Chapter 6: Chapter Six - Used (18+)

Sky's Pov

Warning:

Graphic content/sexual assault

"Strip," his orders came like a slap to my face. A slap that I didn't expect and certainly didn't deserve.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, taking two steps back. I stared at him and I could see a bit more of his feature from the dim lighting of the room.

He had rough dark brown hair, beards by his side that gave his face a weird shape. His form was fairly built but one could see how he was forcing out his chest.

What did he mean by strip? And why was he standing with so much authority like he owned everything?

A soft chuckle cracks through his lips, low and deep as he took a sip from his goblet. He began to walk towards me and I immediately felt my senses tinged, urging me to flee.

I was about to but then I paused. How long has it been since I've been treated in such a way? Ordered, sold, used and discarded like a rag. I stood my ground and raised my chin.

He looked at me carefully, like he noticed the change in my posture or mindset and a saw a smile play on his lips as he began circling me slowly.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice smooth. Too smooth but I didn't answer.

His gaze trailed down my body. The robe that clung to my skin, damp, thin, offering no protection to my form.

"You're quieter than I expected." He said again carefully.

"Why am I here?" I asked immediately, feeling the growing discomfort.

He stopped by my side and took a sip from his goblet. Then without warning—he slapped me.

My head snapped to the side and my ears rang. My body stumbled forward, and I fell onto the bed beside me, heart pounding.

The goblet in his hand hit the floor with a dull thud but he didn't care.

He followed, slowly, casually. Like he had all the time in the world.

He crawled onto the bed beside me as I turned to him, his knee slid between mine, one hand going up my thigh, the other already working at the knot of my robe.

"You're here," he whispered, "because I paid for you. And because I can do whatever I want with you."

He leaned in and I flinched, pressing my eye lids shut.

His mouth touched my neck and I froze.

His lips were warm. Soft on my skin and his tongue was wet. But behind all that feeling, there was no affection in them. No care.

Only claim.

He kissed lower. Over my collarbone. His mouth opened and his teeth sank into my flesh softly. It wasn't hard or rough, it was soft, like a tease.

Then he moved lower to my chest.

The minute he got to the middle, he trailed his tongue back up my neck, slow and hard, licking off the taste from my body.

I tried to push him away but his hand quickly found mine and he pinned them above my head. My struggles were weak and useless against him but I tried to push further, thrashing my body as hard as I could.

His mouth immediately sank on my breasts and my thrashing stopped, not from pleasure, but from pure shock. A sound I didn't recognize ripped from my throat, not a moan, but something closer to a broken sob.

He bit down cruelly, forcing a jolt through me. My body reacted without my will, a betrayal of nerves, not desire.

A choked sound escaped me. It sounded raw, unbridled and confused. My mind scrambled to detach from my body, to pretend this wasn't happening.

I closed my eyes to block out the sensation, but my body wouldn’t let me forget it.

His hand moved down after taking off the knot and his fingers pressed down my tummy and over my heat.

"Wait..." I begged, opening my eyes. "Please—"

The air was cut off from my lungs as his hand slide between my legs, parting them and sliding in between the folds of my heat. His fingers invaded me, cold and mechanical. My body reacted against my will, and the shame hit harder than his touch ever could.

His tongue travelled lower to my tummy until he was settled between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and pushing them apart until I was spread out before him.

He inhaled like I was meat, not a person. I turned my face away, burning with humiliation, wanting to disappear entirely.

He forced his mouth on me, violating every inch with practiced cruelty. I lay frozen, ashamed of the tears streaming down my face.

My jaw locked. Every nerve screamed as I held on to the sheets, to reality, to anything but this.

His fingers dug in, deeper than I could bear. My insides clenched in panic, not from pleasure, but as an act to restrict the invasion. I watched in horror and wanted to crawl out of myself.

Few more minutes of pure assault and he pulled off, his mouth stained with my juice. He climbed on top of me and took of his trouser.

He undressed with a sick grin on his face, exposing himself without shame, like this was routine. Like I was nothing more than a thing to be used.

He pressed his member against my slit, parting my folds and coating himself with my juice before forcing his way into me until I was completely filled.

"Ohh yeah.." He breathed out heavily as he settled inside me. Pain split through me as he forced himself inside. My breath caught and my vision dimmed. I didn't move. No, I couldn't. My body was shutting down.

He started moving even before I could adjust properly, his thrust hard and rough.

His hand pinned my wrists above my head, his lips found my neck again and his pace increased. He was going harder now, his other hand gripped my breasts until they hurt.

His teeth sank into my neck, biting deeply before licking around the mark like it would go off if he cleaned hard enough.

His movements were violent, unrelenting. My mind disconnected, floating above the pain, trying to survive one second at a time.

"Slowed down...!" I screamed as he got even rougher with me. "Please, take it easy—"

He ignored me and kept going until he started pumping his hot seed into me without my consent.

He slowed his pace and then pulled out of me, leaving me breathless and used. My eyes struggled to stay open and I saw that he wasn't done.

He gripped my waist and pulled me around, roughly entering me again before I could settle. His member struck deep into me again and his pace started off aggressive.

He held my waist and rammed his member as deep as he could go, slapping and squeezing my ass hard randomly.

"Please... It's too much!!" I wailed but he didn't stop.

I stopped resisting—not because I accepted it, but because resistance only fed his cruelty. He used me like property, and I disappeared inside myself to endure it.