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“Good girl,” he murmured.

He withdrew his fingers, and I felt him shift behind me, his big, rough hands taking hold of my hips. In place of his fingers, I now felt his cock at my entrance.

In one brutal thrust, he pushed into me, tearing through my hymen and burying himself in my core. I screamed, the sensation of him stretching me, filling me beyond anything I could have imagined, so overwhelming, so all-consuming, that for several long seconds, a white haze of pain splintered my vision.

Before this moment, I had been a virgin. I’d never had a cock inside me before. I’d been innocent in the ways of men.

For women under the age of eighteen in the city I was from, sex was forbidden, and the rules were maintained with an iron fist. If anyone was found breaking the law, they were dealt with swiftly and in a way that made an example for everyone else.

Violently.

I had seen the punishments and heard the screams of pain, and I had never been tempted.

I hadn’t known this was what I was missing. The full, intensely pleasurable feeling of having someone—him—inside me, of being filled and taken and possessed was profound. Now I could never imagine this not being a part of my life.

My captor groaned, loud and long, the sound raw and powerful. His grip on my hips tight, he kissed and licked along the side of my neck.

“Fuuuuck,” he breathed, his teeth scraping my skin.

His fingers flexed, nails digging into my bare skin.

“God, Wildcat, you feel so fucking good.” He ground out the words like there was gravel in his throat.

I didn’t answer him.

Couldn’t.

My body was wound too tight, every muscle trembling. He felt huge inside me. Massive and overwhelming and so goddamn perfect. My body tried to stretch to his size, tried to take every last inch of him, but I ached, and I moaned, and I tried anyway.

I was completely at his mercy.

His hand moved up to grasp the back of my neck, his teeth nipping at my shoulder, pinning me down to the bed.

“Are you ready, Wildcat?” he asked, his voice thick, strained.

A strange, desperate noise filled the room and it took me a moment to realize it was me.

“Hold on, little mate. This is going to hurt.”

Before I could ask him what the fuck he meant, he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into me. The impact tore a cry from deep in my soul, the pain blinding, exquisite. My eyes rolled back behind the blindfold, the world tilting around me.

I couldn’t see. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

All I could do was feel.

Feel the way his fingers dug into my skin, holding me steady for him. Feel the way my pussy clenched around his cock. Feel the way he filled me so completely. Feel the power of him.

I cried out, my entire body straining as he pressed every inch of himself inside of me. I’d never felt anything remotely like this in my life.

Then he began to move.

His thrusts were hard, deep, utterly ruthless. Each impact shook me to my depths.

I could hear his panting breaths, harsh and ragged, feel the heat of him surrounding me. His hand released the back of my neck, then he slid both hands down my arms, grabbing both my wrists, and pinning them both to the mattress as he drove into me again and again, his rhythm unrelenting.

“God, yesss,” he hissed, his pace picking up, his thrusts coming harder, deeper. Faster.

I writhed beneath him, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure and the pain swirling together into one intoxicating mix that made my head spin.