Wrong Choice
Xander POV
Stripping off my coat first, I hang it up, then I move to the rest of my clothes. Once they are all off, I climb onto the bed and! cage her beneath me. I watch her, listening to her unsteady breathing, I see how her chest rises and falls. She doesn’t say anything though. Not a single word.
She doesn’t ask me if it will hurt, she doesn’t question how it works. There’s nothing, and most people, if they were virgin’s would be asking those questions. Most would have pure fear in their eyes when they noticed what I was about to do. She
doesn’t.
Moving, I place my hand over her mouth, to test her, to see how she reacts, but she doesn’t panic. Leaning into her, my lips brush against her ear.
“I will find out if you ever lie to me.” As I finish speaking, I thrust into her in one brutal move.
She gasps beneath my palm, and her body jerks at the force. I don’t give her time to adjust, I don’t allow her any soft touches or sweet whispered words. I’m not here to comfort her, I’m here to break through the lies she’s told me akeady
I don’t give her a chance to pretend that she isn’t here for exactly this. She belongs to me now, her father sold her to me. and she knew that this was coming.
Slow and soft isn’t my way, I don’t ease my way into it, or ease her into it. I take her the way I want, and the way I expect women like her to be used. The way many of them are used when they are training to trick me. Fast, rough and with no regard at all for softness or pleasure. I’m not doing this to give her pleasure. My grip on her hips tightens as I set a brutal pace, my other hand stays firmly over her mouth. Every sound she tries to make is muffled.
I can feel her body shaking beneath me, and see the way her nails dig into the sheets. She doesn’t fight me, she doesn’t even try to beg me. What she does do, is take it. Everything without a single bit of fight.
That alone confirms everything that I already knew. This is all a game. Women like her know how to play the game, they use it to their advantage. They know how to use sex, pleasure and sob stories to lie and manipulate. Women like her know how to pretend to be something they’re not, and I was right not to believe her when she told me all that in the car
No mate? I almost laugh, but instead I thrust into her with one hard punishing movement to get my anger out for the fact she lied to me. Her father sent her as a weapon. He sent her to me so she could finally put all that training he’s done with her to use.
As I push deeper, as my body claims hers over and over with each punishing thrust I feel something shift beneath me. A tightness in her muscles, almost unfamiliar resistance. It’s like she hates this, but then again they can do that, make it look like they despise something when they love it. My brow furrows but I don’t stop, not yet. My hand moves from her hip up to her hair, and I tangle my fingers into it, pulling her head back as I force her body to take me. My determination to prove myself right sits at the top of my need.
Her body jerks beenath me with every thrust, and I don’t stop. I don’t slow for her, I just keep taking her exactly how I want. Rough and hard. There’s no room for hesitation, her breathing becomes ragged against my palm. I notice her fingers curling into the sheets, but she still doesn’t fight me or beg me. She takes it all, willingly.
It’s almost as if her response is feeding into the fact I was right, she was playing a game. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
Pushing harder, I grip onto her hips and force her body to submit to me as I chase my own release. She’s so god damn warm and tight. For all her supposed innocence, her body is responding the way I expect. Yeah, she’s trained for this, she was sent to seduce me, to gain my trust and then use it against me so her father could drag me down.
It won’t work. I grind my hips against hers, digging her deeper into the mattress. My pace is unrelenting and unforgiving. My breathing begins to grow heavier, and my muscles tighten. I can feel my release drawing closer with every shart brutal thrust. It hits me hard, it takes over quickly, and I thrust deeper ensuring I’m buried deep inside of her, but I don’t knot. My fingers dig into her skin more as I come hard, and claim every inch of her as I was meant to.
For a moment I stay still above her, I don’t move or pull away. I just enjoy the way she felt around me. I think about her fa when I call her out on her lies.
Pulling back, I stop, my eyes taking in the sight. There’s blood, it’s smeared across her thighs and coating my length. My entire body goes still when I realise what it is.
She wasn’t lying to me about being a virgin, she mally fucking Says Hook at her, and her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her body is still trembling beneath me. There’s no Successfully unlocked! doesn’t even look pleased that she proved me wrong. No, in fact she doesn’t even look at me.
She stays lying there with her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her face is completely blank, and her eyes are distant. For the first time in my life, something foreign flickers in my chest. It’s something that I don’t ever want to name. I pull away completely, and she whimpers as I pull out of her.
Wrong Choice
Sitting here, I run a hand through my hair and stare down at her.
She was a virgin, and I didn’t believe her. I took that from her, like it meant nothing, like the whole thing was just a game. Now what do I say?
This is the first time that I’m unsure of what to say or do. So for now I just stare at her and try to get my head back into the
right mindset.
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