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Last week. Go to last week when he was kind. When he didn’t convince you that you’re sharing his sickness.
“Do not run from me.” Marcus drives two fingers into me, prolonging my climax. “This orgasm is mine. You don’t get to hide it from me. You don’t get to fucking regret it.”
“I do,” I groan so he won’t hear the tears choking me. “I’m mortified.”
“We’ll take care of that.” Marcus removes his fingers from my pussy. He crawls up the bed, bracing his arms on either side of my head. “I’ll teach you to love this version of me. After all, I have you to thank for coming undone. You’ve woken this side of me.”
My legs and arms work in unison, shaking against the restraints. Rattling the metal bars I’m tied to. When nothing budges other than the vibrators dropping to the mattress, I scream. The little amount of air I have left transforms into a loud screech.
Marcus’s expression grows feral. His lips twist in a snarl, and he presses his cock to my entrance.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask a second time tonight, not sure which this exactly I’m referring to.
“For many reasons, little doll.” He parts my lips and pushes the blunt crown of his cock into me. “You’re beautiful when you’re this helpless. How you’re mine to do with as I will. How you’re my possession.”
“You’re wrong,” I claim. But just because I don’t scream doesn’t mean I stop squirming. Moving. Maybe a little more and I’ll break free. “This is wrong.”
“See if I regret it.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it. “After being selfless for years, I’m fucking done.”
“No,” I whisper, wanting him and loathing myself for it.
“Baby.” The softening of his voice softens me in an instant. Makes me stop squirming. The possessive grip he has around my throat awakens parts of me that I’m too scared to acknowledge. “You’re mine. I’m in pain when we were apart. It’s only fair that now you hurt like I have. That you share my pain.”
Not an ounce of fight is left in me. I lie there, gazing up at this fierce man I fully recognize yet don’t know in the slightest.
Marcus, on the other hand, vibrates with energy. He tilts his hips back, sliding his cock out of me. This slight reprieve ends fast the moment he thrusts into me.
His dick tears through my hymen while his fingers flex on my throat.
“Fuuuck.” His head hangs low, strands of his hair falling on his forehead. “Your pussy, Leighton. Your fucking pussy.”
My eyes are wide, my lips parted. I don’t think I’m breathing. Maybe I’m not.
I’m surviving. That’s what it is. Surviving the bomb detonating in my belly. How good it is. How I don’t want to want this.
How this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Do you feel me?” Marcus slants his lips against mine. “Feel what you’re doing to me? Feel what I can do to you?”
His dick throbs inside me. Swelling, stretching, forcing. He drags his hips back, thrusting into me once more. Just as cruelly. Just as deep and even deeper until his pubis rubs my clit.
This isn’t something I should enjoy. This shouldn’t be good for me.
I shouldn’t feel proud for making Marcus lose his mind. Or getting off on it.
I shouldn’t. I have to do everything to stop these…feelings.
Refusing to play into his hands—into his brainwashing—I twist my head to the side. Away from his lips that taste of both him and me. Far from his beautiful eyes.
I close my eyes, dreaming of the man I used to love.
“Oh, fuck no.” The monster grabs my chin, demanding that I look at him. His eyebrows scrunch together, gaze murderous. “I thought I was clear before. Your eyes are my eyes. Your attention is mine. This is my virginity I’m taking, and you’ll be here for every second of it. You’ll be right here with me.”
“I didn’t ask for it,” I scream. “You can’t make me enjoy it when I fucking hate you.”
Marcus quirks a challenging eyebrow as he pulls his cock out of me. He slides a hand to the back of my neck, angling my head up to see where we’re connected.
His cock is soaked. My blood coats his menacing girth, visible even in the dim light of the bedroom. But this isn’t just my hymen. My arousal is there. There’s no use denying it.
