sexual nature is depicted in this chapter and may be triggering for some readers.*
Ethan’s calloused hand grip disappeared from my cheek. Panic spread through me as he shuffled behind me. My heartbeat pounded in my hears and I clenched the bed sheets. I jerked wildly in an attempt to break free. Smack. Ethan’s palm comes down on my backside and I cry out in surprise. His hand grips my hip and lifts my me up until I’m on my knees.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
Ethan releases my hands but before I can try and crawl away he grabs a bunch of my hair and holds me down. I cry out in pain and fight against him as he pushes himself against my backside. My eyes find the night sky outside my window and I’m reminded of all the nights I spent here with him. As much as I don’t want to think of him while I’m here with Ethan, I can’t help it. I pray it doesn’t taint the memory, but I need something, anything. Maybe if I just think of him I can get through this.
“You’ll take what I give you and you’ll fucking like it. I’m tired of that mouth,” Ethan snarled.
He was an arrogant prick and I wanted nothing more than to cut his dick off. There was a burning sensation where his hand connected with my backside. Without warning, he forces himself into me. His hardness pushes inside of me and I have no choice but to take what he gives me. Inch by inch slams into me and I feel disgusting. I feel vile and tarnished. I’m thrust forward with the force of his hips and some of my hair rips from my scalp as his hold tightens.
My body shakes and I hate the way he stills. The sound of his breathing has my stomach rolling. He flexes his legs and I feel him jerk inside of me. I cry out as I try to wiggle free but it only makes him moan. Tears stream freely now as he pulls out slowly. I wasn’t ready, it never felt this way with him. I’m dry and it hurts.
It hurts so much.
He groans and I reach back with my claws extended. I claw blindly everywhere at anything as hard as I can. When my claws catch skin, I scratch, tear, and rip. I’m in a frenzy as I fight to get free. I cry desperately as I fight for my life. This is the first time I’ve thanked the Goddess that he didn’t mark me. He won’t have to feel the pain of me being with another. This pain is mine and mine alone.
Ethan thrusts forward and I have no choice but to face the situation I’m in. I’m forced to feel him inside of me. This time is easier, and physically it doesn’t hurt as much. I blanch at the thought of his saliva inside of me. I feel dirty, oh, so dirty.
“Fight all you want, Adealine. It only turns me on more. You’ll grow to like this. You’ll grow to need this. You’ll learn to crave this cock,” Ethan growled as he continued to force himself onto me.
I tried to look around me to help distract me from what was going on. I needed a way out. I couldn’t get free but fuck him if he thought I was just going to take it. I moved my legs under me as I continued to try and crawl away. I grabbed the sheets and tried to push myself forward and away from him. The bed rattles with our movements and I know I’ll never forget the sound. The sheets bundled under me and my breasts rub painfully against the mattress beneath me. I cried out with each thrust of his hips. He yanked my hair, pulling my head back but I didn’t stop. I fought my hardest to get away from him. Liquid dripped from my scalp and into my eyes. He groaned and picked up his pace as he chased whatever disgusting high he was feeling. He released my hip and his hand blocked the view of the stars. Finally. A way to hurt him. I smiled at the opportunity he’d given me.
Mistake.
I don’t even hesitate as open my mouth and jerk forward as hard as I can. My mouth wraps around flesh and my canines drive into his forearm. He cried out and jerked back. He pulled out of me and I dug my canines deeper. I drank his blood like a predator ripping into its prey.
Die.
Die.
Die.
Fucking die, Ethan.
Liquid splashed onto my backside and his hard length slapped against my flesh. I froze. I should be happy that it was over, I should thank the goddess that he didn’t come in me. My body trembled. I felt nothing but fear and shame.
“I like it. Keep biting me, Princess. You only pushed me over the edge,” Ethan cooed. Disgusted by his words, I released him. “You’re mine, Adealine. Mine today and mine tomorrow.”
Ethan yanked my hair to the other side and my face was pushed into the bed. He rolled off of me and the bed dipped as he lay by my side. I glared at him as he put his hands behind his head. He may have thought I’d stop fighting now that he was finished, but this war between us was only just beginning. I sat up and threw a leg over him.
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