He climbed back onto the bed, his weight pressing her further into the mattress. His hands roamed her body, touching and claiming, making her skin crawl. Aurora clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, focusing on the pain to keep the panic at bay. She knew that if she didn’t find a way to get out of this, she would be lost, her soul forever tainted by his touch.
With a swift move, Damian pushed two of his thick fingers into her, the sudden intrusion making her scream out in pain. Her body tensed around him, trying to fight off the unwelcome invasion, but he was relentless. His eyes never left hers, watching her reaction with a twisted fascination that made her want to claw them out. The pain was unbearable, stealing her breath, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. “I can’t wait to see how you handle more of me.” Aurora’s eyes watered, her nails digging into the bed as she tried to ignore the violation. His fingers moved within her, stretching and probing, preparing her for what was to come.
“You still think you can fight this?” he taunted, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. She could feel his other hand hovering over her, ready to smack her if she didn’t behave. But Aurora didn’t let him see her pain. Instead, she stared back at him, her eyes blazing with defiance.
“How fascinating,” he said, his voice a cold, mocking whisper. He began to move his fingers inside her, a slow, deliberate motion that sent waves of agony through her body. Aurora’s teeth clenched, her knuckles white as she gripped the bed sheets. She wanted to pull his fingers out, to end the violation, but his grip was too strong. His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it in a way that made her body betray her, sending sparks of pleasure through the haze of pain.
Her eyes searched for a way out, for some escape from this horror, but the room was a prison of velvet and darkness. She felt like a wild animal caught in a trap, unable to move, unable to fight. Yet she wouldn’t let him see her despair. She kept her gaze on his, refusing to let it drop.
But her defiance dropped when he forcefully inserted another finger, and he didn’t wait for her body to accommodate his fingers before he started thrusting in and out with them. The pain was excruciating, a burning sensation that made her eyes water and her vision swim. She bit her lip to stifle the scream that threatened to escape, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms.
“Ah,” he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malevolent pleasure. “I haven’t even started yet, and you’re already crying.” His voice was a taunting whisper that seemed to echo through the vast, dark room. Aurora’s heart hammered in her chest, the pain and fear threatening to consume her, but she held onto that sliver of defiance with all her might.
He leaned closer, his fingers still invading her body, his thumb mercilessly rubbing at her clit. “You’re going to scream for me, Aurora,” he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. “You’re going to beg for it.” His words were a promise, a declaration of his intent to break her. But she wouldn’t let him win so easily.
“I’d rather die,” Aurora spat, her voice a hoarse whisper filled with anger and pain.
Damian’s smile grew, his eyes gleaming with excitement at her challenge. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear. “We’ll see,” he murmured, his breath hot and suffocating. He removed his fingers from her, and for a brief moment, she felt relief. But it was short-lived as she felt the head of his cock press against her, the promise of even greater pain.
Aurora’s body tensed, her muscles clenching in a futile attempt to keep him out. But he was too strong, too determined. With one brutal thrust, he claimed her, filling her completely. A scream tore from her throat, echoing through the chamber as he pushed himself deeper. Her body fought him, trying to expel the intrusion, but it was a battle she knew she couldn’t win. The pain was unbearable, a white-hot agony that made the room spin.
Damian paused, watching her with a sadistic smile as he enjoyed her torment. He leaned down, his mouth against her ear. “Is this what you want?” he whispered, his voice a mix of mockery and challenge. “To feel like you’re fighting for something?”
Aurora’s eyes squeezed shut, the tears spilling over her cheeks. “Get it over with,” she managed to say, her voice a broken whisper. She didn’t want to feel anything, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg or scream. But he didn’t move, his cock still lodged inside her, his weight pressing her into the mattress.