Chapter 32

**Rosella…**

I dare not to open my eyes. Just stand there, shaking and trembling, tears streaming down my cheeks.

God, I hate him. I loathe him. If I had known he's such a cruel bastard, I would have never laid a finger on him.

But I can't blame him exactly. He had warned me. Even his brother had warned me. But I had to be stubborn. Stupid, stupid girl. He's going to hurt me now. He's going to inflict pain on me.

Realizing that I cry harder, shuddering.

“Look at me, Esclave.”

I hear his voice from right in front of me. Biting back a frightened scream, I crack open my eyelids and stare at his bare chest. He stands there like a rigid statue, still being cold and detached to me. What he had said to me earlier comes rushing back but instead of feeling the shimmering anger, I feel afraid.

Can he be right?

Am I a deviant? Like him?

I lift up my eyes, to find him glaring at me. I cower under his chilling eyes. But he refrains me from looking away. Steps closer and kisses me. But this time, I gasp out loud as the kiss quickly escalates to high fever. I cling to him, feeling weak in my knees. He kisses me hungrily with deep strokes of his tongue… teasing me… tasting me.

I whine when he breaks away from me, already missing the comforting heat and potent smell of his body. My head spins as I watch him step away. He shifts to the side and my eyes fall on a huge bed. It has to be twice the size of a king sized bed.

I gawk. My eyes take a quick look around, taking in the spacious dark room. The room is completely bare, empty, except for the bed covered in black satin sheets. The only thing illuminating the space inside is the moonlight, filtering in through the glass walls.

I open my mouth to say something but freeze when I sense his warm presence behind me. He moves so lightly, almost floats around. I never see or hear him.

I startle as his arms snake around my waist and open the remaining buttons of my shirt. The shirt splays open, hanging loosely over my shoulders. My breathing catches when he strips me, slowly sliding down the shirt and throwing it aside.

Trembling, I remain rooted to my spot. He takes his time; stepping closer, pulling my long hair aside, tracing small patterns on my back. It almost feels like he's studying my skin, embedding his claim on me.

I let him.

My eyes fall shut as I try to control my rapid breathing.

“What are you doing to me, Esclave?”

My heart breaks when I hear his voice. He sounds sad, confused and so lost. Is it really because of me? Or is he using one of his sick manipulating tricks again?

God, I wish I hadn't known. I wish I hadn't understood what he was making me do earlier. Why couldn't I just play along? Everything had been going so well but then my paranoia had to kick in.

“I don't know. But if I did something that hurt you then please forgive me. I mean you no harm. I never meant.” Tears erupt in my eyes again. He stops touching my back.

I whirl around to face him, dashing my tears away. He has to understand that I won't tolerate being manipulated. I can handle anything but not this. I just can't.

“Don't pull your tricks on me again. If you want me then take me. Just please don't try to fuck with my head. I'd had enough of these mind games. No more. Please, no more.” I whisper brokenly then collapse against him, sobbing.

Instinctively, he catches me. I press the length of my body against his, smearing my hot tears over the smooth plain of his hard chest. He holds me tight against his body, arms trapping me to the point of suffocation. I take comfort in his roughness. Planting my palms on his chest then sliding them up to tangle my fingers behind his neck.

I lift up on my tip-toes and arch my back. Our hips connect. I gasp, just as his hooded dark eyes find mine.

He's turned on! The evidence is pressing against my pelvis, hard and hot. The sheer length of his cock, thickening between us, sends waves of fear and anticipation running through my body. I feel myself growing sleek between my thighs just at the thought of feeling him sliding inside of me.

He's too big! Is he even going to fit inside my channel? I panic. My mouth goes dry with trepidation. I lick my lips.

He mistakes it as a cue and dips his head forward to capture my lips in a searing kiss, sending bolts of sensation to my core. My worries dissolve as he kisses me deep and slow, pulling away to trail feather-light kisses along my jaw and down my neck. Walking me back to the bed until my calves knock the edge.

Abruptly, his arms disappear and he pulls back. Still dizzy from the kiss, I fall. Then hit the bed with a soft plop. He's onto me before I can blink twice. His mouth ravaging mine, his hands groping and kneading my full breasts.

