“Damian, please, I’m begging you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Damian’s eyes bore into hers, his movements unrelenting. “You had your chance to beg Aurora,” he said coldly. “But you chose to hurt her instead. Now it’s your turn to suffer, Lina. You’re going to learn what it’s like to be at my mercy.”
Lina’s sobs grew louder as she felt the first trickle of wetness between her legs that was not from pain. The mix of emotions fear, disgust, and an unwanted arousal was too much to process. Her body was betraying her, responding to his brutal touch in a way that made her feel even more ashamed.
Damian noticed the change in her body, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like you’re enjoying this after all,” he said, his voice taunting. “Maybe deep down, you’re just wanted to be like Aurora but look here you’re a slut who gets off on being used and abused. Maybe that’s all you ever wanted from me, to be treated like the whore you are.”
Lina’s eyes filled with rage at his words. She hadn’t wanted this-any of this. But she had played her part, and now she was paying the price. With a surge of strength she didn’t know she had, she managed to buck her hips, trying to push him off her. But Damian was too strong, his weight too heavy.
“Get off me, you monster!” she spat, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Damian’s smirk grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure at her struggling. He leaned down, his face just inches from hers. “Is that what you think of me now?” he whispered, his voice a dark caress. “A monster?”
With a vicious snarl, he reached up and slapped her, the sound of the impact echoing through the room. Lina’s head snapped to the side, and she tasted blood. But she didn’t stop fighting. She bucked her hips again, trying to dislodge him.
“You’re going to pay for this,” she managed to spit out, her voice thick with anger and pain.
Damian’s grin grew crueler as he leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck. “You think you can threaten me, Lina?” he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. “You’re the one who’s going to pay. And you’re going to do it willingly, or I’ll make sure you regret ever crossing me.”
With that, he began to kiss her neck, his lips moving to her collarbone and then her breasts, his teeth grazing her tender flesh as his hands squeezed her bruised flesh. Lina’s body responded despite herself, her nipples hardening under his touch. She felt a traitorous warmth building in her core, a betrayal to the fear and pain she was feeling.
Her struggles grew weaker, her strength waning with each passing moment. The handcuffs dug into her wrists as she tried to push him away, her body trembling with exhaustion and the beginnings of an unwanted climax. The room spun around her, the only constant the feeling of him inside her, the pressure of his body on top of hers.
Damian’s kisses grew more insistent, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin as he nipped and sucked. Despite her fear and pain, Lina’s body began to respond, the heat building between her legs. She hated herself for it, for the way her body was betraying her, but she couldn’t help it. It was as if her very soul was being torn apart, the pleasure she had once dreamed of now twisted into a nightmare.
With each movement of his hips, Damian’s erection hit a spot inside her that made her gasp, sending shockwaves of both agony and pleasure through her body. She felt her walls clench around him, desperately trying to push him away, but the feeling was too intense to resist. The handcuffs bit into her wrists, a stark reminder of her helplessness.
“See, Lina?” he murmured against her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You’re just like her. You want it, even when you say you don’t.”
The words were like a slap to her soul, but Lina couldn’t argue. Her body was responding to his touch, her hips moving with his, her breath hitching with every stroke. She hated herself for it, for the way her body seemed to crave the pain and the pleasure he gave her, but she couldn’t stop it.
Damian’s hand moved from her thigh to her face, his thumb brushing away the tears that flowed like rivers down her cheeks. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of submission. “Say it, Lina,” he demanded, his voice a growl. “Tell me you want this, tell me you want me to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”
Lina’s jaw clenched, but she knew it was futile to fight him. The words left her mouth in a choked whisper. “I want it,” she admitted, her voice filled with pain and defeat.
Damian’s smirk grew into a full-blown smile, his eyes glinting with triumph. He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing her ear. “Say it like you mean it,” he murmured, his hips grinding into hers.
Lina’s eyes squeezed shut, and she forced out the words through gritted teeth. “I want you to fuck me, Damian. Like I deserve to be fucked,” she said, her voice a broken whisper.
The room was a blur of pain and passion as Damian’s pace grew faster, his strokes deeper. She could feel his orgasm approaching, his muscles tensing above her. His teeth sank into her neck, and she cried out, the sharpness of the bite sending a jolt of pain through her body.
As he came, Lina felt a mix of relief and dread. The storm of his anger had passed, but she knew this was only the beginning of her punishment. He pulled out of her, the cold air hitting her bruised and swollen flesh making her shiver. He unlocked the handcuffs, and she slumped down onto the bed, her wrists raw from her desperate attempts to escape.
Damian climbed off the bed, his body gleaming with sweat. He stared down at her, his eyes cold and empty of any affection she once thought she saw. “Get dressed,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Lina’s body was trembling, her legs unable to hold her weight as she slid off the bed. Her eyes remained on the floor, avoiding his gaze as she searched for the shreds of her dress. The fabric felt alien against her bruised skin, sticking to the drying blood from the whip marks. She managed to pull the ruined dress over her body, wincing as it brushed against her sensitive flesh.