He straddles my hips, pinning me with his massive body and unnatural strength. “There she is. My little fighter.”
The knife flashes—a single clean slice through my shirt, then my bra. Cold air kisses my bare skin. He stares, then grabs a breast in one rough hand, squeezing until I gasp.
“You fucking bastard?—”
I try to buck him off, but he leans in and bites my throat—hard. I cry out, tears flooding my vision.
“Why are you doing this?” I rasp.
He presses the flat of the blade between my breasts. “Because I can.”
The knife drags lower until he’s unfastening my jeans, and then the blade is slicing them open, peeling everything away. He spreads my thighs and presses the metal between them, laying it flat against my pussy.
“You’re wet already. Pathetic.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Chuckling, he drags his mouth over my chest. Tongue swirling over my nipple before he bites me. I moan without meaning to. Hating myself instantly.
He shifts against me, his cock hard and heavy through his pants. “I’ve been thinking about you.” I turn my face away, but my body burns anyway. “Thinking about ruining this cunt.”
Flipping me onto my stomach, he yanks me down by the hips and shoves my knees under me.
“Priest—”
He grips my hair and wrenches my head back. “You’re going to remember every second of this. For the rest of your fucking miserable life.”
My face is shoved into the mattress.
I hear the belt. The zipper. My heart stops.
His cock presses against my slit. He rocks his hips, dragging it through my slickness, spreading me open.
I squeeze my thighs together, but it’s no use.
And the worst part?
I’m soaked.
I want to deny it. Want to scream that I don’t want this. That I’m not this fucked-up girl who gets off on being forced. But my body’s already told him the truth. And as he pushes in, splitting me open with a slow, agonizing stretch, I know I’m a fucking liar.
“Fuck, Priest!”she screams as I force myself inside her cunt. Her tight little pussy’s not ready for me. I push her open, making her feel every inch. Every ridge.
My palm flies over her mouth as I near her resistance, my hips jerking as I force myself through her virgin barrier. Her scream is muffled by my hand. Her body stiffens, and she fights against the pain, her nails digging into her palms, her hips trying to twist away. But there’s nowhere for her to go. She’s pinned beneath my weight, and I’m not stopping.
She’s mine to use.
I keep thrusting until I’m buried, my balls flush against her thighs, her pussy clamped tight around my cock.
Releasing her mouth, she sucks a half-sobbed breath.
Jesus. She’s fucking tight. Hot. Slick as fuck. Her body shakes, and she takes quick, panting breaths. I pull back and slam. Again. Again. Until the sound of slapping skin fills the room, her cries mixing with my grunts as I fuck her.
Every thrust jolting her forward. Her head thrashes side to side.
“Priest—it hurts!”
I look down at my cock, and smile. Her blood is smeared on my cock, and there’s nothing more fucking beautiful.
