(Freya's POV).
"Dev, no!" My lips twitched as I pushed him away roughly. Breaking away from this one-sided kiss.
His mouth curved with a faint teasing and mocking smile. A smile that sent chills down my spine. His eyes darken and I shrink in his arms that grow tighter and tighter. Not letting me leave or get away from him.
"Why? Last time we did it, you enjoyed it, right?" he whispered in my ear. I squirmed uncomfortably. Both my hands were still trying to push against his broad chest. But instead, I felt something pressing down there. Between my groin. Deliberately teasing me.
"I'm not a whore."
"Yes, you are," he said. "The whore in my bed." His lips brushed the sensitive curve of my jaw.
I closed my eyes as my body shivered with fear and cold. I again tried to push him away, but my head fell on his chest as if I was obedient to his touch. This left me lingering as he kissed my neck. Catching my earlobe delicately, I heard a painful murmur.
"Look at how your body reacts. You don't even have any shame, Fey."
"No!" I shouted in defiance.
I stood up straight, trying to come to my senses. Pushing him harder and harder. Even stronger than I imagined to make Devan's body move backward. There was little space I could use to escape, but I screamed in terror when Devan's arms suddenly wrapped around my waist.
The next thing I knew, I was floating in the air with Devan carrying me, bringing me back into the room. My body was like light cotton in his arms.
"Dev! What are you doing?! Put me down!" I shouted.
"As you wish."
My face turned pale as he put me down, but put me down on his lap. With his hands wrapped like a prison around my waist. Pressing down on the back, catching me like a rabbit not allowed to escape.
I pressed against his chest as hard as I could as he looked at me with his darkened gaze filled with lust.
"I don't want it! Let me go!" I protested.
"That's what makes it interesting, Fey," he said smirking. "Remember how I'm going to fuck you even though you're struggling to be released."
My eyes widened in surprise. "Y-You're crazy, Dev," I whispered in a trembling voice. My hands were also trembling violently as they pressed against his body. I was afraid he would suddenly kiss my lips, doing something I didn't want.
I tried to rebel. Hitting his chest repeatedly. Kicking with my legs. But he wasn't fazed or hurt at all.
"Let's play, Fey," he said with a satisfied smile. He pulled my body onto the bed. Tiering me up with his deep, dark eyes. All the while I slobbered beneath him, trying to be released.
He gripped both my hands above my head. Pressing them down with one hand that felt so strong like a harness. While his other hand explored my hand so freely.
I moaned as his hand tickled mine down there. So agile, so seductive. I widened my eyes in surprise as he inserted his finger.
"Dev, ah! No! No!" I screamed in terror. Rebelling to be released.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" he whispered over my lips. The grin on his face grew wider and it made me look disgusting.
Disgusted because my legs automatically spread for him. Disgusted because every time he crushed my lips enthusiastically, it made me tremble with the pleasure I felt. And after hearing me sigh, he would again stop his activities and look at me with a mocking smile.
"Stop it, please..." My voice trembled as I begged him. My tears already falling, but he didn't care at all. “I beg you...”
"My sister must have been like you. Begging like crazy, but that bastard ... damn it!" He cursed loudly. Groaning as he dropped his forehead onto mine. "I'd love to kill him with my hands. Make sure he's completely gone from this world."
"Kill me. Kill me to satisfy your revenge," I said with a sob, "I will bear the sin. So, please ... please stop all this, Dev. Please..."
"Yes, kill you my way," he whispered. His voice was heavy and deep. I trembled beneath him as he kissed my nose, down to the top of my lips. I could feel his warm breath before he crushed my lips again.
My eyes widened in surprise as he pulled his hand away. Pulling my dress up and ramming his roughly into mine.
I screamed in pain beneath him. Thrashing for release as the stinging pain radiated from down there to the rest of my body. It felt like I had just been stabbed by a rough, painful blunt object until I couldn't feel my body. It felt like I was numb.
I closed my eyes as the pain spread like a deadly virus. It made my whole body tremble, stiffened by Devan's blows that were so firm and demanding.
I tried to push off his body. Groaning in pain, protesting to be released as the pain grew more and more intense. My consciousness was almost gone, my eyes blurred with tears, and my body weakened by the urgency that frightened me.
"Stop ... Stop ... D-Dev ... N-No!" I squealed in fear. He kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper. With a thrust that was so hard and fast. My body seemed to be crushed by his demanding and rough thrusts. I felt like I was going to die right then and there.
I pushed his body with fear. With both my hands that were shaking violently. But he just gripped my hands back, pulling my body closer to his until I could feel him going deeper and deeper.
My breath caught, I could hardly breathe. My head felt dizzy from the pleasure and pain mixed. Until I couldn't think clearly whether this was a dream, or this was the hell I was serving my sentence in.
"Look how you've got me pinned there, Fey," he whispered in my ear. "You say ‘no’ every second, but your body craves you like a horny bitch."
His words made me shudder in horror at the disgust I felt. I sobbed beneath him while he continued to fuck me every time. Like a whore whose job it was to satisfy him all night long. On the bed that kept squeaking every time he thrust his cock inside me.
I was disgusted with myself. Feeling dirty. Useless. And helpless.