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Lucca

It’s like watching a car accident happen right before your eyes. I know I’m destroying her picture-perfect idea of me, ripping at it little by little every time I move inside of her. I’m taking all the good I’ve done for her and shoving it back into her face. There is no hiding who I am from her anymore. This is me, and now she knows.

“You got what you wanted!” I curl my lip and drive into her once more. Her eyes are wide, and tears slip down the apples of her cheeks. “You pushed me too far.””

I feel like a fucking monster, but her wet pussy calls to me. The sound her pussy makes as I slip inside. She squeezes me so tightly, and even as she resists me, struggling beneath my touch, she still wants this.

Soft little whimpers escape her lips every time I slide deeper, and her nails pierce my flesh, drawing me closer to an orgasm. I’m a bastard for getting off on her pain, for loving that I will be her first and last and that no matter how much she resists me, her tight cunt is going to cream all over me. She is going to come even if I have to force her.

I slip deeper into my subconscious and allow the sick, sinister part of me to take over. I should stop, it’s not too late, but I can’t. Won’t. She is mine. Mine forever. Mine for always. I tried to protect her before. Tried to save her from my darkness, but she walked into it with open arms. Releasing her hands, I take both her legs and pin them to her chest and watch with pleasure as my cock bottoms out inside of her, and my balls press against her perky ass.

“Tell me to stop, tell me you don’t want this,” I taunt.

I might have stolen the choice from her, but it’s one that she made long before she walked into the bedroom and stripped out of her clothes.

With her red hair fanned out like a halo and her creamy white skin glowing a soft pink, she looks like a fucking angel. An angel damned to live in the hell I placed her in.

“Lucca,” she whimpers and tosses her head back and forth as if she’s fighting off the pleasure. With two fingers, I easily find her engorged clit and pinch it between them. Her fingers grasp onto my forearms as I fuck her faster and faster.

“Fuck, come for me. Come on my cock, Claire. Prove to me how much you wanted this. Make it worth my time.”

The headboard creaks, and her head tips back into the mattress. Her pussy flutters with the start of her orgasm, which only encourages me to take her harder. I grind my pelvis into her, wanting to be as close as I can to her.

“I… I’m….” She bites her lip, and her legs shake, and fuck me, I can’t stop what is happening. Her orgasm causes me to explode, and ropes of warm sticky cum pump deep inside of her. I press my clammy forehead against her and kiss the tip of her nose before rolling off of her and sagging onto the mattress.

The pleasure fades slowly, and the reality of what I’ve just done blooms. Claire is unmoving beside me, her eyes trained on the ceiling, her hands resting against the mattress.

She doesn’t seem to be in any distress, but one look at her thighs, which are stained with blood from her now taken virginity, and my cock, and I know there is an unseen ache inside of her. Anger and guilt clash like bulls in my head. She shouldn’t have pushed me, but more than that, I shouldn’t have taken from her like I did.

She deserves better, flowers, and sweet whispers. A man that would’ve prepared her and taken her with finesse. Fuck, I should’ve stopped.

I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face. Post sex, Claire is as beautiful as virginal Claire was. Her cheeks are glowing, her eyes brighter.

“Are you… Did I….” I squeeze my eyes shut and grit my teeth. Never have I had to ask a woman if I took her too hard or hurt her. The women I fucked before Claire meant nothing to me. If I hurt them, then I did, but I couldn’t look at Claire like that. Even in my haze to get inside of her and claim her, I still took her gentler than I ever had any other woman.

Claire was different, she always has been, and now that I have taken her, owned her body, I can never let her go. My obsession with her will never fade. She is mine, forever.

“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” I somehow get the question out after a few minutes. Claire rolls to face me, shifting her legs, and pain twists in her features like a barbed wire. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and stares at me.

“I don’t think I’m hurt, maybe a little sore. You were just… rough.” She chokes on the last word, and the light in her eyes diminishes.

“I…” An apology rests against my tongue, but I can’t bring myself to say anything. What am I going to do? Apologize for giving her what she wanted? No. She wanted me to fuck her, maybe not like I did, but the result was the same.

“I’m going to run you a warm bath. That will help,” I say, pushing off the bed, needing to put the distance between us. There is an ache in my stomach that twists, tightening with each second that goes by.

I’m a cruel fucking monster for hurting her, but I know I would do it again. It’s why I’ve been trying so hard to push her away.

In the bathroom, I rinse the tub out and start the bath, making sure the water is warm. Glimpsing my reflection, I pause. The streaks of blood and cum on my cock are a victory of war. Her virginity is mine, and as fucked up as that is, it satisfies me to no end that she is mine and no one else’s.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I smile as I clean the evidence from my cock and walk out into the bedroom. Claire is still lying on the mattress, in the same position I left her. The slope of her back has me imagining what it would be like to take her on her hands and knees while I slap her ass. The blood rushes to my cock, and I quickly find a pair of boxers and slip them on.

Even after the damage I’ve caused her, I could still fuck her again right this second if she begged me to.

“Your bath is almost ready,” I say into her good ear and trail my finger down her spine. She moves to sit up and winces. Seeing her like this feels like a dull knife is being shoved into my chest. The pressure to be more for her is astounding. I want to do right by her, but I can’t pretend to be something I’m not. When she winces again, I’ve had enough and whisk her into my arms, cradling her to my chest.

“You don’t have to carry me. I know you don’t care that you hurt me,” she snaps.

She knows I don’t care? She knows nothing.

“Of course, I care if you are hurt. But I won’t apologize for giving you what you want, Claire. You basically begged me to fuck you, and I warned you before that I was no good. I told you I can’t love you the way you want me to. If you regret what happened, then that’s your fault,” I say while slowly placing her in the steamy water.

She tucks her chin to her chest, and her lips tremble. I know she is hurting, and I know I am part of the cause, but I don’t care. She is mine now.

“Do you… regret what happened?”

I sit down on the closed toilet. “No. I don’t regret fucking you. I’ve wanted you as long as you’ve wanted me, but my want of you is different. It’s primal, it’s a need to protect, to keep.” I look her straight in the eyes when I speak my next words. “Giving yourself to me sealed your fate. You’re mine now, Claire. I’m never letting you go.”