Chapter 20: Chapter Nineteen

He silenced her with his mouth, devouring her lips, his hands already playing with her breasts. His gaze ran over her body and she whimpered, humiliated yet her core was on fire.

“You’re mine,” he growled, lowering his mouth to her chest. His tongue circled her hard nipple once, then sucked hard, sending shocks of fire and need through her body. She arched against him, chains rattling, a moan ripping from her throat before she could stop it.

“You are so sweet,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low, rough, almost animal-like. “Sweeter than anything I have ever tasted.”

His lips dragged to her throat, his teeth scraping and leaving marks he wanted no one else to erase. His lips met hers again, hot and demanding. He didn’t kiss her gently; he devoured her, claiming her with every bite. His tongue followed, hot and punishing, soothing only to torment again.

Her wrists strained against the iron, the cuffs biting into her skin, but he only smiled at the sound of rattling chains. His hand slid lower, to her wet pussy. His fingers were firm, tracing cruel circles around her center and making her arch up despite herself. He pinched her clit lightly and earned a laid moan from her.

“You’re mine like this,” he whispered, his mouth at her ear, his breath hot and merciless. “Helpless. Bound. Open. And still begging for my hands and mouth.”

Her body wanted more of what he was doing to her. Wanted more of his hand and more of his heat. She was writhing, trembling, pressing into his touch. The harder she pulled at the chains, the wider he spread her open, his palms holding her down, as his fingers played with her wetness. The sound of metal clinking filled the room, a cruel rhythm to her shallow gasps.

He ravished her with no mercy, his mouth and teeth leaving a trail down her chest, across her ribs, and lower. He marked her with bruises that would not fade easily, as though branding her his. She trembled beneath him, and he liked it. He wanted her to tremble. He wanted the whole of her, undone.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice dark, cruelly patient. “Say you love what I do to you. Say you love the way I touch and lose myself to you.”

Her lips parted to say something, but she appeared breathless. Words caught in her throat. She couldn’t speak, but her body spoke for her; shaking, straining, burning beneath his touch, desperate for more.

And he gave her no mercy. Only more.

Hunter lifted his head to look at her, his eyes dark and wild. “I warned you, Bella. You belong to me.”

He positioned his cock over her pussy, his body pressed tight to hers, and with one hard thrust, he buried himself deep in her pussy.

Mirabella’s sharp cry tore through the room, raw with shock. She had never felt something like this before. She could feel how huge he was and how he filled her up. She could feel the walls of her virgina clenching around him. The pain was unbearable and new. It was her first time, yet he showed her no mercy, no softening of the edge. There wasn't tenderness in the way he handled her. It was pure punishment and possession; brutal and intoxicating.

He drove into her again, harder, deeper, relentless. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, resisting at first, then yielding, stretching to take him, the sting of it bleeding into a burn so fierce it nearly stole her breath. The chains rattled violently as she writhed, her bound wrists straining, legs totally wide, leaving her helpless under every ruthless thrust.

Her nails tore at the sheets beneath her, desperate to anchor herself as the pleasure crept up and swallowed the pain whole. Each movement made her gasp, sob, moan, each sound raw and painful, her voice breaking, betraying how much she wanted what she should have feared.

He groaned against her throat, teeth grazing her skin as if ready to bite down and brand her forever, his pace unyielding, punishing. Every drive of his hips forced her higher, pushed her deeper into madness, until her body shook with the clash of agony and ecstasy, a torment that melted into pure, consuming fire.

Hunter’s mouth claimed hers again, swallowing her cries, his rhythm rough and relentless. “you are mine,” he growled into her lips. “Say it.”

Her eyes fluttered open, tears and desire glistening together. “Yours,” she whispered, voice shaking but true. “I’m yours.”

And as he drove into her, harder, deeper, the chains rattling, the room echoing with the sounds of their bodies colliding.

She was addictive, the more he looked at how her pussy swallowed his dick, he became more desperate. Pushing in and pulling out of her sweet pussy. He knew she was a virgin and he was supposed to go easy on her, but he couldn't. He needed her desperately. He needed to feel her so desperately. So he pounded into her with so much force. Not relenting at all. She did this to herself. She was sweet and tight. Very tight. She milks him dry.

“Hunter…,” the pain was evident in her voice but he couldn't stop. Couldn't slow down his pace.

“Open your eyes and take it baby. Take everything I give to you. It's all yours.” He continued pounding violently into her .

“Uhmm… ahhh… I don't think… I… can take anymore… please…”

"You can baby, just feel…"

“Ah…” Within minutes, she was shaking under him. Her orgasm spreads through her body like electricity.

“Oh Bella…” he moaned her name and cum deep inside her. Rolling and pushing his hip deep as his body shook. "Fuck… How do you do it? You milked me greedily."

They both laid down breathing hard, in each other's sweat. Mirabella was so sore and swollen down there.

After catching his breath, he stood from the bed and went over to the table beside his bed and dialed a number on the home phone.

“Maria, send someone with contraceptives to my room, now," he ended the call.

"Maria is bringing in contraceptives in a few minutes,” he told her.

He left, went into the bathroom and came out with a wet towel and dabbed it over her swollen center, cleaning the small blood that came out of her. “Are you alright?"

“Why do I have to take them?” she asked him suddenly.

He looked at her as if she lost her mind. "To prevent you from getting pregnant of course. I can't fuck you with rubber on. So we have to keep it safe. My doctor will be coming in next week to keep you on the pills.”

“And what if I get pregnant," she tested.

His face turned dark. “You just can't. Pregnancy would limit my access to you. If you get pregnant, I can't promise not to fuck it out of you.”

A knock came in, and a younger lady came in with a glass of water in a tray and a tablet. Her eyes widened in shock or surprise at what she saw. Mirabella, who was still chained to the bed, only turned her head in shame. She left after dropping the tray on the table.

“Unchained me,” she demanded.

His brow rose, "not now… not before I memorize every inch of your body…”