Chapter 27:
“Get the hell away from me! Don’t you dare touch me!”
Fear gripped me tightly, forcing me to retreat until I was pressed up against the headboard. My survival instincts kicked in, and I grabbed whatever I could from the bed—a book, a pillow, anything—and hurled them at Bryan with desperate fury.
But Bryan moved like a shadow, effortlessly dodging my attempts, and before I could react, he pinned me to the mattress.
“You sick bastard! You unstable freak! What do you want from me?””
My voice cracked under the weight of my terror. I didn’t care what he’d do; I just screamed and cursed, each word dripping with despair.
Out of nowhere, I felt a sharp pain slice through my neck.
“Ahh!” I cried out, the sting burning deep.
Bryan met my gaze, his eyes dark and dangerous. A smear of blood glistened at the corner of his mouth. He’d bitten me! This maniac actually bit into my neck!
Anger and fear twisted together in my gut as I fought to stop trembling. I glared at him, my eyes full of fire.
“I am… I like your flavor,” Bryan murmured as he sat up slightly, his fingers tracing the fresh wound on my neck. His tone was light, almost playful. “Why’d you stop cursing me?
His twisted delight in my fear sent chills down my spine. He was insane—completely unhinged. Bryan seemed amused by my terror, laughing with a sick kind of joy.
Standing up, he began to undress, removing his shirt and pants with a grace that didn’t belong in a moment like this, revealing his powerful, well-formed body.
I shrank back, my fear palpable. As much as he repulsed me, I couldn’t deny the raw strength and grace in his form. His arousal was evident, threatening, with a bead of liquid forming at the tip. His crotch was covered in thick hair, adding a primal ferocity to his presence.
“Enjoying the view?”
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“Bryan’s lips curled into a teasing smile, his voice pulling me out of my frantic thoughts. Before I could even react, he loomed over me.
“Mmmph…” I tried to push him away, but his weight crushed me into the mattress. When I looked up, I met his eyes—hungry, ruthless.
He pressed his hips against me, his arousal prodding at my entrance with cruel persistence.”
I wasn’t ready; my body resisted, clenching tight against the unwanted intrusion. Bryan’s eyebrow arched, as if he found my struggle amusing—a silent mockery of my efforts.
With a swift motion, he grabbed one of my legs and pushed forward.
He was inside me.
No! It’s too much… get off!” I screamed, my voice cracking with the pain. This wasn’t sex; it was pure, unadulterated torment.
Bryan ignored me, his face indifferent to my agony. He drove into me, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered like the devil himself, “You think I’m here to please you? To make love to you? Don’t forget, this is punishment. I’m here to fuck you.
And with that, he began to thrust harder, forcing my legs open, stretching me beyond my limits. But it wasn’t enough for him. He leaned down, biting my nipple with vicious intent.
His teeth were sharp, his lips hot and wet as they dragged across my chest. Slowly, an unwanted pleasure began to seep through the pain. As Bryan moved against me, a twisted smile spread across his face.
“You’re soaking wet. You wanted this, didn’t you? You’ve been craving it all along.
I turned my head away, closing my eyes, refusing to acknowledge his taunts. But he wouldn’t let up. His wet fingers traced my lips.
“So wet… What are you made of, water?” Bryan chuckled darkly.
He forced my legs around his waist, thrusting deeper into me, pushing against the very edge of my body’s tolerance.
“Ahh!” A scream tore from my throat, the sensation overwhelming. I couldn’t help but wonder, in that moment, if he had forced himself so deeply that he’d reached my core.
My cries seemed to excite him even more. He lifted me and flipped me over, forcing me to kneel with my backside raised toward him.
“No!” I resisted, trying to crawl away, but he shoved my head down, forcing my body into a humiliating position.
Smack!
Bryan’s hand came down hard on my ass, the pain exploding through me.
I screamed, my voice raw. But before the sound had even faded, he drove into me again from behind.
In this position, I could feel every inch of him, stretching and filling me. It felt like he was reaching into the deepest parts of me, leaving nothing untouched.”
Tears slid down my cheeks, blurring the line between pain and some sick form of pleasure. I moaned, the sound thick with misery.
The bed groaned under our combined weight as he continued to thrust; the slick sound of our bodies colliding echoed in the room.
“It’s going to be a long night. Let’s make the most of it.”
His voice was a taunt, a twisted promise of the nightmare that was far from over. All I could do was close my eyes and brace myself, enduring the brutal mix of pain and unwanted pleasure that he forced upon me.
