Lina’s eyes filled with tears. “Damian, it’s not like that,” she protested weakly, but her voice was lost in the pain of her own sobs.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “You wanted Aurora to know her place, didn’t you?”
Lina felt a surge of anger at the accusation. “Yes but it wasn’t my idea to sell her ” she choked out, the words raw in her throat. “It wasn’t me, Damian. It was your father.”
Damian’s expression grew colder, his grip on her tightening. “My father will get his own punishment,” he said through clenched teeth. “But you, Lina, you’re going to pay for what you did to Aurora.”
Without warning, he thrust into her, his movements brutal and uncaring. Lina’s scream ripped through the room, raw and primal. She felt like she was being split in two, the pain from the whip and his invasion melding into pain. Her nails dug into the bed, as she grabbed the sheets, her body was claimed by a man she had once thought she loved.
Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that was nothing like the gentle love she had dreamed of. The bed creaked and groaned under the force of his thrusts, the sound mingling with her desperate cries. Each movement was punctuated by a whip crack of pain from her fresh wounds, making her arch off the mattress, her teeth gritted in a silent scream.
“How does it feel, Lina?” Damian’s voice was cold, his eyes gleaming with malicious pleasure as he watched the agony play across her face. “Does it feel good to be used like this? To be taken without consent?”
Lina’s eyes snapped open, meeting his with a mix of shock and despair. She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath him. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath. “It doesn’t feel good. It hurts so much.”
Damian’s expression was one of twisted satisfaction as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Good,” he said, his voice a dark caress. “This is what Aurora felt, the first time she was in this bed with me. The pain, the fear, the humiliation. Did you think I’d treat you any differently?”
Lina’s eyes widened in horror, her tears flowing freely as she stared up at him. She never knew this side of Damian, the cruel, sadistic monster beneath the charming facade. “No, please,” she choked out, her voice a broken whisper. “Please, don’t do this. It’s not right. I didn’t know, I didn’t”
Her pleas were cut off as he reached down and squeezed her breasts with a brutal force that made her scream in pain. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, his grip tightening until she thought she might pass out. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he hissed. “To feel desired, to feel like you’re in control?”
Lina’s eyes rolled back in her head, the agony overwhelming her. “No, please, stop,” she managed to gasp, her voice strained with pain. But Damian wasn’t listening. He was lost in his own twisted sense of justice, intent on making her suffer as Aurora had.
He leaned in closer, his teeth clenched as he whispered, “You wanted this, didn’t you? To be the one I desired above all others. But now you’re just another toy to me. Something to use whenever I please.”
With a vicious sneer, Damian squeezed her breasts again, his fingers digging into the tender flesh. Lina’s cries grew more desperate, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to block out the pain. She never knew he could be so cruel, so cold.
“You’re going to learn what it’s like to be used,” he murmured in her ear, his voice thick with malice. “Every time I want you, you’ll be here, ready to take whatever I give you.”
With that, he began to squeeze her breasts again, his grip so tight that Lina thought she could feel her heart beating in them. She sobbed, her body shaking with pain and fear. “Please, Damian,” she begged. “Please, I’m sorry.”
Ignoring her pleas, Damian raised Lina’s legs up to his shoulders, her feet dangling in the air. He pushed into her with a ferocity that took her breath away, leaving no space between their bodies. The whip marks on her skin burned with every thrust, a stark reminder of her betrayal.
Lina’s eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip hard to keep from screaming as he filled her completely. Her body was a battleground of pleasure and pain, each sensation fighting for dominance. His muscular arms held her in place, his hands tight on her thighs as he pumped into her with a rhythm that was punishing and relentless.
The smell of leather and sweat mingled with the metallic scent of blood that hung heavy in the air. The pain from the whip was a constant reminder of her transgressions, each thrust of his body sending a fresh wave of agony through her. She felt his hot breath against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he whispered more threats, more promises of what was to come.
Damian’s hands moved from her hips to her buttocks, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer. He squeezed her cheeks with a force that made her whimper, the pain shooting through her body like a bolt of lightning. Lina’s eyes rolled back in her head, the agony too much to bear.
“Look at me, Lina,” he demanded, his grip tightening. “Look at the man you thought you could control.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared into the cold, unyielding gaze of the man she had once been so desperate to win over. Tears streamed down her face as she felt his hands move from her hips to her buttocks, squeezing them with a brutal force that made her gasp. His fingers dug into her tender skin, leaving bruises that matched the ones from the whip.