Cracking my heart open. Destroying what remained.
Not him. Anyone but him.
My face fell into the bed. I felt my tears soak into the fabric, silent and helpless.
“I own you. Every last hole of yours is mine,” he hummed, his other hand sliding beneath me.“No one will ever see you—let alone catch the scent of your pussy. This is mine.”
My breath broke into shallow pants as his fingers circled my clit.
His other hand pushed deep inside me until I clenched around him.
I shuddered, a low groan tearing free—animal, ruined.
I struggled to hold myself still, but my hips lifted to meet his touch.
“Yes,” he growled.“Give me that cunt. Offer it to me.”
“Stop it,” I cried, clapping my hands over my ears.
A dark laugh cut straight through my palms, ricocheting inside my skull.
“Yes… quite,” he murmured, satisfaction curling through his voice.“I know exactly what you need.”
Then he pulled his hands away.
Relief didn’t come. It did the opposite—left me hollow, exposed.
I knew what would follow.
And the worst part was the understanding that settled in my chest. That somehow, I was complicit in my own degradation.
He moved behind me, and a moment later, his latex-covered hands closed around my waist, dragging me back against him.
My hands fell from my ears. I kept my eyes shut, as though refusing to look might somehow make me disappear.
The thick heat of him pressed against me.
“Who knew you liked being fucked by a monster,” he mused, rubbing the tip along my opening.
“I hope you burn in hell,” I said, keeping my voice cold and flat.
“Oh, my monster is so horrific that even Hel didn’t want him,” he replied, pride threading through his tone.
He eased himself into me—inch by inch—spreading me open far deeper than his fingers had.
I turned my face into the bedding, trying to separate myself from the sensation.
It was impossible.
He leaned over me until his weight pressed against my back, one hand braced on the bed.
“Now be a good little bitch and take what I give you,” he whispered.
The tension crackled in the air as I waited—trapped between fury, need, and disgrace.
He took a deep breath and pulled back. I barely had time to brace myself before he slammed back inside me with a long, guttural moan.
He was thick, long—I felt every inch as he drove into me with ease, plunging back and forth.