There's a blast of explosive sensations inside my body. So strong and intense that I start feeling overwhelmed. Ecstasy steals my breath when he pinches my nipples, adding jolting pain by twisting them, his mouth swallowing my moans.

If he kept on going at this pace, I'm afraid I'll be coming in no time at all.

I writhe under his masterful strokes and manhandling of my body. When finally he pulls back to breath, he flips us both so that we are sitting on the edge and I'm straddling him. My eyes widen when I feel his hotness between my thighs, pressing against my center.

I moan, my hips rocking.

He growls at me, making me jump then stills my hips with his hands. But I'm feeling too hot and too worked up to stay still. I twine my fingers in his hair and kiss him with everything I have, rubbing my breast against his solid chest, shamelessly. His taste and smell fills my senses, overwhelming me. But with each lick of our tongues, I only crave for more.

I don't see his next move. So when one of his hands releases my hips and two of his fingers plunge deep inside my wet passage, my breath catches in surprise.

“Hmm… You're so tight, Pearl… so wet…” His voice is deep and husky in my ear as I press him closer to me.

I mewl as his fingers work inside me, opening and stretching my clenched walls. It hurts. It hurts so bad. But I've never been more turned on in my life than right now.

My back arches. Tears sting my eyes when he starts pumping faster and deeper, curling his fingers. I twist and turn so that he has to wrap his free arm around my waist and steady me. My hips buck, my senses honing in on my core. I try to crawl away from the brutal intensity of my building orgasm but instead of letting me go, his hungry mouth latches onto my nipples, nibbling and sucking.

“I can't… Oh god… it's too much…” I gasp as my inner muscles clench tightly, a knot forming deep in my lower belly. My thighs tremble out of control when I squeeze them around my captor's hips. “Stop! Please Adrian! Stop. I won't be able to take it. I can't—”

My mouth falls open when his thumb starts circling my clitoris. I sob in his arms, helpless under the force of unaccountable ecstasy he's giving me. My body convulses, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“This is how you make me feel… so helpless…” He releases my nipples to breathe in the crook of my neck, his lips kissing my hot pulsing vein. “You take away my control from me. You make me want to lose control. I've never felt this wild in my whole life time. Never wanted to fuck the hell out of someone. You strip me off of my defenses, you pretty little thing.”

His fingers embed deep inside my channel, rubbing my walls. My arms tighten around him as I try to move my hips to get some more friction to tip over the edge. But he stops touching my clit and it gets worse than the unbearable intensity of his manipulation of my body.

“Please, Adrian…” My nails dig in his back as I frantically try to pull him closer to me. But I can't get close enough.

I beg. I plead. All in vain as he ceases his seductive movements.

My muscles lock, my walls clenching around his fingers in desperate need for him to move. But he does nothing. Just holds me there, right on the edge, harshly breathing in my neck. I whimper.

“You're in deep shit, Pearl. You shouldn't have touched me. You should have run away. I'm never letting you go now. I'm going to use you like the way you deserve. Take you like the slut you are. Fuck you like the whore you are. Can you feel it now? Your pussy… it is sopping wet… only for me. Only because I'm rough with you. Only because I hurt you. When I kissed you sweet and soft, you didn't even blink. But now, with my fingers deep inside your hot drenched cunt, you're trembling in my arms, so desperate and needy. Do you want me to make you come? Tell me you want me to fuck you, hard and I'll make you come like you've never come before. And I swear, I'll fuck us both into oblivion soon after. Just say it and I'll give you everything.” His husky voice, soaking with lust, sends shivers running up my spine as I thaw for him.

His hand that was resting around my waist slides up to grab my hair and wrenches my head back so that he can look at my flushed face. I stare into his charged blue eyes, that appear impossibly bright and shady with lust and something else.

“Say it!” He yells in my face, tugging on my hair painfully. I moan against the hurt. His fingers start pumping again, this time even faster. My insides feel raw but when his thumb presses my clit, the pain plummets into something much more dark.

He stops, relaxes his movements then speeds up, doing it over and over again till I'm a shaking and shivering bundle of coiled hypersensitive nerves.

I can't take it anymore. I'll die from euphoria if he won't make me come now. “Fuck me, Adrian. Fuck me, hard. Make me come, I'm begging you!”

