Page 40 of Corrupt Obsession

“I…” she began, but her mind went blank as something began to enter her. She looked down the length of her body as Jesse gripped her hip, holding her still as he fed his dick into her with his bruised, bloody hand. Belatedly, she tried to scoot away to stop him, but his hold tightened, keeping her in place.

The tendons in his neck stood out as he bared his teeth and eased his way in. He still wore his white t-shirt, splattered with specks of red. His nipples stood out starkly as he stared down at where they were joined. He braced himself over her, the goldcross on the chain around his neck dangling over her face as he buried himself inside her. His groan drowned out her own.

“Jesse?”

“How could you?” he panted as he withdrew and gently began to drive in again. “How could you do this to me?”

As her unused channel spasmed in pain, she grasped his shirt, feet kicking for purchase as her body tried to adjust to his invasion. Panicked tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re…” Her voice died as he speared her core, tearing through her hymen.

Jesse went rigid, and then his head came up. He stared down at her, eyes wide with astonishment. Every ounce of anger drained away to be replaced with anguish. He cupped her wet cheek with a shaking hand.

“You’re a virgin?” he whispered.

She nodded jerkily.

He rested his forehead against hers. “God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.”

He chanted his apology while she lay rigid as a board beneath him. She was dimly aware of the sound of kids playing basketball in the street. His blinds were up. There was a bush obscuring part of his window, but if anyone looked in, they’d see…

“Look at me.”

Her skittering thoughts halted. She met his gaze as he stroked back her hair. He looked like her brother again. Composed, gentle, affectionate. But he was inside of her, and he hadn’t pulled out yet. She could feel his dick pulsing inside of her like a piece of heated steel. Now that the pain was receding, it felt… okay.

“You never…” he began unsteadily and then hissed and closed his eyes as his dick twitched inside of her.

“That was the first time he ever touched me.”

His eyes shot open and bored into hers. “And that’s the last time. No one’s ever going to touch you but me.” His gaze moved over her face and landed on her lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” His hips moved and when she didn’t flinch, his breath hitched in excitement. “I’m sorry. I need this.”

She didn’t make a sound as he began to move. She knew he was larger than other boys his age and had witnessed his strength, but she had never experienced both until now. He was going too deep, too fast.

“Jesse, you’re hurting me,” she whispered.

He didn’t slow down. He was deaf to anything but the urges of his body and ruthlessly sought relief.

“Jesse!”

She pushed and when that got no reaction from him, her hands slipped under his tee and raked over his back. That only seemed to spur him on. She fought him in earnest, scared and in agony, but Jesse was oblivious to both. When he finally climaxed and slumped on top of her, she was covered in cold sweat.

He eased to the side so she could take a full breath. Pinned partially beneath him, she stared at the ceiling, battered, shaken, and numb. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It couldn’t happen. But it had. Now, what?

Jesse lay on his side facing her. She tensed as he splayed his hand on her quivering abdomen.

“I’m sorry.”

She wasn’t sure whether he was sorry for what he’d just done, how rough he’d been, or believing she hadn’t been a virgin. It didn’t matter. Nothing did anymore.

He gripped her face and tipped it toward him. Sated, heavy lidded eyes searched her blank, tear-streaked face.

“I’ll make this up to you,” he vowed as his thumb passed over her bottom lip.

The only way he could make this up to her was if they pretended that it never happened. As if he’d heard her thought, he grimaced.

“I’ll never forgive myself.” He stroked her cheek. “I promised myself I’d never hurt you, that I’d always protect you. I failed on both counts today, and I can’t take it back. Can you forgive me?”

She nodded without thinking it through. Accepting his apology was a reflex, something that had been drilled into her by going to church her whole life. Nothing was so egregious that it couldn’t be forgiven, even this… She gulped back tears as she began to shake.

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