Serpentine Desires

The prey

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I struggled against his grip, but he was too strong manhandling me with ease as he shoved me down, bending me over the edge of the bed. Panic surged through me, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

One hand forced open my legs as he pressed against me. "Do you have any idea how long I've been wanting to do this?"

Shut up, you brute.

The alcohol in me was making me brave but still, I couldn't let the words on my tongue. "No!" I cried out, trying to twist away to no avail. But deep down, I knew it was futile. After what happened last time, I should've been on my best behaviour, should've dug a hole somewhere and stay there for the rest of my life, but I had to let my frustration get the better of me and I decided not to wear what he sent for me.

If I would've worn the lingerie, he wouldn't be this mad.

He tugged my hips back, forcing me to feel every inch of his hardness against my entrance. He was so big... too big... and that's when I realised I was shaking my head, still focused on the haunting sound of him unzipping his pants and the unmistakable clink of his belt buckle.

"Please, don't... you're not going to fit—"

Judas had always been a force to be reckoned with, a beautiful monster. But now, as his fingers dug into my flesh, I felt the true heaviness of his power, the dark, twisted side of him that had always lurked beneath the surface. That I failed to notice the first time I saw him.

"And you think I care, ptichka?" he growled. "This isn't about what you want, little bird. It's about what I'm going to take."

I didn't realise I was crawling towards the bed when he held me fast. The heat of him against me was unbearable.

"Judas, please... I can't—"

He didn't give me a chance to finish. And with a vicious thrust, he pushed the tip of his cock inside me, the stretch immediate and excruciating. I cried out, my body instinctively clenching around him, trying to reject the invasion, but there was no escaping him.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned circling his hand around my waist and teasing my clit. This was going to hurt, but he'd make take it all, every inch of his because I didn't have a choice.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as he pushed deeper Each inch reminding me of just how much he was taking from me.

Too big... too much...

I didn't know sex was this painful. My hands clawed at the sheets as I tried to brace myself against the brutal onslaught. He was right, he wasn't giving, he was taking, chewing, swallowing, and ruining me.

"I'm going to stretch you out until you're ruined for anyone else." Ruined? I'd never be the same again. Why couldn't he understand? Why couldn't he see that this wasn't something I could come back from, that once he had his way, there would be no going back to who I was before?

He was destroying me.

He stopped, and I took deep breaths trying to get accustomed to him, but I couldn't. The bastard didn't pull out, instead, he rubbed my clit in tantalising slow circles. It was agony, the pressure too much to bear, but there was no relief.

And then he began to inch forward again slowly. My body responded involuntarily, tightening around him as he pressed deeper, every nerve alight with cruel torment and something darker, something I hated myself for feeling. My muscles stretched to their limits, my core burning as he claimed me inch by inch. I bit down on my lip, trying to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape, but it was useless.