That's all it takes. His fingers curl as he frantically rubs my clit, taking me to a new high. My insides recoil as I become more restless; sobbing, mewling, crying. Nails rake his back while I stare in his incredibly beautiful dark eyes which smile at me like the devil himself.

Before I can prepare myself, he flashes me that evil grin and dips his head to my neck, biting the tender flesh at my collar bone… just as I screech. My muscles spasm, a destructive orgasm rolling through me, making my body tense and my toes curl. He keeps pumping his fingers, drawing out my climax long after the first outbreak.

Helpless at his mercy, I ride his fingers until the sensations have subdued. My hot face awash with tears of pain and pleasure. My body becomes lax in his arms and I have trouble catching my breath.

But he doesn't seem to care.

Sliding me off his lap, he lays me on the bed on my back, spreading me out like a sheet. I let him. I'm too spent to see what he's going to do now. I can barely keep my eyes open after the mind-boggling orgasm he just gave me.

I hear him rustle on the bed then climb off. There's a brief pause, a moment of ominous silence before I feel his hands on my wrists. He tugs my hands overhead and starts winding it with something.

My tiredness forgotten, eyes snap open to search for Adrian. I twist my head so that I can look over my head. I find him kneeling behind me, his hands busy in tying my hands together with a silk black strip then fastening the free end of the strip to the base of the bed.

“What are you doing, Adrian?” I ask, gulping as I watch the dark outline of his body straighten up then prowl around the room like a Predator.

“Tying you down, of course. The strip around your wrists isn't too tight, is it?” He asks in a casual tone, as though he hadn't just restrained my hands to the bed.

I can't speak, a lodge has formed in my throat, so I just nod. He nods back before he returns to stand in front of me, staring down at my body spread Eagle for him.

Self-consciousness shows its face, uninvited. I clam up my thighs, though my chest is still exposed for him to explore with his eyes or hands, his choice.

“No, you don't. Open your thighs.” He chides me.

I refuse. He glares, dark eyes glinting dangerously. I hesitate. He takes the matter in his hands. Grabbing my ankles, he parts my thighs without much effort and ties them down as well.

“That's much better now.” He nods, satisfied with his work.

A blush blooms under my cheek. I gaze at him with building anticipation, waiting to see what he'll do next.

I catch him biting his lip, his eyes roving over my nakedness, his pupils dilating. “You're so beautiful, Pearl…” He trails off, his whispered words sending pleasure pulsing through my veins. “So beautiful and mine. Only mine. I'll never let you go. Tonight, I will claim what has always been mine. I don't care who you are and soon enough, neither will you.”

My breathing picks up, my chest rising and falling obscenely as I feel moisture recollecting at my center. My body is flush and hot, ready for him to take me. I watch his electric eyes glaze over with pure desire when his gaze sweeps down to my sex, taking in my slightly parted folds.

His body is tense, wound up with tight muscles. Restrain shows on his gorgeously chiseled face; thinned lips, clenched jaw and smoldering eyes. His dark hair, wet near the edges, flops over his forehead, amplifying the sexy beast that he has become.

Oh Lord… Looking at him is equal to physical torment. I want to touch him. I want him to touch me.

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**Adrian… **

I haven't seen a more erotic vision before. I can't even focus properly. My eyes are completely drawn to the Goddess spread out and tied down on my bed for me.

She was wet for me when I drove my fingers in her cunt.

And I don't have any doubt that she's still wet for me.

Though… more sensitive and more turned on than ever.

Taking an open stance, I spread my legs apart and stand in front of her, watching her glistening folds while stroking myself through my sweats. I'm so hard, it hurts. I need to be inside her. But first, I need a taste of her virgin pussy.

I slide my eyes up over her body, drinking in every inch, every curve. She meets my heated gaze with barely open eyes, her skin glowing under the soft caress of the silver moon light. She's spent, I've wrung her dry. But I'm not done yet.

Without breaking eye contact, slowly, I crawl between her legs, pulling on the stripes to free her ankles on my way. My control slips a little when I lean forward, dipping my head to plant a closed mouth kiss on her lips then moving down to bite her nipples, making her gasp while soothing the ache with my tongue, coating her dark areolas with my saliva. I lavish her breasts with kisses then reach down to her navel, twirling my tongue inside the little whole. She squirms under the licks of my tongue. I squeeze her breasts in warning. She goes still. Closing my eyes, I drag my tongue down to her clit and circle the swollen nub. Her body tenses underneath me.

