Page 4 of Pretty Little Disaster

“You told me not to.” She bites her lip, suddenly looking scared and very fucking vulnerable. “It’s the reason I was on that dating app. I wanted to meet someone older, someone more experienced,” she explains, looking all flustered and embarrassed. “I know I’m pathetic but I’ve held onto it for so long, I figured it was time.” She makes that cute, little smile and it’s even harder to bear with her virgin walls pulsing around me.

“Did I hurt you?” I check, creasing my forehead and feeling like an asshole. I figure this was not how Lorna planned she’d lose her virginity.

“A little,” she admits, still fucking smiling.

“And does it hurt now?” I should go to Hell for liking how her virgin pussy feels as it stretches for me.

“Kind of, it’s a little uncomfortable, but I can take it,” she assures me with that devilish smile.

“Fuck.” I look up at the ceiling and huff as I drag her from the door. “Where are we going?” she asks when I wrap my arms tighter around her body and start walking us down the hall.

“I may not like you all that much, Lorna James, but we can’t have you being fucked against a door for your first time.” I steadily place her on my bed and look between us. My dick is still inside her, and it looks really fucking big as I pull it out and push it back in. It’s streaked with blood, and as I feel her stretching to take me, her moans remain on the verge of pain and pleasure. Her eyes are bright and the glisten in them matches her smileas I keep the pace steady. Right now, it kind of feels as if she belongs to me, and I like it far too much than I care to admit.

She’s so petite, I swear taking my cock inside her is making her lower stomach poke out, and I can’t resist arching my hand over it so I can feel how full she is of me as I roll my hips into hers.

“Are you on birth control?” It occurs to me that if she’s a virgin, she might not be and when that thought pleases me instead of filling me with dread, I know I’ve got a real fucking problem.

“I’m covered. I take the pill,” she manages, clinging onto my arm and watching with intent as I defile her. I nod my head as if I’m grateful, pushing any disappointed thoughts to the back of my head. Fucking this girl and taking her innocence is wrong enough, putting a baby inside her would just be spiteful. However, I can’t help liking the thought of all the restrictions it would put on her. No more dates with dangerous men. No more getting drunk and reckless, she really would belong to me if she was carrying my child.

I think I’d like this pretty girl’s belly to swell with more than just my cock. But I quickly remember how much she irritates me and figure it’s for the best that she takes that fucking pill.

“What are you thinking about?” she whispers, pulling me out of my dark, depraved thoughts.

“That this is wrong.” I smile at her as I slide my hand lower and stroke her clit. I get that she’ll still be in discomfort, but I really want to hear how she sounds when she comes.

“Fuck, that’s… that’s different to how it feels when I do it,” she admits with a sweet-as-sin smile on her face. I love how open and honest she’s being, it’s as if taking my cock has made her drop those walls of defenses she constantly has around her.

“That's because I’m owning you, and you fucking like it,” I tell her, stroking her clit and kissing her again. I can tell from theway her smile drops and she stares back at me with that scornful stare that she’s never going to admit it but, once again, her body lets her down.

“Fuck.” Her expression changes again when my fingers flick faster and she starts losing control. “That's right, that's how much you like it, you're going to come for me. Despite your pussy being sore and full, you're still going to come like a good girl.”

“Don’t call me that.” She shakes her head, as she looks down her body and watches me pleasure her.

“Good girl, watch and see.” I kiss her forehead and she pushes my face away as she lifts up the top half of her body and props herself on her elbows so she can do what she’s told.

“Who knew hating something could feel so good,” I laugh as her body tenses and her eyes lose hope.

“I’m…I’m…”

“You're coming.” I fill her mouth with my tongue and absorb the helpless moans she makes as she gives up all her control and I don’t want to admit it, but I like how it feels. I like it so much that I lose control myself. Emptying my seed into her freshly-fucked pussy and claiming it as mine.

“No one's going to find out about this,” she tells me as I drive her toward the club so we can pick up her purse. The sun’s only just risen, and she couldn’t have gotten dressed and ready to leave my apartment any faster if she tried. She hasn’t made eye contact with me since I came inside her and I can tell she already regrets what we did.

“Which part?” I ask with a clever grin that I know will piss her off.

“All of it,” she snaps, and when I turn my head to look at her she’s staring back at me as if I’m crazy. “You’re Madalina’s brother, we…I should never have let things go that far.”

“Relax, it’s just sex.” I shrug, lying through my fucking teeth, because I’ve had enough sex to know that what just happened between us was way more then just sex.

“For you maybe, but as you now know, I don't do that kind of thing.” She sighs as if she’s disappointed in herself. I can’t believe I actually let myself get weakened by this woman.

“Well, at least you were conscious while I fucked you. Who knows what your little friend would have had in store for you,” I bite back, desperate to wound her the same way she just wounded me.

“I don’t want to talk about that. We never mention him or this, again. Do you understand? Madalina’s due date is next week, and she doesn't need the stress. Dario would kill us both,” she warns as I pull up outside the club and head to the back door to let myself in. The Vault is one of the many ventures Dario has trusted me with over the past eighteen months. Managing his legitimate businesses is giving me the opportunity to prove to him that I can be trusted to run a district of my own.

I head straight to the security office where Seb told me he’d put Lorna’s purse after I called him to find it last night, and just as I’m about to take it back to the car another sickening thought pops into my head.

I don’t waste time doubting myself or trying to talk myself out of what I’m about to do. I open the bag, take out her cell, and try the code 1234 to unlock it. My eyes roll when it’s confirmed how predictable she is and I go straight to her messages and start scrolling through them. There's nothing in her inbox from this Pearce guy who was with her last night, so I open the dating app she has downloaded and search through that instead. Sure enough, there are messages between them, ones that go on fordays and I take out my cell and snap a picture of his profile, so I can use it to find him and serve him his punishment.

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