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Jordan crowds me, and my world caves in.
“I know what you think I’m unaware of,” he says. “I know about your mom. The paper trail is obvious. I have a copy of the court documents. You were one of the first people I vetted when you entered the country. I kept your details, you know. They’re fascinating.”
“They’re not! It’s disgusting. I’m an awful human being. I… I took from the one person that helped me. She was so kind to me. I always had everything I wanted—”
“What do you want, Ivy? What is it that you search for?” he asks. There’s an inappropriate smirk on his face. I don’t like it, but fuck, if it suits him.
“I’ve been bad.”
“I’ve been worse, my needy little doe. You haven’t watched the life leave a person’s eyes. I’ve watched it up close, sucked it in like it was my lifeline. Thousands of times. I’d do it all over again if it meant that I get to protect the ones closest to me.”
“That doesn’t count. It’s your job,” I argue.
Jordan’s chuckle is mirthless and evil. He digs his fingers into my skin. My hips are at his mercy. It hurts, but I take it. It’s a lesser evil than the vile thoughts corrupting my brain.
“What’s it going to be? You’ve been a bad girl, you say. I don’t see that. What I know tells me that you were hurt,” Jordan says, and I shake my head frantically.
“NO!” I reply impatiently. “I was the bad guy!”
“Ivy, are you sure you’re okay?” Jordan asks. He keeps saying my name like he knows something I don’t. There’s no response to his question, and he snaps.Good. “I don’t do this on first dates, but I guess you’re an exception. Since you think you’re such a bad girl. You just want to get fucked, don’t you?”
I lower my gaze, licking my lips.
“Don’t fucking pout at me. Look me in the eyes.” He grips my jaw tightly, lifting it. I meet his eyes, and I shiver. He feels hot against my skin. “You asked for it.”
“Yes.”
He slaps my cheek, not to bruise me but to wake me up. If he wanted to hurt me, he’d have used more force. It’s safe to say that I don’twake up. I fall into a trance while he turns me around, shoving me against the wall. One hand’s on the back of my neck, choking and restricting me.
I shift on my feet, but Jordan puts a halt to it. “How long until the cream’s effects wear off?”
“I don’t feel it anymore. I feel sick. I—” The pressure on my neck thickens. “Please—”
“What?” he asks, tearing my leggings in two.
“Please, take this pain away.”
“I don’t do that, my needy little doe. I make it hurt worse.” After a brief shuffling of clothes, Jordan sinks into my pussy without a single touch of my clit. The impure cry that escapes my throat stops him momentarily. There’s a moment in which I’ve called upon the tender site of his heart. His thick and hard cock pulses inside of me, reaching the end of me. He can’t go any further. He’s nestled inside of me, and there’s no escape from beneath him. His hand’s on my lower back, a hint of tenderness.
“You like that? Do you want to know how it feels?” I nod, and he grips my neck with his lethal fingers digging into me. “I’m home, needy little doe. This pussy is mine. What was before? It’s like it never existed. You don’t get to be hurt over that shit. You are mine.” He thrusts into me for emphasis. “What happened before you came to Katantia is part of you, but you’re no bad guy. You’re an innocent little doe that I get to corrupt. I get to fuck you in the middle of this weird fucking club, surrounded by an eager crowd. They all want me to defile you. Can you hear it?”
That’s the problem. I don’t hear anything. They’re watching us.
“Get my dick wet, little doe. Put that needy pussy to work. Produce all the cream you need. I’ll fuck your tight ass, and you’ll scream for me. Let your past hear who the fuck owns you now.” I swallow, and I lose myself in the sensation. We haven’t fucked very often, but I’m accustomed to the challenges of his cock. It aches, but those tiny touches his thumb allows on my lower back tantalize me. He’s not careful at all about his cock inside of me, but his hand on my skin treats me like I’m precious.
Jordan’s in control while my control is jumping ship. It’s embarrassing to admit that he holds me together right now. He guides my body. My pussy is his. He asked for cream. He receives it, and he’s barely moving. He’s making his presence felt, warning me of what he’s about to put inside of my other hole.
My vomit’s foul taste is my companion while I get defiled in front of strangers by the man they all hold to high standards. I’m sure he’s making them proud. He’s putting me in my place. This is the ownership Katantians brag about.
I deserve it.
I broke a woman’s trust. I…
Jordan leaves my pussy, and I mewl at the loss. I drip at the emptiness, begging for more. His cock is slick with my juices, and he teases my lips, playing my neglected clit like a game only he can win.
“Ready, little doe?”
“No,” I tell him. I’m honest.
