Damian watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he turned and walked to the bathroom, leaving Aurora alone with her thoughts. She wanted to scream, to rail against the unfairness of her situation, but she knew it would be pointless. This was her new reality, a living nightmare she had to endure.
With shaky legs, Aurora managed to stand up, the pain of his rough use of her body making it difficult to walk. She took a step towards the door, the coldness of the floor against her bare feet a stark contrast to the fire that burned between her legs. But as she reached for the doorknob, she found it firmly locked. Panic surged through her, her heart racing as she realized she was trapped.
Turning around, she saw Damian leaning against the bathroom doorframe, a towel slung low on his hips, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. “You still have a role to play tonight.”
Aurora felt a cold dread fill her stomach as she faced him. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
Damian’s smile was cold and predatory. “You’re mine now, Aurora,” he said, stepping closer to her. “And I have a feeling that you’re going to be a handful. I need to make sure you know who’s in charge here.” He reached out, his hand grabbing her chin and tilting her head up so she had to look at him.
Her eyes filled with a mix of anger and fear, Aurora tried to pull away, but his grip was iron. “You can’t keep me here forever,” she spat, trying to hide the tremble in her voice.
Damian’s laugh was cold, a chilling sound that echoed through the room. “But I can make sure you never forget who you belong to,” he said, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “And your refusal only makes me want to claim you more thoroughly.” He stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against hers, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the ice in his gaze.
Aurora’s heart raced as she stared up at him, her whole body trembling. She knew she had to find a way to survive, to escape this hell. But for now, she was trapped, a plaything in the hands of a man who took pleasure in her pain. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I want you, Aurora,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Your body, your innocence, it all makes me want to fuck you again.”
Aurora’s eyes widened with fear and revulsion at his words. She took a step back, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks in a silent protest against his claim. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling, “not again.” It hurts and I can’t take it.
Damian’s grip tightened on her chin, his thumb moving to wipe away a tear. “You’re so beautiful when you’re scared,” he murmured, his voice a soft caress that made her skin crawl. “But fear isn’t what I want from you.”
He released her and turned away, walking back into the bathroom. Aurora heard the sound of running water, the tension in the room palpable. For a moment, she considered making a run for it, but the knowledge that she was trapped, that he could catch her at any moment, kept her rooted to the spot.
“Aurora,” he called out, his voice echoing off the marble tiles of the bathroom. “Come here.”
Her legs trembled as she approached, the coldness of the floor seeping into her bones. She felt his gaze on her, watching her every movement as she entered the steamy room. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of sex still lingered in the air, a potent reminder of what had just transpired.
Damian stood before the large, ornate mirror, the water from the shower running over his muscular body. His eyes met hers in the reflection, a challenge in their depths. “Wash me,” he said, his tone a blend of demand and seduction.
Aurora felt a new wave of fear crash over her. She had never been so close to him, never seen him so vulnerable. Yet, the power dynamic was still starkly in his favor. With trembling hands, she picked up a bottle of shower gel and began to lather his body, her eyes avoiding his reflection. His skin was warm and slick under her touch, his muscles rippling as he turned to face the spray of water. Despite her fear, she couldn’t help but be aware of his beauty, his maleness.
His gaze remained on her, watching her every move, his eyes unreadable. Aurora felt a strange mix of emotions: anger at her mother for delivering her into this monster’s care, pity for Luna and the others, and a burning need to escape. Yet, as she washed his body, she couldn’t ignore the way her own body reacted to his nearness, her nipples tightening and her breath quickening despite herself.
He grabbed her hands, halting her movements. Aurora’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled her closer, his cock once again hardening between her thighs. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he guided her hands over his chest, down his abs, and over his hips. Despite the horror of the situation, she found herself responding to his touch, her body betraying her once more.
“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. She met his gaze in the mirror, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. The water cascaded down his body, creating rivulets that traced the contours of his muscles. “I want you to understand something,” he said, his eyes holding hers captive.
Suck it he said .”
Aurora’s eyes widened even further as she realized what he was asking. She felt a mix of disgust and fear, but she also knew that she had no choice. She leaned in, her knees weak as she took his cock into her mouth, the taste of herself still lingering. Her eyes never left his, and she could see the satisfaction in his gaze as he watched her, his hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements.
Her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck him, her teeth scraping gently along the shaft. She tried to ignore the way her jaw was already aching from his previous use of her mouth, focusing instead on the sound of the water hitting the tiles and the warmth of the steam that surrounded them. It was a strange dance, one of dominance and submission, and she knew that she had to play her part perfectly if she wanted to survive.
He pulled her head away as he told her to stand up, and Aurora obeyed, her legs shaking as she straightened. The cold air of the room hit her wet skin, making her nipples tighten even further. She felt his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face the mirror. His eyes met hers in the reflection, dark and demanding.
With a firm grip, he bent her over the edge of the bathtub, the cool porcelain sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass, his breath hot on her neck as he leaned in closer. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he parted her cheeks, his cock sliding along her wetness before he pushed into her again. Aurora bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself being invaded once more.
“Look at the mirror, Aurora,” he growled, his voice low and demanding. She slowly opened her eyes and met her own reflection. The girl staring back at her had red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks, a stark contrast to the gleaming porcelain and gold fixtures surrounding them. She watched as his hand came down, slapping her ass with a sharp crack that echoed in the tiles. The sting was immediate and intense, and Aurora couldn’t help but let out a whimper.
“Moan for me,” Damian whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She felt his cock slide out and in again, the angle making her gasp. “Moan my name.” His hand gripped her hair, pulling her head back so she had no choice but to stare at their reflection. His eyes bore into hers in the mirror, daring her to disobey. Aurora felt the tears well up again, but she bit back the pain and took a deep breath, her body moving in time with his thrusts.
Her voice was hoarse, but she managed to whisper his name as he slammed into her, her eyes never leaving their reflection. The sound of skin slapping skin and the wetness of their union filled the bathroom, a symphony of degradation that echoed in her ears. She could see the pleasure in his face, the way his muscles flexed and his eyes darkened with lust, and she knew that she had to endure this if she wanted to survive.
The slap of his hand against her ass stung, leaving a warm imprint that only added to the fire building inside her. Despite her fear, her body responded to his touch, her pussy clenching around his cock as he fucked her. Aurora felt a mix of anger and despair, but she also felt a strange sense of power. She knew he enjoyed her pain, and by withstanding it, she was depriving him of the complete dominance he craved.
Her eyes never left the mirror as he picked up the pace, his grip on her hair tightening. She could see the tension in his face, the way his jaw clenched with every thrust. It was like watching a battle between her own fear and his desire, and she was the battlefield. Aurora took another deep breath and let out a low, throaty moan, his name slipping past her lips despite herself.