Dom ignores my sobs and tunnels through my tightsheath, commencing his violent intrusion. He hikes my left leg over his shoulder, spreading me wider for his marauding penis. One more crude lunge ruptures my hymen, inflicting unimaginable agony. My narrow channel is stretched, surpassing its limits.
He licks my tears. “So, that’s what a fallen angel’s tears taste like… sorrow and regret. Delicious.”
He propels his hips between my thighs. My slick heat combined with my virgin blood eases his invasion and lessens the ache of his feral claiming. Each thrust kindles the embers within me to a scorching firestorm, enhancing my pleasure. He pulls free of my body, then smears his bloody hardness across my quavering lips. It’s atrocious, beyond abominable, but I yearn for more of his addictive wickedness. Dom buries his erection to the hilt inside my welcoming warmth once again as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, sealing our ill-fated joining with a blood oath. I continuously pondered what my first kiss would be like. The actual reality surpasses my wildest dreams. I plant my feet flat on the mattress and surge upwards to meet his plundering breadth. We cling to each other, gripped by our untamed passion. Dom’s vigorous strokes tow me further under the spell of his intoxicating lunacy, but in the midst of the chaos, there’s serenity.
“Only in Hell can madness bring peace,” I whisper against his lips.
“Hell is a fucking paradise with many hidden treasures. I’ll introduce you to them all.”
I spontaneously combust, igniting in a fiery haze. The conflagration is so powerful, it blinds me.
“Oh my God,” I scream, my depths clamping down on his pillaging shaft.
Dom pumps into me in a frenzy, releasing an ear-splitting roar as he comes.
We bore into each other’s eyes, stunned at the ferocity of our union. “Is it always like this?”
“No,” he answers curtly and rolls onto his back.
I’m bereft. He doesn’t hold me; there’s no admission of undying love. He erects an invisible wall, separating us. We might as well be strangers. This is all wrong. I should be bathing in the afterglow of our phenomenal lovemaking, but Dom turned something beautiful, ugly. His parents are the embodiment of happily ever after. How can he not believe in it?
“You said unconditional love doesn’t exist between a man and woman.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Your parents have been married for several decades, so obviously their love isn’t conditional.”
“They’re the exception to the rule.”
“And Jensen and Sarah? Based on their interactions at dinner, I’d say they’re madly in love. It seems there’s more than one exception to the rule.”
He regards me knowingly. “I warned you not to fancy yourself falling in love with me.”
“It’s too late.”
“What you’re feeling is lust, infatuation even, but it definitely isn’t love.”
“I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”
“Obviously you are.” He roughly flips me onto my stomach and enters myinflamed center in one fluid motion. “This is the only thing I’ll give to you.”
“Be gentle,” I whimper, clutching the sweat-soaked sheets.
“That,” Dom kisses my ear, “I can’t do.”
He delivers bone-jarring strokes to my already ravaged passage, thus my unorthodox initiation to sex continues into the wee hours of the morning.
I gradually come to awareness. My entire body is riddled with pain, particularly my nether region. Dried blood and semen stain my inner thighs as well as the bedding, evidence of last night’s erotic delights. The distinctive aromatic scent of sex permeates the air. I’m alone in the bed, the spot beside me cool to the touch.
“Dom?” I call but receive no answer. Perhaps he went home after I fell asleep. He could’ve been courteous and left a note. It’s silly, but I wanted to wake up next to him. Maybe I am the stupid girl he accuses me of being.
My aching muscles protest as I sit upright. I check the time on my cell phone.
8:17
Oh no! I’m seventeen minutes late for work. I dial Lloyd and quickly rattle off an apologetic voice message when he doesn’t pick up. Sleeping through three alarms attests to the strenuous mating that ended only mere hours before. I hop out of bed but tumble to the floor. My lower back and legs throb. It’s like someone took a battering ram to me. My eyes land on the cross hanging above my bed. It beats down on me, harsher than the rays of the sun on a hot day in July. I clasp my hands together, intending to pray and beg for forgiveness, but words escape me. I can’t do it, because I’m not sorry. I enjoyed every second of Dom’s barbaric coupling. What’s the point of atoning when I’d do it again in a heartbeat? I clamber to unsteady feet and hobble to the bathroom.
I arrive to my cubicle at ten o’clock on the dot. I power on my computer and set to respond to emails. The first is regarding visits from family and friends. Both are no longer welcomed at Stone Incorporated. Everyone must don an employee or visitor’s badge while inside the building, no exceptions. The new policy will be fully enforced by security. No doubt this came about due to Camden and Allison’s treachery. The second is from Dom, instructing me to come to his office. Lloyd rushes by but backtracks after spotting me.
