I struggled against his grip, but he was too strong manhandling me with ease as he shoved me down, bending me over the edge of the bed. Panic surged through me, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
One hand forced open my legs as he pressed against me. "Do you have any idea how long I've been wanting to do this?"
Shut up, you brute.
The alcohol in me was making me brave but still, I couldn't let the words on my tongue. "No!" I cried out, trying to twist away to no avail. But deep down, I knew it was futile. After what happened last time, I should've been on my best behaviour, should've dug a hole somewhere and stay there for the rest of my life, but I had to let my frustration get the better of me and I decided not to wear what he sent for me.
If I would've worn the lingerie, he wouldn't be this mad.
He tugged my hips back, forcing me to feel every inch of his hardness against my entrance. He was so big… too big… and that's when I realised I was shaking my head, still focused on the haunting sound of him unzipping his pants and the unmistakable clink of his belt buckle.
"Please, don't… you're not going to fit-"
Judas had always been a force to be reckoned with, a beautiful monster. But now, as his fingers dug into my flesh, I felt the true heaviness of his power, the dark, twisted side of him that had always lurked beneath the surface. That I failed to notice the first time I saw him.
"And you think I care, ptichka?" he growled. "This isn't about what you want, little bird. It's about what I'm going to take."
I didn't realise I was crawling towards the bed when he held me fast. The heat of him against me was unbearable.
"Judas, please… I can't-"
He didn't give me a chance to finish. And with a vicious thrust, he pushed the tip of his cock inside me, the stretch immediate and excruciating. I cried out, my body instinctively clenching around him, trying to reject the invasion, but there was no escaping him.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned circling his hand around my waist and teasing my clit. This was going to hurt, but he'd make take it all, every inch of his because I didn't have a choice.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as he pushed deeper Each inch reminding me of just how much he was taking from me.
Too big… too much…
I didn't know sex was this painful. My hands clawed at the sheets as I tried to brace myself against the brutal onslaught. He was right, he wasn't giving, he was taking, chewing, swallowing, and ruining me.
"I'm going to stretch you out until you're ruined for anyone else." Ruined? I'd never be the same again. Why couldn't he understand? Why couldn't he see that this wasn't something I could come back from, that once he had his way, there would be no going back to who I was before?
He was destroying me.
He stopped, and I took deep breaths trying to get accustomed to him, but I couldn't. The bastard didn't pull out, instead, he rubbed my clit in tantalising slow circles. It was agony, the pressure too much to bear, but there was no relief.
And then he began to inch forward again slowly. My body responded involuntarily, tightening around him as he pressed deeper, every nerve alight with cruel torment and something darker, something I hated myself for feeling. My muscles stretched to their limits, my core burning as he claimed me inch by inch. I bit down on my lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape, but it was useless.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled out slightly, leaving me hovering on the edge of…something. I took a breath of relief, but it was short-lived.
The next second, he slammed into me with a forceful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I screamed, my voice raw and desperate, the sound muffled by the sheets as my body was forced to take him. The burning in my core intensified, the pain so sharp that I thought I might pass out.
And I probably had cause my vision was blurry and so were my thoughts.
My hamstrings strained while he pressed me down into the bed, his large palm flat against my back, holding me in place. Then, with a rough jerk, he fisted the fabric of my sweater, yanking me upright until my back was flush against his chest. That's when I realized he was naked-I hadn't even noticed when he'd stripped off his clothes. My arms were stretched taut, the tie around my wrists digging into my skin as it strained against the head post, holding me imprisoned.
He fisted my hair in one hand, forcing my head back, and then his lips were on mine, slamming down with a brutal force that took my breath away. My eyes squeezed shut as he devoured me like a hungry predator, his mouth biting, licking, and punishing. He wasn't kissing me-he was claiming me, marking me with every harsh movement of his lips and teeth.
I winced as he shifted inside me sending another jolt of pain through my already aching body.
His hand tightened in my hair, pulling me even closer as his teeth scraped against my bottom lip, drawing blood. I whimpered into his mouth.
"Judas, please…" I tried to speak, but he silenced me with another bruising kiss, his hand on my back forcing me to arch against him, pressing his chest into mine.
"Beg all you want," he murmured against my lips and his eyes hooded with lust. "It won't change a thing. I'm going to fuck you until you know exactly what that means."
And he moved again, his length driving into me pushing my body to its breaking point. I could feel every inch of him, every crevice and curve hitting the deepest parts of me. I thought his fingers were brutal, even the cane was rough, but, his length was something else. How could he be so long and… girthy?
Judas didn't stop, didn't slow down.
His thrusts were rough pushing me further toward the edge of some dark abyss.
I wanted to fight, to scream, but my strength was gone, my body a trembling, broken thing beneath him. All I could do was endure, hating myself for the way my body responded, for the way his words twisted something deep inside me.
"Judas…" I gasped, my voice raw and desperate, but he didn't answer, didn't stop.
"Such a pretty little virgin," he murmured rolling his hips and biting my lips hard. "I'm going to ruin you, make you beg for it, even when you hate yourself for wanting it."
I bit back a sob. "It hurts… it hurts so much…"
"Such a tight little cunt," he groaned, one hand reaching around to grab my breast, squeezing it painfully as he pounded into me.
"Please… no… stop…"
His hand slid down and I panicked. "No… no… I can't…"
"That's it," he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. "Let me hear how much you love it, how much you need it."
I didn't need it you psycho!
I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but the pleasure was building, overtaking the pain, until it was all I could feel, all I could think about. My body was on fire, every nerve ending lit up with a sickening blend of agony and ecstasy.
With one final, brutal thrust, he pushed me over the edge. My body convulsed around him as I came, a broken sob tearing from my throat. I hated myself for it, hated the way my body had betrayed me in the worst possible way.
He followed moments later, spilling himself inside me with a satisfied groan, his grip on me never loosening. The pain of him filling me was overwhelming, but underneath it all, there was a horrifying sense of coming down from high, as if he had claimed something I hadn't even known was his to take.
When he finally pulled out, I collapsed onto the bed, trembling, broken, my body still buzzing with the aftershocks of what he had done to me. I could feel his seed dripping from me. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to see the satisfaction on his face.
I just wanted to disappear, to fade into nothingness and escape the nightmare that had become my reality.
But that wasn't enough for him.
His palm landed on my behind with a stinging slap, and I flinched, too exhausted and raw to even muster a proper reaction. Before I could gather my thoughts, his hands were on me again, parting my cheeks with a rough, callous touch. A low, mocking chuckle escaped his lips, dripping with sarcasm and cruel amusement.
"Would you look at that," he drawled. "I've barely finished with you, and you're already leaking. Guess your body knows its place, even if your mouth hasn't figured it out yet."
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into the sheets, shame and humiliation crashing over me in waves. "You're a… monster."
Judas's cruel chuckle deepened making me wince. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my behind as he leaned closer, his breath hot and taunting against my ear.
"A monster?" he repeated and I flinched as he flicked his tongue on the shell of my ear. "Ptichka, I'm much worse than that. Monsters hide in the dark, waiting to scare little girls," He took a deep breath and let out a low groan." But I… I don't hide. I take what I want, and I make sure you feel every single second of it."
He squeezed my arse harder. "And look at you now, all spread out for me, dripping like the desperate little slut you are. You can call me a monster all you want, but we both know you loved every second of it, didn't you? Your body sure as hell did. And if you think this is it, then brace yourself cause I'm going to play with you until you can't remember what it feels like not to have me inside you."