He began to move, his strokes deep and powerful, and Aurora felt herself being drawn into the rhythm of their bodies. Despite the circumstances, despite the pain, she felt alive.
And as she looked into his eyes, she saw something she hadn’t seen before-a hint of respect.
Maybe, just maybe, she thought, there was a way to use this to her advantage. To make him believe she was truly his, to get what she wanted.
But as the pleasure mounted, she realized she was playing a dangerous game. A game she might not win.
Because the more she gave him, the more he took. And the more she took from him, the more she risked losing herself.
Aurora bit her lip, her eyes watering, as he claimed her over and over again. Each thrust was a reminder of her captivity, each moan a lie to keep the truth at bay.
But she couldn’t deny the way her body was responding, the way she was climbing towards climax despite her mind’s protest.
And when she finally shattered, screaming his name, she felt a mix of triumph and despair.
He had won this round. But she vowed that she would not lose the war.
As he pulled out, she felt empty-not just physically, but emotionally. The cold reality of her situation settled back in, and she knew she had to keep playing the game.
But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something flicker-something that wasn’t quite anger, but wasn’t quite satisfaction either.
It was a challenge. And Aurora knew she had just accepted it.
The battle for control had just begun.
Damian picked her up, his strong arms cradling her as if she were a prize to be displayed. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her body still quivering from the intensity of their encounter.
“I’ll love to fuck you this way,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Aurora’s heart raced as he carried her to the mirror, placing her in front of it so she could see herself-the picture of submission and desire.
“Look at yourself,” he said, his breath warm against her neck. “See what you are to me.”
Aurora stared at her reflection, her eyes meeting the ones that stared back at her-eyes filled with both defiance and defeat.
This was her new reality, and she had to face it head-on.
With a final, gentle kiss to her neck, he set her down, her legs unsteady beneath her.
The mirror reflected their entwined bodies, his tattoos standing out starkly against her pale skin.
It was a jarring contrast-his power and darkness against her fragility and innocence.
But she knew that she was stronger than she looked. And she was determined to use that strength to bring him down.
With a flick of his wrist, Damian had her bent over the edge of the bed, her back arched and her breasts pressing against the cool metal frame.
Their eyes met in the mirror, his dark and unyielding, hers a mix of anger and determination.
He stepped closer, his erection nudging at her entrance, and she couldn’t help but whimper.
The fear and revulsion she felt only fueled her resolve to resist, to find a way to escape this life.
But as he pushed inside her, she felt something else-a strange, unwelcome heat that unfurled in the pit of her stomach.
Her body responded to him, despite her mind’s screams of protest.
It was as if she was watching a movie play out in front of her-a movie she had no control over, but one that was all too real.
He started thrusting violently, each movement sending waves of pain through her body.
Aurora screamed, her nails digging into the bedspread as she tried to find purchase, to push back against him.
But he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. Instead, he only grew more frenzied, his hips slamming into hers with a brutal rhythm that left her gasping for air.
Tears streamed down her face, and she begged him to be gentle, to show some mercy.
But his eyes never left hers in the mirror, and she saw the challenge there-the demand that she submit completely.
And with each thrust, she felt herself breaking a little more, her walls crumbling under the relentless onslaught.
Damian’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into her hips as he picked up the pace.
Her screams grew louder, echoing through the room, but he didn’t seem to care.
If anything, they only seemed to spur him on, his eyes dark with a hunger that was almost animalistic.
Aurora’s thoughts grew hazy, her mind a whirl of pain and pleasure, fear and anger.
But somewhere in the chaos, she found a spark of rebellion.
She wouldn’t let him break her-not completely.
Her eyes locked on the mirror, she watched as he pounded into her, his powerful body a stark contrast to her own.
The way he looked at her, like she was nothing but a possession to be used and discarded, made her blood boil.
But she knew she had to play along, had to keep up the facade if she wanted to keep Luna safe.
So, she let out a moan that was equal parts genuine and forced, her eyes glazed over with a look of lust she hoped was convincing.
His grip on her hips tightened, his strokes growing even more frenzied as he whispered in her ear, “That’s it, baby. Take it all.”
Her stomach turned at the words, but she forced herself to respond, her voice breathy and needy.
“Yes, master,” she panted, arching her back to meet his every thrust.
He smirked, pleased with her performance, and leaned in closer, his teeth grazing her earlobe.
“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck.
Aurora bit back a retort, instead letting her head fall back against his shoulder, her eyes never leaving the reflection in the mirror.
She could see the way her body responded to him, her breasts bouncing with each impact, her skin flushed with arousal.
It was a twisted dance, one of power and submission, and she knew she had to keep it up if she wanted to survive.
As he brought her to the edge of climax once again, she felt a strange sense of victory-she was playing him as much as he was playing her.