Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
His breath ghosted over my ear as he chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill down my spine. "You think you can tell me when to stop?" His words were a taunt, a challenge laced with arrogance.
With a quick movement, he pulled my underwear to the side and slid two fingers inside me. I whimpered against the discomfort, biting my lip to stifle it. He worked his fingers in and out, his thumb circling my clit. “Spread your legs.”
The fear in my heart threatened to consume me, but the defiance still burned. Despite the overwhelming force Mateo wielded, I refused to let him dominate me completely. Taking a deep breath, I forced my legs apart, even as my body screamed in protest. I tasted blood from how hard I was biting my lip, the soreness from the night before lingering. In an instant, his grip on my hair was gone and his hand tightened around my throat.
My body was lifted off his lap as I struggled to swallow against the suffocating pressure on my windpipe. He swept aside the neatly arranged dishes on the table, causing them to clatter and shatter against the unforgiving concrete floor.
He roughly maneuvered me so that I was bent over the table's edge, now fully facing the crystal-clear pool just beyond. My heart pounded with a steady, painful rhythm against my chest as I steeled myself for what was to come next. The fear and anticipation coiled in the pit of my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me. But I refused to give in, refused to beg or plead for mercy he wouldn’t give. My pride had already been shattered into a million pieces and now it was being further torn apart.
Every moment felt like an eternity as I waited for the inevitable.
I heard his belt buckle and closed my eyes.
At the sound of his zipper going down, I froze. He edged closer behind me. "Your defiance is amusing, but I promise you, it will only cause you more harm than good."
I didn't respond, my mind and body trying to conjure some form of strength to endure.
The sensation of his fingers teasing me again caused my body to tense, anticipating the pain to come. "You're mine now. You're going to take all of me, and you're going to enjoy it. I can feel your body betraying you, wanting me."
I tried to deny it, but the truth was there, undeniable. He lifted my dress up and over my hips, then entered me forcefully. Without the numbing effects of alcohol, his cock felt even larger and more painful.
"It hurts," I managed to gasp out.
"I think it feels fucking amazing," he replied, pulling out and thrusting back in. "You'll get used to it."
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so forcefully I feared he might rip it out. With each hard, punishing thrust, he showed no mercy as he fucked me. I hated I could feel myself growing slick around him, his cock sliding in and out faster as my juices lubricated his every movement.
It was a vile and violent dance, my body betraying me with its involuntary responses, while my mind screamed for this end. Each time he pushed deeper, I felt like he was tearing me apart, both physically and emotionally.
"Don’t you like this, Anjinho?" his voice a mocking taunt.
I hated him for this. Hated myself even more as a low moan escaped my lips. I clenched my fists as the pain gradually gave way to pleasure. I shook my head, but the lie tasted bitter in my mouth. I could feel his muscles flexing and tension as he thrust deeper and deeper. The pain continued to mix with pleasure, creating a confusing, intense mix of sensations. I was losing control, being consumed by these overwhelming feelings, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
His grip on my throat tightened, and I could barely breathe. My vision began to blur, and I felt like I was slipping away, spiraling into a darkness that would swallow me whole.
In the haze of conflicting emotions, I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks. I closed my eyes, trying to escape the intensity of the situation, but it was no use. I could feel the waves building, an unstoppable force sweeping over me.
I struggled and lost to suppress whimpered moans. “That’s it,” he rasped, his lips brushing against my ear. "Let it all go. Don't fight it." His grip on my throat tightened, the other going to my hip so that he could fuck me harder, sending the table scraping against the concrete.
I desperately clawed at the glass surface of the tabletop. My vision swam with a cacophony of colors and sounds so overwhelming I could barely make sense of anything. The rough scraping of the table against the floor echoed my own ragged gasps, amplifying the scene and leaving me soaking wet and shamefully exposed.