The words drip from his mouth like poison. Talking about me…like I’m some kind of plaything for him to break. Fear knots in my stomach, but there’s something else tangled up in it—something dark, something that I don’t want to acknowledge.
My face burns, heat flooding my cheeks. His smirk widens, catching that slip.
“Oh, you’re in for a real treat. I’m going to ruin every one of your fucking holes.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, dragging me up to my knees. Pain flares up my side from the shredded stitches, but that’s the least of my problems. He forces my jaw open, thumb pressing against my chin, fingers digging in. I try to pull back, to keep my head, but a pathetic little sound escapes me—a whimper that betrays me in the worst way.
“Be good, kitten.” He pushes his cock into my mouth again.
His hips thrust forward, driving his cock deeper than before. I gag, my throat constricting around him, my hands gripping his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants.
An ache slowly begins to build deep inside me. A forbidden, dark desire. A part of me that wants him to force himself on me. I can’t stop it, can’t ignore it, but I hate myself for feeling it.
This can’t be happening.
I can’t be wanting this.
I can’t.
His groans fill the air, mingling with my muffled whimpers, the sound of his flesh slapping against my lips. I’m suffocating on his cock, my vision blurring at the edges.
His thrusts grow erratic, his grip on my hair tightening, and he lets out a guttural moan, his entire body tensing.
“Swallow,” he grunts.
Hot, salty spurts of cum hit the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow, the taste thick and overwhelming. His rough grip keeping my nose buried against his pelvis.
I’m choking on him, on his cum, on the violation of it all.
Finally, he releases me, and I collapse, coughing and wheezing for breath, my lungs burning with each inhale. I push away from him, my hands scraping against the cold concrete floor as I crawl away.
“Not bad, kitten” he mocks, zipping up his pants.
I wipe at my mouth, trying to erase the evidence of what just happened, but I know I can’t.
Before I can gather myself, he’s on me again. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking me to my feet, the sharp pull sending pain rocketing across my scalp and forcing a strangled scream.
He slams me against the wall, a forearm pressing down hard on my chest, pinning me in place. The knife glints in his other hand as he raises it, bringing the tip to my lips, tracing them slowly.
“Let’s see how much you enjoyed that.”
He reaches down, his fingers slipping inside the waistband of my jeans, the warmth of his fingers sliding between my legs. I try to jerk away, but his weight holds me in place, the knife pressing harder against my lower lip, drawing blood. I inhale deeply as his fingers glide through my slit.
“You’re soaked.” His fingers move lazily up and down. “Tell me, what did you enjoy most? Sucking my cock or being held at knifepoint?”
I choke on my words, a humiliating flush spreading across my skin.
He leans in closer. “Don’t tell me you liked being forced?” His laugh is cruel. “A virgin who wants to be forced and used, treated like a dirty fucking toy. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I shake my head, shame burning in my cheeks, in my bones, in my core.
“You can’t lie to me. Your pussy is dripping wet, you filthy little bitch.” His chest presses harder against mine, fingers drifting lower until they press against my entrance. He starts to push in, one finger slipping inside, and I shove against him hard, breaking his hold.
“No!” The word rips from my throat. “Get the fuck off me! You sick fucking bastard!” With enough distance between us, I’m able to lunge for a glass bottle from the counter. Smashing it on the edge of the bar, I brandish the jagged edge at him.
“Sick?You’re the one who got off being forced to suck cock.” His eyes flick to the makeshift weapon, then back to my face.
I stumble, retreating another step. The broken glass bites into my palm, blood slipping down my wrist.
“You’re in way over your head, little girl. You’ve got no idea just how sick I am. And I’ve got time to play.” Bringing the finger he had sliding against my pussy to his mouth, he sucks it, turning his back to me. My stomach flips in disgust, and something dark coils in my gut.
