Look at me,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Aurora forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze once again. His smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress that made her skin crawl.
He began to move, his hips thrusting into her with a brutal rhythm that sent shockwaves of pain through her body. Aurora clenched her teeth, her eyes never leaving his as she endured the relentless assault. She felt like she was being torn apart, her body’s natural reactions to his rough handling betraying her, a traitorous arousal building despite her fear.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice a broken plea. “It hurts.”
Her words fell on deaf ears, as if they were just another form of entertainment to him. Damian’s smile grew, his teeth flashing in the dim light as he increased his pace, his hips pistoning into her with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mansion. Aurora’s hands, which had been pushing against his chest in a desperate attempt to hold him at bay, now clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She could feel the warmth of her own blood as she ripped into him, but he didn’t stop, didn’t even flinch.
“Beg for it, Aurora,” he whispered, his voice a dark melody that seemed to resonate within her very soul. “Beg me to stop, and maybe I will.”
But she knew it was a lie. Damian’s eyes gleamed with the thrill of the hunt, and she was the prey he was determined to conquer. Aurora bit her tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her plead for mercy. Instead, she closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of her own ragged breathing and the beating of her heart.
Damian’s strokes grew more brutal, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her bones rattle. She could feel every inch of his thick, hard cock as it filled her, stretching her beyond what she thought was possible. The pain was so intense it was almost numbing, a constant, pulsing throb that threatened to consume her. But amidst the agony, she felt a spark of anger ignite deep within her.
“Please,” Aurora gasped, her voice a desperate whisper, “I can’t… I can’t take it.” But even as she begged, she knew it was a lie. Some part of her, the part that had been forged in the fires of her mother’s hatred and the cruelty of this world, refused to give in completely.
Damian’s only response was a grunt of pleasure as he drove into her, his strokes becoming more erratic, more intense. Aurora could feel his body tense, the muscles in his arms and shoulders tightening as he approached climax. The knowledge that she had some power over this monster, that she could affect him in some way, gave her a semblance of control amidst the chaos. She focused on that, clinging to it like a lifeline in the stormy sea of pain and fear.
Her voice, though strained, grew louder, her words clearer. “Damian, stop!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the chamber. “Please, I can’t take anymore!” But instead of mercy, her cries only seemed to inflame his desire.
Damian’s eyes lit up with a feral excitement at the sound of his name on her lips, his thrusts growing more forceful. Aurora felt a strange mix of anger and despair, her body betraying her once again as it responded to his touch despite the pain. His eyes never left hers, holding her gaze as if challenging her to break.
With a sudden jerk, he flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so that her face was buried in the bed. The fabric of the comforter smelled faintly of his cologne, and she bit down on it to muffle her cries as he pushed into her from behind. The new angle sent waves of agony through her, but she refused to give in, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to focus on anything but the monster claiming her.
Her body was a battleground, every inch of her skin a map of his possession. His hands gripped her hips tightly, leaving bruises that would surely bloom into dark flowers in the morning. Each thrust was a declaration of his power, a violent assertion that she belonged to him. Aurora felt the mattress shake with the force of his movements, and she knew that she was not the first girl to experience this brutal claiming.
But she was not going to be like the others. Despite the pain, she was determined to keep her spirit untouched by his darkness. She bit down on the comforter, tasting the bitterness of the fabric as it muffled her sobs. Tears stained the velvet beneath her cheek as she felt the pressure build within her, her body’s treacherous response to his relentless invasion.
Damian’s breath grew ragged, his grip tightening on her hips as he drove into her with a ferocity that spoke of his own desperation. Aurora’s eyes squeezed shut as she felt the first warm trickle of wetness between her legs, a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, her body’s betrayal evident in the wetness that coated his cock as he pulled out and thrust back in.
With a cruel twist of his hand, he found her clit and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. Aurora’s body arched upwards, a silent scream caught in her throat as the sensation of his rough fingers against her most sensitive spot sent a bolt of pleasure through her. Despite the pain, her body responded to his touch, her pussy clenching around his cock with every stroke. She hated herself for it, hated the way he was making her feel, but she couldn’t stop the involuntary movements that met his every thrust.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” Damian murmured, his voice thick with lust as he watched her body betray her. He placed both of his hands on her back, pushing her down onto the bed so that her face was buried in the pillows. The fabric of the pillowcase was rough against her cheek, the scent of his cologne filling her nostrils with each ragged breath she took. His thrusts grew more violent, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, sickening sound.
Aurora felt his cock thicken even further within her, the pressure building as he neared his climax. His hands tightened on her hips, his nails digging into her soft skin as he held her in place, forcing her to take his entire length. The pain was unbearable, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. Instead, she focused on the sound of their mingled breaths, the harsh slap of skin on skin, the wet suction of his cock filling and emptying her over and over again.
“Look at you,” he taunted, his voice strained with his own pleasure. “So eager, so wet for me.” His thumb pressed harder against her clit, the sensation bordering on pain. Aurora’s body tensed, her muscles quivering as she fought the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm her. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, didn’t want to let him claim victory over her body. But the pressure was too much, her willpower slipping away with each brutal thrust.
As she felt his dick twitch inside her, she knew what was coming. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. He was going to cum. She begged, her voice desperate, “Please, don’t cum inside of me,” but Damian only smiled, his teeth glinting in the dim light. He flipped her onto her back, his grip on her legs like steel bars as he raised them high. The change in angle was sudden, and Aurora had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out in pain.
Her hands shot to his cock, trying to pull it out, but he was too big, too thick. She clawed at him, trying to push him away, but he just watched her, his smile widening. The sadistic pleasure in his eyes was almost tangible. It was as if he enjoyed her pain, her struggle. His grip on her legs tightened, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, adding to the agony she was already feeling.
“If you don’t want me to fill you inside,” he said, his voice a dark promise, “then you have to take it in your mouth.”
Aurora’s stomach twisted at the thought, but she knew she had to choose the lesser of two evils. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Do it then.”
Damian’s smile grew even more sadistic at her submission, and he resumed his relentless pounding. Aurora could feel her body tightening around him, the orgasm she had been fighting for so long now inevitable. The pain was a living entity, writhing and pulsing within her, but she clung to the hope that this would be over soon.
Her eyes remained squeezed shut as she felt the warmth of his seed fill her. The sensation was both horrifying and strangely satisfying, a twisted victory in the face of his dominance. She felt used and violated, but also oddly powerful, as if by enduring his brutality she had claimed a piece of herself back from the monster that owned her.
Damian’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his body still for a brief moment as he finished inside her. Aurora lay there, trembling, as he withdrew and stood up, his erection already starting to fade. He looked down at her with a mix of amusement and disdain. “Clean up,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion as he tossed a towel at her.
Her body felt like it was on fire, her insides throbbing with pain and humiliation. She slowly sat up, her legs shaking, and took the towel, trying not to make eye contact with him. She knew that if she did, she would see the triumph in his gaze, and she couldn’t bear it. She wiped herself clean, her eyes never leaving the floor.