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"Yes, yours. Remember? Your Raven. Please don't do this to me." I am grasping at straws. I don't know what will snap him out of this.
There were a couple times when Milo didn't listen to me when I asked him to stop. But never like this. All those times, I was never scared of Milo. This time, I am paralyzed with fear. If there was a time to stop, this would be it.
Milo doesn't seem coherent or conscious. I don't know how to reach him. This is not my Milo, my hero. Can't he see that I am begging him, that I am in pain?
"I can't live without you, baby. You are in my system. It's like you are imprinted on my soul. Just love me back. That's all I want. I will make you so happy, I promise."
"Stop," I shriek. I kick him again but fail to get in a solid strike. He grabs under my right knee and pushes it up, very forcefully. I am screaming, but I know no one is home right now. I have never fought him this much.
"We are always at peace when we are connected together. You know that. I can make you feel that way again. I know you will remember once I am inside you. You always do."
He pushes two fingers inside me as he bites my neck and breasts. I am sobbing and crying, and Milo is kissing my tears, telling me how much he loves me.
Finally, it sinks in. He is going through with this. He knows I genuinely don't want this. But he is doing this anyways. This is the point of no return. And, I— this is not real.
Milo has already yanked down his own sweatpants. One of his large hands has both my wrists locked on top of my head. He is using the other to rub my clit and, of course, finds the spot that makes me wet enough for his entrance. He is unmovable on top of me, so I don't even try to use the rest of my limbs. I can't escape his massive frame. So I do the next best thing.
I turn my head to the side and tell myself that this is not really happening. I have to distance my mind from what's happening to my body. If there was a time for my compartmentalization skills to come in handy, it's at this very moment.
Not even allowing me that tiny spectrum of denial, Milo nudges my face with his hand, effectively forcing me to face him. He starts to kiss me. When I don't open my mouth, Milo bites my bottom lip. I don't care if he splits my lip. I refuse. Milo doesn't clamp down anymore but shoves his tongue inside me anyways. He explores my mouth with finesse and moans.
His fingers find the right spot on my clit, and I struggle against the oncoming orgasm. Trying to ignore his caresses, I try to think of anything else to escape my own mind. Milo hates when I do this. It's his biggest pet peeve when he can't get a reaction out of me.
Good! I hope that pisses him off.
But he is having none of that today. He grabs my chin back and starts kissing me like a maniac. I am distracted enough that I am caught off guard when he slams his cock into me out of nowhere. I slide upwards due to the sheer force he uses to drive into me, but he brings me back to place. As he thrusts into me, I don't move as I try to play dead. This is why the orgasm takes me by surprise, the moment his fingers slip between us and rub the right spot. Despite myself, I come at the same time he does.
As he collapses on top of me, I lay perfectly still under him. I can't believe that just happened. I never thought something like this could ever happen with Milo, of all people.
He turns his face to kiss my cheek. "I love you."
"You are a sick cocksucker."
"Language, Rave," Milo chides. I turn to stare at him with even more disbelief. Is he seriously disciplining me right now, while he is still inside me?
I don't say anything else. I stay where I am, as Milo pulls out and goes to the bathroom. A few minutes later, I feel a warm washcloth cleaning the last of him, off of me. Two large hands pick me up and carry me to the bed.
Milo slips me under the comforter, sliding in beside me, holding me to him. He is asleep in minutes. I try to wiggle out of his hold, but I already know it's of no avail. Milo's grip, even in sleep, has become iron-strong since he figured out that I don't want to sleep in the same bed as him.
My eyes start to close on their own accord, while I plot how I will get out of this situation. A lightbulb goes off in my head about how I will make that happen. I vow this will be the last time he touches me.
CHAPTER 10
March 13th, 2020
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Raven
It wasn’t supposed to happen again. I promised myself that the last time he touched me, would be the last time he touched me.
For years, I have been able to keep that promise. One afternoon is all it took to shatter all that I built.
I am staring at Milo’s locked bedroom door, while Milo is hugging me from the back. He is whispering annoying shit in my ears, things he thinks are sweet or dirty talk. I have completely tuned him out, keeping my focus on how to get out of this situation.
I have already moved out of my place and everyone else is staying isolated and away from others. It’s not like someone will randomly provide me sanctuary.
If I had good enough insurance, I’d just walk around New York City till I caught the coronavirus. I am desperate enough to do that. That might guarantee me a few nights of hospital stay, hence accommodation and food. I might die, but oh well.
