Page 37 of Shattered

“Don’t scream again. Don’t make me hurt you,” I growl.

She swallows hard, and my hand travels down her throat as her eyes settle on mine, wide with fear. I hold her there while she squirms beneath me, her body shuddering, probably with need.

Fucking whore.

“Why?” she whispers meekly.

“Because you’re a pathetic little slut who loves being forced,” I say, my voice ice cold. “Just admit it, and I’ll leave right now. I won’t even leak your video tonight.”

“I won’t!” she growls.

“Come on now, little slut. It’d save you another pounding, and I bet you’re already sore as it is.”

She fights some more under me. I have no idea whether she thinks she has a hope in hell of escaping or is leaning into the feeling.

“Come on. Did I hurt you last time? You can tell me,” I say, taunting her.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Now I’m gonna hurt you some more.”

She shudders, a little squeak slipping between her lips as I grab a handful of her nice ass and squeeze. When she fights, I hold her down by her arms, managing to hold both with just one of mine, and I use the other to yank her shorts down, making her shriek in my ear.

I shove my knee between her legs, forcing them apart, and then guide my cock to her cunt, finding it soaking wet, ready for me. She can fight, she can tell me no, she can say she hates me, but her cunt doesn’t lie that it wants me.

“You disgust me,” she snarls, thrashing beneath me. She hardly budges me an inch.

“Stop fighting so much!” I snap right back, grabbing her by the back of her neck as I slip inside her. I glide in effortlessly. “If I disgust you, why is your cunt wet and ready for me?”

She squirms some more but doesn’t have an answer.

“That’s what I thought. Maybe next time, I’ll drug you.”

“You fucking wouldn’t.”

“Wanna bet? Here’s a spoiler, Sunshine. The list of things I will do to you is much shorter than the list of things I won’t. The sooner you accept that, the easier it’ll be for you.”

“Get fucked!” she growls. A few harsh thrusts have her yelping, clamping her mouth shut.

“Language,” I taunt her, reaching under and struggling to find her nipple over the flat surface. When it begins to harden, I pinch, making her hiss. “Almost couldn’t find that tiny tit.”

“STOP!” she wails.

I have to give it to her; she really puts up a fight. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think she hates this, but her cunt doesn’t lie, pulling me deeper inside while she tries to throw me like a bronco. All it does is tire her out and steal her breath.

“Stop isn’t what I want to hear. You know what I want to hear.”

“No…” she fights.

“That’s not it either.”

My leg is beginning to ache, so it’s time to wrap this up. When I thrust into her hard, she screams, and I cover her mouth as I fuck her, slamming her deeper into her mattress. She fights, but she’s no match for me, and eventually, I empty inside of her, biting my tongue to stifle my moan. She doesn’t deserve that.

When I climb off her, she doesn’t move. Her back rises and falls with her breaths, and her eyes are clamped shut as she battles exhaustion.

She’s hiding from me, but I won’t let her. I approach her slowly and grab a handful of her hair, tugging just enough to make her wince, but she doesn’t open her eyes.

“Sleep tight little whore. Don’t worry, I’ll be back.”

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