I lift my head a little to find her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth sinking into her full bottom lip.

I don't bother to ask her to open her eyes. Just slide my hands down her body and grab her inner thighs, digging in my fingers then force them apart for better access to the sweet cunt of my Esclave. I press my tongue flat against her sex. She gasps, eyes flying open to watch me with shock. I ignore her shaken gaze and take long licks at her cunt, tasting her, savouring her.

The smell of her arousal is heady, potent. I already feel drunk. And her taste… Fuck… she tastes divine.

My eagerness builds to an urgency with each stroke. I want more. I need it. I purse my lips around her clit and suck hard. She cries out, thrashing her head back, her body arching off the bed. Her juices rush out in my mouth, I drink and suck hungrily.

“Oh god, Adrian…! Uh, I'm going to — I'm gonna —” She's cut off by her own screams when I pull her folds apart and stiffening my tongue, I dive in her wet channel, reaching as far as I can.

She comes howling on my tongue, shaking and withering with all consuming pleasure radiating out of her core. Wow… This one was on another level. Supremely pleased, I lean back on my heels, watching her return from her high, gradually.

But before she can recover fully, I get rid of my nether clothes and climb back up, pulling her thighs further apart to settle my hips against her. Swallowing her surprised gasps with a penetrating kiss, I hastily align my pulsating cock with her opening.

“This is going to hurt.” That's the only warning she gets before I start pushing in through her parted folds, her tight but sopping cunt gives way to my persistence as I slide in, inch by small inch.

She starts struggling under me as soon as the thick head of my cock disappears inside her channel. It becomes hard for me to remain on my hands so I lean down and get on my elbows, catching her nipples with my mouth as I breath in and push again. Her wails fill my ears, her vaginal walls stretching, clenching around my width. I almost come at the mere squeeze of her hot walls.

She's too tight. Even her wetness won't be able to save her from the pain. Gritting my teeth, I try to restrain myself. But the pleasure is so overwhelming and sharp that I just can't. I have to move.

I slide out of her then slam back, harder. She cries harder. But her pain only surges me on, turning me on beyond imagination. I lose another chunk of my control as I slide deeper with each thrust.

“Stop, please…God… You're huh—hurting me…” She sobs in my ear as I bury my dripping face in her neck. Her arms flail helplessly above her, trying to get free.

Some twisted part of me takes pride and pleasure in her suffering, knowing that it's only going to heighten the sensations of our climax.

I don't respond, afraid I would upset her if I told her how much I'm enjoying myself while hurting her. I hold back on my moans and grunts but my movements don't slack. I pump inside her till I'm met with the slight resistance of her hymen. Taking deep breaths, I pull back to stare at the tear-streaked face of my Esclave. My eyes try to dart away as guilt arises. But I harden my gaze and while staring in her dark watery eyes, I slam in to the hilt, tearing through the thin membrane, her walls fist around my length. I almost choke on the incredible feeling of her tight pussy as she screams helplessly, thrashing underneath my body that keeps her pinned down.

“Shh… it's okay. You're going to be okay. Just relax and breathe in deeply. I've got you. Hush, now.” I try to sooth her as best as I can. When she finally calms down a little, still sobbing softly, she wraps her legs around my waist. The new angle allows me more room.

“Just do it.” She says, her voice flat, except for the evident pain.

I snap my head back to look at her. But she refuses to meet my eyes. I don't blame her. Letting out a laboured sigh, I feel another piece of my control slicing away. I'm on the verge of losing my mind. Great!

I want to feel her.

Moreover, I need her to feel me.

But my emotions have dulled, I don't even feel the guilt any more. Neither any satisfaction. I knew this was coming. I shouldn't have initiated intercourse tonight. It was a mistake. I've not only ruined her first kiss because of my manipulative urges, but also I've ruined her first time at sex.

I should be in hell, not among people like her.

I wait for the wave of remorse to swamp me, drown me… but nothing happens. I feel as good as dead. I can't feel any emotions that link a male and female in heat, at the most primal level. My lust is vanishing, my urges wilting… No, no, no, no, no… The only thing I can feel right now, is fear… I'm afraid I'm going to lose myself!