Chapter 94 94

Chapter 94 94

Yuki’s hands shook as she stared at Stefano, her back pressed against the car door.

“I won’t,” she said, voice trembling but defiant. “Open the fucking door. Let me out. Now.”

Stefano’s expression didn’t change. He reached into his jacket slowly and pulled out a sleek black gun. He cocked it with a sharp click, pressing the cold barrel directly against her temple.

“Will you suck,” he asked calmly, “or should I force you?”

Tears spilled down Yuki’s cheeks instantly. Her breathing turned into short, panicked gasps. The metal felt ice-cold against her skin. She looked at the gun, then at him, her lips quivering.

With shaking fingers, she reached forward and unbuckled his belt. Stefano leaned back against the seat, watching her with dark, hungry eyes.

She pulled down his zipper and freed his cock. The moment it sprang out, she gasped. It was thick, long, and rock hard, veins pulsing along the shaft.

Stefano groaned at her touch, his hand moving to the back of her head. He used the gun to push her head down firmly.

“Suck,” He ordered.

Yuki’s tears fell onto his thigh as she opened her mouth and took him in. She could barely fit half of him at first, her lips stretching wide around his girth.

Stefano let out a deep, satisfied groan, his fingers tightening in her hair.

“That’s it, princess. Fuck… your mouth feels so good.”

He gripped her hair harder and shoved her head down further, forcing more of his cock into her throat. Yuki gagged instantly, her eyes watering, but he didn’t let up. He jerked his hips up, fucking her mouth with slow, deep thrusts.

“Deeper,” he growled, voice rough with pleasure. “Take more of my cock like my good little slut. That’s right… choke on it.”

Yuki’s hands gripped his thighs, tears streaming down her face as she sucked him desperately, her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the car — slurping, gagging, his low moans.

Stefano’s grip on her hair became bruising as he thrust harder. “Look at you… crying while sucking my dick. So fucking pretty. You were made for this, princess. Made to swallow my cum.”

He jerked his hips faster, pushing himself deeper into her throat. Yuki’s gagging grew louder, her saliva dripping down his cock and onto his balls.

“I’m going to cum,” he groaned, voice strained. “Swallow every drop.”

With a deep, guttural moan, Stefano shoved her head all the way down and came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down her throat.

Yuki gagged violently, tears pouring from her eyes as she struggled to swallow it all.

He held her there for a few seconds longer, savoring the feeling, before finally pulling her off his cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva and cum connected her swollen lips to his still-hard length.

“Good girl,” he murmured, wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “You did so well.”

Yuki looked at the gun still in his other hand, fear flashing in her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Stefano said with a dark chuckle. “There’s no bullet in the gun.”

Yuki’s face twisted with rage and humiliation.

“Fuck you,” she spat, voice hoarse.

“Soon enough, princess.” Stefano smiled, tucking himself back into his pants.

He unlocked the door. Yuki didn’t hesitate, she shoved it open and practically fell out of the car, gasping for fresh air.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, tears still falling as she stumbled away from the black car.

Stefano watched her go, his dark eyes filled with satisfaction and hunger.

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6pm.

Yuki pushed open the door to her dorm room with trembling hands, her breathing still uneven from the walk back. The hallway had been a blur.

Everything felt distant, like she was moving through thick fog. She stepped inside, closed the door behind her, and locked it with a sharp click. The sound echoed too loudly in the quiet room.

She didn’t turn on the lights.

Instead, she walked straight into the bathroom, locked that door too, and leaned back against it for a second, eyes squeezed shut. Her chest felt tight, like something was crushing her lungs.

She turned on the shower, letting the water run hot until steam filled the small space. Without thinking, she stripped off the black diamond gown, letting it fall to the floor like it burned her skin.

She stepped under the spray, the scalding water hitting her shoulders and back.

Yuki grabbed the soap and started scrubbing. Hard. Her hands moved frantically over her arms, her neck, her chest, trying to wash away the memory of Stefano’s touch.

The feeling of his fingers on her skin. His breath against her ear. The taste of him still lingering in her mouth.

Tears mixed with the water running down her face.

She scrubbed harder, nails digging into her skin until it turned red.

“Get off… get off me…” she whispered brokenly, voice cracking.

She looked up at the foggy mirror across from the shower. Through the steam, she saw her own reflection, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes red from crying. She looked dirty. Violated. Used.

Yuki stared at herself, water pouring over her head, and a sob tore from her throat.

“I can’t tell Kade,” she whispered to her reflection, voice shaking. “I can’t… I can’t tell him what really happened. He’ll lose it. He’ll do something stupid and get himself killed. I can’t… I can’t put him in danger like that.”

She pressed her forehead against the cool tiles, shoulders shaking as fresh tears fell.

“I feel so disgusting… like he marked me. Like I let him…”

Her hands moved over her body again, scrubbing until her skin stung, but no matter how hard she tried, the feeling wouldn’t leave.

The memory of Stefano’s voice, his grip, his filthy words, it all stayed stuck to her like a second skin.

Yuki slid down the wall slowly until she was sitting on the shower floor, knees pulled to her chest, water raining down on her. She hugged herself tightly, crying quietly as the steam filled the bathroom.

“I just want this to stop…”

She stayed there for
a long time, letting the hot water run, trying to wash away something that couldn’t be washed away.