Page 13 of Vicious

Chase grabs my hips forcefully and pulls me closer. I can feel the bulge in his pants against my thigh, hard and insistent. Terrifying, too, because I know exactly what’s going to happen next.

“Ah-May… What a beautiful treasure I’ve managed to acquire. You’re all for me. I get to teach you just how exquisite pain can be.” He tightens his grip on my hips, hard enough that I know it will bruise.

Hard enough that it starts to hurt.

Hard enough that it starts to feel good.

I squirm against him even though I know he’ll probably enjoy that, even though I know he’s enjoying my fear and my desperation right now. “Please don’t,” I whisper, and for the first time, I feel the sting of tears in my eyes. I’ve been so strong, not allowing anyone to see me cry, but even though I’m not possessive of my virginity the way I know some people are, I still don’t want to lose it to someone I hate as much as Chase Vicious.

Chase chuckles and kisses the corner of my eye. “Of course I will. Should I do it up against the wall, right here? Or shall we spare your back, so I have a lovely, blank canvas to work with later?”

I shake my head, dizzy with misery and terror and an ache I don’t recognize.

I’ve been so, so lonely for so long, and I can’t deny that there’s a part of me that welcomes his touch—harsh as it is, unwanted as it is, it’s still nice to be touched.

I hate myself for it.

I will never, ever admit it to Chase.

Chase whirls me around and pushes me against the wall. His erection slides over my ass now, hard and insistent even through his slacks.

“Since it’s your first time, I won’t even make you do any work,” Chase whispers against my ear. “All you have to do is stand still and take it.”

I give a helpless shake of my head, but I know there’s nothing I can say to change his mind, to change this situation. Chase is a man who knows what he wants and will say and do anything at all to get it, even down to buying a human being who has rejected his advances over and over.

He’s just as much of a monster as the man he bought me from.

Tears I’ve tried so hard to suppress continue to gather in my eyes, and even though I will them away, they still start to trickle down my cheeks.

This isn’t how this was supposed to happen.

Chase steps back enough to undo his belt. I hear the sound of the zipper.

And then I feel hot, hard flesh against my back, rubbing insistently.

I freeze up, my breathing coming harder, my body shaking as I whisper, “No. Please, Chase, please, no. Not like this.”

Then like what? There are no circumstances in which this would be okay. Not here, not now.

Not with him.

“Exactly like this,” Chase answers, dragging his cock against my ass. He kisses the nape of my neck, then bites it. “I can feel you trembling, sweet May. All for me.”

A whimper slips past my lips unbidden, and I try to shake my head. I press my palms against the wall, trying to steady myself.

I’m not completely ignorant. I know what goes on in the bedroom; people weren’t exactly subtle in school, and my coworkers have always been crude. But to feel this happening to me? It’s so foreign that I can’t wrap my head around it. It’s not like I’ve had time—or the inclination, really—to watch porn on the few occasions I’m not working, taking care of my father, then crashing for the night. When I do have time, I don’t spend it on thinking about sex.

A wave of longing runs through me at the thought of all the costumes I’ll never finish making, at all the things I’ll never get to do with them.

He chuckles, nipping my neck again, and a jolt runs through me.

I bite my lip, trying not to make noise, but he seems determined to force me to react.

“Relax. Or don’t. It’s fine either way,” Chase says in a low voice that makes me shiver despite myself in a way that’s not entirely unpleasant.

Before I can even properly prepare myself, the tip of his cock is pressing against me, threatening to push inside… then with a harsh thrust of his hips, it penetrates me.

I scream at the feeling of him shoving into me; I’m dry, and while I don’t have enough experience to know whether he’s big in relation to other men, he’s big enough to have me shaking my head, trying to deny this, trying to deny him.

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