Chapter A Hundred and Two
“wait, slow down. I need to get some water” I tell him but he doesn't even turn back to look at me as we exit and head down the hall.
He opens the door to the outside washroom and pushes me inside before he comes in and closes the door after him.
I don’t know why I reached a hand for his face. why I want to touch him, feel him. Maybe it’s to make sure this isn’t another one of his cruel games, or to confirm that he’s not angry at me.
He pulls back before my hand meets his skin and I flinch disappointed, my hand falling limply to my side.
Suddenly and so fast, I think I blink, his hand pulls at the strap of my dress and I gasp at the sound of tearing cloth. I try getting away from him, but no matter how invincible I think I am, I’m unable to move him, let alone peel him off me.
If anything, with each of my wiggles and protests, he tears the dress further until it falls off me and pools around my feet. Cold air swallows me in a cocoon and forms goosebumps on my skin. I lift my leg to kick but stumble. He tightens his hold on my throat, slamming me against the wall.
“Ahhh!” I cry out in pain.
He uses the chance to rip at my bra and yanks it down my flailing arms. I arch off the wall, but he grabs one breast in a harsh grip and pinches my aching nipple, then twists it in the opposite direction. My teeth sink into the cushion of my lower lip, but I’m unable to stifle a whimper.
His mouth finds the other nipple and he sucks, then bites until I’m crying out. My nerve endings swell, sending signals in all different directions.
He does it again, twisting and sucking, giving me relief, then bites down harder than the first time making sure to cut the skin and make me scream. He yanks down my panties, despite my flailing and puts it in my mouth to keep me from making a sound.
He starts pinching me and gets more violent and out of control until all the lines blur. Pain is too similar to pleasure. Wrong is too close to right.
“Ahhh…oh, God…”
“No one will save you, your mine to do with as I please. Do you hear me? Mine.” The masculine edge of his voice veils sadism so deep, it shakes me to my core.
He bites down on the tight bud again and I swear he’s going to draw blood again.
“Jesus…” I whimper.
both of us know I’ll never be able to overpower him i know that he’s only using the bare minimum of his strength to subdue me.
It's crazy but he used to feel emotionally closer to me before even though he used to hurt me then too, like he might stop any second. But now, l
true monster with no Off button.
We’re both breathing harshly, my breaths more shattered than his. I’m on the ground, completely naked, being crushed down by his weight. I attempt to slip from him, but he shoves my face into the floor with his merciless grip on the back of my neck. His weight eases off me and he slips a hand against my stomach, then pushes me up so that I’m on my shaky elbows, my cheek still pressed to the ground.
Cyrus grabs a fistful of my hair and hauls me to my knees. I shriek when pain explodes at the roots along my skull. He appears in front of me as he grips his hard cock with one hand and tightens his hold around my hair with the other. I don't know when he opened his trousers or took himself out but it's there. He slaps my mouth with his dick, ripping a strange strangled sound from me.
“Open.”
My lips part and my tongue tentatively sticks out. He thrusts all the way in and uses his grip on my hair to keep me from moving. My gag reflex immediately kicks in and I slap at his thighs, my broken nails digging in his thighs so he’d give me some air but he doesn’t.
He chokes me with his cock until my lungs burn and my eyes sting. A hollow sputtering sound tears from my throat and my spit douses his thickness and my chin. I whimper, but the sound is barely audible.
He pulls out, then thrusts back in, deeper, rougher. I gurgle on my drool. Just when I think he’ll suffocate me, he pulls back. I splutter, coughing and tasting the distinctive saltiness of his precum.
He lets me take in some air before he pounds in again, hitting the back of my throat. He has my hair in a vice grip as he thrusts his hips with increasing force. There’s no catching my breath—or air at all. The maddening rhythm of in, out, deeper, rougher repeats over and over again in a dance of dominance.
Sebastian pulls out of my mouth and lets my hair out of his grip, I cry out as I lose balance and fall backwards. He’s on me in no time, his hand parting my thighs and his thumb finding my clit, twisting and rubbing. A muffled cry echoes in the air and I realize it’s mine as the orgasm hits me. Just like that. He didn’t even try and I’m already riding a wave, as I keep coming and coming.
He pulls me to my feet and bends me on the bathroom sink, his large body like a shadow over me as his hand loops around my neck. He thrusts inside me so violently, I sob. Not because it hurts, though it does, or because he’s huge, even though his dick feels that way, but because of everything. I arch my back, taking more of him in. I’m not fighting anymore as my body recognizes his and we fall into a magical synergy.
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