CAMILLE’S POV :
He landed a slap to my face, leaving me shocked. This was the second time he has hit me, I don’t even know what I’ve done wrong. My lips trembled at the hard hit.
“We are now fighting off the mistakes your parents made but do you know what your going to have to suffer for it and take their place because lately I’ve been so stressed and it seems like your parents mistakes are making everything worse” tears rolled down my face as he spoke and dragged me to the bedside.
The room was silent, save for the sound of my muffled sobs. I was lying on the bed, my hands behind my back, my wrists bound with rope, I don’t even know where the rope came from. I had been stripped of my clothes, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable.
He stood over me, his face a mask of anger and disgust. He reached out and grabbed my shoulder, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. I gasped in pain, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he used his grip to force me onto my back, pushing me further into the bed. He continued to press me down, his fingers digging into my skin.
I whimpered in pain, but the alpha didn’t spare me a glance.
He then left me and stood before me, his eyes burning with hunger as he slowly removed his clothes. I watched in fear, my body trembling as he revealed his muscular physique.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his voice low and husky.
I hesitated, my mind racing. I knew she should resist, but I couldn’t. I was terrified.
“Please,” I sobbed, my voice trembling with fear. “Don’t do this to me.”
His eyes narrowed, his gaze full of darkness and danger. He took a step closer to where I was, his body towering over mine.
“You are mine,” he growled, his voice filled with dominance and possession. “And you will do as I say.”
My sobbing grew louder as he reached out, his hands rough and possessive as he dragged me towards him. I knew I was helpless to resist, and that terrified me even more.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Don’t hurt me.”
But he was beyond reason. I knew I was completely at his mercy. He then untied the rope he use to tie my wrists together, releasing my hands.
Tears streamed down my face as I clutched at the sheets in fear. I tried to pull away as he reached out with his hands, but he was too strong, holding me firmly in place as he spread my legs open forcefully against my will.
I gasped and whimpered as the he gazed upon my most intimate parts, his eyes burning with desire as he took in the sight of my pink, glistening pussy. I tried to push him away, but he was relentless, his fingers tracing the delicate folds of my sex and probing at my swollen clit.
I cried out in protest as his fingers delved deeper into me, his thumb rubbing against my clit in a rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I writhed and moaned beneath him, her body responding to his touch despite her fear, I have never been touched in this way before.
His gaze was fixed upon me, I could see his eyes blazing with hunger as he watched my body respond to his touch. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as he slipped another finger inside me painfully.
I gasped and arched my back, my body shuddering as his fingers moved in and out of me, his thumb rubbing against my clit in a rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing through my body. I cried out in protest, he was relentless, his fingers driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I wanted to resist but I couldn’t.
Finally, I came with a loud cry, my body shaking and convulsing as the his fingers brought me to the most intense orgasm of my life. And as I lay beneath him, my body still trembling with pleasure and fear and pain, he didn’t go easy on me at all.
Then, he stood up and looked down at me with disgust. “You’re nothing but a slut,” he sneered.
I don’t know if he’s anger was increasing and he was yet to be done with me so i tried to crawl away, tears streaming down my face. “Please, stop,” I begged.
But unknown to me he was more than finished. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back, exposing my neck. “You’re going to pay for everything,” he growled.
I tried to fight back, but it was no use. He was much stronger than I was and I didn’t have a choice that to obey. He wrapped his hands around my neck and began to squeeze, cutting off my air supply.
I gasped and struggled, but he only laughed and increased the pressure. I could feel my vision starting to fade and knew that I was close to losing consciousness.
Just when I thought it was all over, he released his grip and let go of me. I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.
But he wasn’t done yet, as he grabbed me by the hair once again and pulled me to my feet. “You’re going to learn your place, learn not to question me”, he snarled.
I sobbed and begged for mercy, but he was beyond reason. He forced me to my knees, ordering me to open my mouth as he began to violently thrust himself into my throat.
I gagged and coughed, but he didn’t care. He was lost in his own pleasure, completely oblivious to the pain and suffering he was causing me.
I cried and begged him to stop, but it was no use. He was in control, and he was going to do whatever he wanted.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was finished. Aiden withdrew from my throat and stood up, a smug grin on his face as he left me there put on his clothes and left.
I laid on the floor sobbing, my throat raw and sore. I knew that this was just the beginning. He would continue to abuse me and call me a slut, use me as a source of release and there was nothing I could do to stop him.