My breasts throbbed and so did my insides as he rammed deeper an deeper regardless of how many times he had came inside me. I had lost count.
Punishing me for something he himself couldn't understand.
I had begged. Pleaded. But it didn't matter. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer with every thrust, until I thought I might break.
It was relentless. Bruising. He had no mercy, no restraint. He wanted to take. And I let him. Cause that's all a vulnerable woman like me could do.
The bed creaked beneath us, but it wasn't enough. His rage spilled out. We crashed onto the floor, then the couch, until I was pressed against the cold glass of the window. My skin seared from the icy touch of the pane. Yet he only pressed harder.
Pain is the price of betrayal, they say.
And I was paying in full.
There was no escape. His punishment was for both of us. Every thrust, every bruise-his wrath, his desire.
The harder he went, the more his control slipped. I could feel it, sense it in the air. His anger was a storm, and I was its unwilling center.
A man chasing shadows punishes those in the light.
And I was the only one left to bear it.
His hand wrapped around my throat as beads of sweat travelled down my spine and I was suddenly slammed forward.
"Do you know where he is?" His hot breath tickled my neck.
I gasped, my mind spinning, unable to focus. All I could do was pant and hope no one could see us. Even though it was night, I was sure this penthouse was visible from the outside.
"He's looking at you right now." His teeth grazed my skin. "Watching you get fucked by the man you called a bastard."
My eyes widened for a fraction of second and then he rammed again. "J-Judas!"
His thrusts became more sharp and punishing. I tried to speak, to breathe, but the words caught in my throat.
"How does it feel, little bird?" His hand wrapped around my bruised breast a si let out a uncontrollable moan, pulling me tighter against him. "How does my dick feel? Is it better than his? Larger?"
A sob escaped me, my nails digging into the window pannel. "N-no, please, I'm sorry-"
"Sorry?" He slammed into me, making me cry out. "No, you're not sorry. But you will be. I'll make sure of it."
"Judas!" I gasped, my body shaking, tears streaming down my face. "Oh God!"
"Yes," he hissed, his lips brushing my ear. "Scream it. I'm your god now. I'm your fate, your death, and your destruction." His hand tightened around my throat, his other gripping my hip with bruising force. "You'll remember this name, Judas Romanovski. I'll mark you with it."
I tried to pull away, my body ached, but he held me firm. "You're not thinking straight! You're hurting me!"
This maniac lowly laughed. "That's the fucking problem, ptichka. You don't let me think straight." His thrusts grew rougher, harder. "You fuck with my head."
My body buckled beneath his force, my heart pounding in my chest. "You make me mad. You make me insane."
He pulled my hair, jerking my head back. His eyes burned with a madness I had never seen before.
A man driven by anger was like a blind wolf. And I was the one who led me into darkness.
His grip on my hair tightened, pulling me so hard my neck arched, forcing my face upward. His breath was hot and ragged against my skin, his body a furnace pressing relentlessly against mine.
"Fucking look at me," he growled, slamming into me with brutal force. "This is what you do to me, you worthless little girl. You make me lose my goddamn mind."
I whimpered, my voice barely a breath, "Please-"
"Please, what?" He spat the words, his hand moving from my throat to shove my cheek against the cold glass. "You begged me to stop, but here you are, taking every inch of me. Lying to yourself." He leaned in, teeth grazing the back of my neck. "But you love it, don't you?"
I could barely think, barely breathe as he pounded into me, every thrust more vicious than the last. My knees wobbled, my fingers slipping against the window as I tried to find some way to steady myself. But there was no steadying in this storm.
"You think this is pain?" he snarled, his teeth biting down on my shoulder. "This is nothing, baby girl. I'll fucking ruin you."
He grabbed my hips, pulling me back onto him, burying himself deeper. My body jerked, pleasure mixing with the ache. He cursed, his voice a harsh rasp.
"I'll fuck you until you break. Until every part of you knows who you belong to."
I gasped as his grip bruised my skin, his fingers digging in, branding me. My mind blurred with the agony of it, the heat, the overwhelming sensation of him inside me, taking everything.
"Judas-" My voice cracked, but it didn't matter. He wasn't listening. He was beyond reason.
"You don't fucking get it," he growled, pulling out only to slam back inside, tearing another scream from me. "You fucked with my head. Now I'm fucking with your body."
The cold glass pressed into my chest, but the fire in him burned too hot. I felt him everywhere-his breath, his hands, his cock-relentless and brutal.
"You want to cry?" His hand snaked around my throat again, squeezing until my breath stuttered. "Fucking cry. But you'll scream my name when you come. Judas. That's all that will come out of that pretty mouth."
He thrust harder, his movements more violent, and I felt the edges of pain blur into something terrifyingly close to pleasure. I was losing myself, lost in the madness he brought.
"Fuck," he groaned, his teeth grazing my ear as his pace quickened. "I'll make sure you feel this tomorrow. I'll make sure you fucking bleed for me."
He slammed into me one last time, his grip tightening as he emptied inside me, cursing, groaning, claiming me with every brutal breath.
"And you think this is the end?" He growled low in my ear, voice dripping with menace. His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "This is just the fucking beginning, little bird."
I shuddered, every inch of me aching as he pulled out slowly, his body still pressed against mine, his hands never leaving my skin. I tried to catch my breath, but he wasn't finished. He spun me around, forcing me to look into his wild, unforgiving eyes.
"You thought one round would be enough to satisfy me?" His voice was low, dangerous. "I'm far from done."
My legs trembled, barely able to hold me up, but he didn't care. His hand shot to my throat again, squeezing just enough to make my breath catch.
"You'll take me until you can't fucking stand," he growled. "Until you're so full of me, you'll feel me for days. Weeks. Until you feel every inch of me when you think of that fucker."
I whimpered, trying to pull back, but his grip tightened. "You're not going anywhere. Not until I say so."
He slammed me back against the window, the cold glass biting into my back, a harsh contrast to the heat radiating from him. His body pressed into mine again, unrelenting, as his hand slid down to my thigh, yanking it up around his waist.
"You're mine," he hissed, his lips inches from mine, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "And I'll make sure every part of you knows it."
I was lifted effortlessly into his arms again, and this time all the fight had left my body and I let him carry me to the bed as he threw me on the bed and immediately crawled on top of me.
Before I know, he was flipping me around and leaning till his muscular chest was pressed against my back. I felt it. His angry raging tip of his cock pressing against my folds and with a single thrust, he penetrated me.
I let out a whimper in response and squirmed but he wrapped his arm around my mouth and in spite, I bit hard on his arm to make him fell the same pain he was making me go through.
But he didn't pull away his arm, instead, he pressed my face more into his rippled muscles. "Bite all you want, but I won't be stopping tonight. Not until I claim this cunt."