It all happened in a single second, a rough hand grabbing my arm, pulling me up, and then within the same second, I was being pushed in a way that my head dangled from the couch, and the rest of my body was on the couch as my eyes stared at the ceiling.
It had taken mere seconds.
With a gust of wind, he was hovering over me. My eyes widened as he placed his one knee on the side, leaning down enough to make his manhood slap against my lips. “Open, Dolcezza.”
I did, because I had no other choice. As he forced me to swallow his huge rod, my vision began to blur at the edges. His thrusts didn’t slow; instead, as if he was possessed by some deep, dark desire, he penetrated further and further. In this position, his manhood reached the depths of my throat.
My thoughts left me, and so did my sanity. I couldn’t think of anything, let alone breathe. This man was the epitome of madness. He did not care if I would break this way, if I would never be able to see myself again. All he cared about was his pleasure.
The weak noises of my breathing and the shivers of my coughing merely caused him to swell with blood. Making me feel like I was about to have my throat pierced. I heard him let out a throaty chuckle, and suddenly, an intense pressure was placed between my legs. Startled, the intrusion made me panic, and the maniac took this opportunity to go even deeper.
No. No, please…
But my pleas didn’t reach him fully. The dress was shredded, and the remnants clung to my trembling flesh. A yelp bubbled in my throat, swallowed by his manhood as he grabbed the hem of my panties and pulled them aside, gently rubbing his two fingers on my womanhood.
I reached my limit. The sudden invasion made my body feverish. I had never felt this way before, this sense of pain and… something strange. Adrian never treated me this way ever. He was such a caring man, making sure I was comfortable enough for him to have sex with me. Our sex life was all soft and sweet. He’d kiss me, fondle me and make love to me.
But this… this was entirely different.
The man I was about to have sex with, the one who murdered Adrian, the one whose name I still didn’t know, had no soft bones in his body.
He didn’t kiss, he didn’t fondle me… and I knew he wouldn’t make love to me.
He’d fuck me, but not before ruining me first, moulding my body to the shape of his fingers.
Tears hadn’t stopped flowing; instead, they only made it worse. It didn’t make sense. What did he want from me? From a girl so broken she was afraid of gathering her own pieces. He’d left no choice but to turn to him.
“You’re wet.” I shut my eyes, clenching my thighs together, but he only slapped them open before caressing my folds with tenderness he didn’t have. “Your cunt’s dripping, Dolcezza.”
No.
This was my body’s reaction, not my soul’s. This was just my body.This was just my body. I reminded myself again and again. But the monster above me had other plans; his hand cupped my core, and his thrusts became slow now, but deeper. He growled animalistically before pulling his entire manhood out, but I could feel the tip against my lips.
He slapped it against my cheek once, twice, and then ejaculated all over my face. Shame flooded my veins, making me wish for hell. My vision clouded over, and I blinked my eyes rapidly before I saw black dots. I blinked again, and this time it was his satisfied face I saw before I lost consciousness.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The Art of Breaking
I woke up to a strange scent. A little lost and with throbbing pain in my throat. I felt the softness underneath me and a bubbling sensation of dread. I didn’t want to wake up.
Swallowing the thickness with pain, I turned to my side to see an unknown but warm embrace from someone. My chest still had this feeling of stuffiness, even if I remembered passing out. I could feel the corners of my mouth being cracked and stretchy. And even opening it too much was painful.
I twisted, trying to break free when a deep, rough voice grumbled in my ear. “You’re awake.”
I froze.
Muscles locked as the rough timbre of his voice slithered into my ear. A slow, creeping tremor unfurled within me as if it’d squeeze the air out of my lungs. No.No, no, no.
I tried to pull away, but the arm draped over my waist tightened, yanking me back against the solid heat of his chest. My pulse hammered against my ears, drowning out any other sound but the slow breathing of his against my skin.
“Please…” As if I was once again shoved over the couch, and violated, I plead. Because that’s all I could do. I didn’t want him to touch me again after what he did. I never thought he’d be this brutal.
I gasped as he flipped me onto my back. My body hit the mattress, and the sheets tangled around my legs, making me unable to move them. My breath came out in shallow, uneven pants as a violent tremor rippled through my limbs, and the world spun. My head was still foggy from the suffocating darkness I’d woken up in.
My eyes blinked rapidly until I adjusted to the sight of him. Towering over me. Naked.
My stomach lurched. The heat of his skin radiated against mine, a sickening reminder that I was bare too. No barrier, no protection, just my trembling body beneath his.
