Bite Me Forever

CHAPTER 17 My Own Hel

Dario's hands moved from my wrists down to my breasts. He started rubbing them roughly, exploring me against my will. I shuddered in disgust as his lips brushed against my nipples and he sucked them hungrily. His touch made me shudder with disgust as he trailed a finger along the curves of my hips, licking and biting his way up to my neck.

His warm breath sent shivers down my spine as he whispered into my ear. He promised pleasures beyond anything I had ever experienced – followed by threats of pain and humiliation if I refused his advances.

His strong grip on my body only tightened as he took off his pants. His massive black cock was hard with desire, pulsing with need; an intimidating sight that left me exposed and vulnerable underneath him. He smiled as he saw my reaction and bent down to insert two fingers inside of my vagina. He shoved them deeper with a devilish grin on his face as he noticed how wet I was. I gasped in both surprise and pleasure as his thrusts grew wilder and more intense. His strong hands grasped onto my hips as he drove his fingers deeper into me, furiously rubbing my G-spot, sweat dripping down both of our bodies. With each thrust, I felt myself closer to the edge, and I cursed him out loud. I could not allow him to make me cum, so I wiggled until his fingers were out of my vagina.

This only infuriated Dario. He called me a slut and tried to open my legs wider. In a desperate attempt to defend myself, I pressed my legs together with all my strength and refused to move. His intense gaze met mine as he thrusted his hips against me in an attempt to penetrate me with his huge cock. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as adrenaline filled my body and I held him back, refusing to let him have his way.

In one swift movement I managed to kneel up and push him off of me. With one hand still grasping mine tightly he stumbled backwards but kept his gaze on me as if he wanted more; like a predator stalking its prey before pouncing again.

I stood up and faced him, indignation boiling inside of me. I wanted to show him that he could not overpower me and I wanted to make sure that he never tried to touch me again. The rage blinded me and, before I knew how it happened, my nails grew longer and hard like claws as my body trembled with anger. Without hesitating, I lunged at Dario with a loud screech and used my sharp nails to scratch his face in retaliation for the humiliation he caused me. He screamed in pain as they dug into his face, drawing blood.

The wounds on Dario's face quickly regenerated thanks to his vampire powers, but the shock of what had just happened remained on his expression. He looked at me with awe and a hint of fear in his eyes. I had managed to tap into a power I never knew I possessed and found myself standing there, transformed into something new and scary.

Dario, who had been so confident a few moments ago, was now backing away, cautious. Suddenly, he growled with rage. He lunged towards me, but I was ready for him this time. We both tumbled to the ground and we rolled around in a desperate struggle as I tried to keep him away from me. We fought for a long time until we both started to tire and Dario lost interest. He finally gave up and got off the ground, scowling at me as if I had insulted him. I could see the anger still burning in his eyes as he looked away from me and started putting on his pants.

"You should be careful," Dario said coldly, glaring at me. "Queen Naran won't take kindly to your little display. When she's done with Viktor, he won't be able to protect you... or won't be interested in doing so." He paused for a moment and then continued, his voice becoming more threatening. "Honestly, the best thing he could do to save himself is to repudiate you. If he doesn't claim you, maybe he has a chance to save himself."

Then, he left the cell and closed the heavy iron door behind him with a loud clang that echoed through the room. I was left alone in shock, my mind racing with what Dario had said. I knew that Viktor wouldn't desert me - no matter what happened... Or would he? How well did I really know Viktor Volkov?