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I was so scared I couldn't answer.

I couldn't confirm what he had just taken from me.

Tears trailed down my face as his features twisted in anger.

I didn't need to answer him.

He pulled out of me, and the evidence was there in the smeared blood on my inner thighs and his cock.

He stared down between us for a moment, then turned back to me.

Slowly, his fury melted away, shifting into something far more sinister, far more dangerous.

Pleasure, pride, and possessiveness masquerading as affection.

"That's my beautiful girl," he purred, leaning down to place a kiss on my neck. "Saving this sweet cunt just for me."

I wanted to scream and yell that it hadn't been for him.

That he had taken something important from me with force.

But I was too afraid of him.

What else was he going to do to me? The way he waslooking at me now was… intense. Not just with desire, but something deeper, more sinister and unhinged. Something closer to obsession.

Bracing his forearm on the side of my head, he leaned down and placed a wet kiss over my nipple. "Brace yourself, baby, this is going to hurt."

My hips bucked as I cried out, "No!".

Ignoring my plea, he thrust in again.

Hard. The pain was still there, still intense, but less so.

This time, he didn't stop. My body rocked with each punishing thrust. The pain morphing into something more. Another sign that I couldn't even control my own body.

All the time, he sucked and bit my breasts while whispering to me in Russian. It was cruel that his deep, guttural voice sounded so fucking sexy. For all I knew, he was telling me all the ways he planned to dispose of my body afterward.

Or he was describing in horrific detail the things he was going to do to me before selling me as a pet to some sadistic animal.

But I couldn't help my response to every guttural word and every kiss or bite to my breasts.

Just like I couldn't help the way my core tightened around him, pulling him back in every time he pulled out. I couldn't help the way the pain had completely dissolved and pleasure took over. Deep-seated, intense pleasure.

Like everything else was to get me ready for this. For his cock to reach the itch inside of me I didn't know needed to be scratched as he pushed in deeper and harder than I thought possible

God help me, I came again.

Screaming as my hips rose to meet his thrusts. Obviously, I had very little sexual experience, but I couldn't imagine anything beating this for its dark intensity.

Everything about this was wrong, but no matter how much my mind screamed that I hated it, my body loved it.

I couldn't deny the way my body tightened around him, pulling him deeper, never wanting to let him go until he gave me what his thick cock promised with every thrust.

It promised more.

More pleasure, more satisfaction.

He ground down, angling his cock to press against my G-spot while he angled my hips so every thrust pressed against my clit as well, making my head spin.