Norman Reedus Imagines

I may be bad but imperfectly good (Marco)

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I tried to scream but I couldn't. His hand covered my mouth and the only sound that could be heard leaving my lips was a muffled cry. I tried to fight back but I couldn't even do that either. He kept my body pinned against the wall with his. His leg was pressing in between mine, his hard torso was against mine. I couldn't breathe, my lungs felt like they were being crushed between a wall and Marco Vendetti. How did I end up here?

My muffled screams got louder as I felt his teeth break the skin of my neck. There was blood. I knew that because I felt a sticky warm liquid run down to my chest. He licked it. The fucking animal licked the droplets of blood that dripped right above my breasts.

I squirmed, trying to bring my legs up to knee him in the groin but that was futile.

"Stay still bitch!" He snarled at me. "You knew you were asking for this. Wearing this dress..." He said, his hand traveling down to my skirt and slowly raising it up.

Panic sat in me and I wanted so hard to fight the threatening tears, but again, it was useless.

He laughed at me.

"I've seen you eye-ballin' me sweetheart." He smirked. "Don't act so shocked. Stop fighting me and I might let you enjoy this."

He tore my panties with one swift movement and I cried louder.

"Shhh." He silenced me by pressing his hand harder against my mouth again. The tears were freely leaving my eyes as I tried to fight him. His fingers found my center and he assaulted me.

"Quit your squirming you stupid whore!" He backhanded me. My cheek stung and I froze in fear. "Tryin' to be fucking nice for a change and what do I get!?" His hand gripped my hair in a tight fist and I swear he pulled a chunk of hair. I whimpered. "Just for that this ain't gonna be quick at all sugar. Get on your fucking knees."

"No. Marco please." I sobbed.

"Shut up!" Another slap. He shoved me down on the floor and quickly unbutton himself. He took his already hard member out, I shivered at his size. This was going to hurt. I know he read my mind because he grinned even wider. I hated that fucking grin.

He smacked my face once more, but not with his hand this time.

"Open your mouth." Marco demanded.

I shook my head, pressing my lips together as tightly as I could.

"I said open your fucking mouth!" He gripped my hair again and shoved my head forward to his solid member. He pressed his rigid shaft against my lips and I cried out. He took the opportunity to shove his manhood inside. I shut my eyes tightly as I felt his rather large head touch the back of my throat. I gagged.

"Don't get any ideas or you'll regret it." He told me.

He began thrusting inside my mouth I couldn't stop the silent tears from flowing. I had no other choice but to take his enormous girth inside my mouth over and over again. It seems like the torture lasted for hours. When he was finished fucking my mouth I felt like I wanted to throw up.

"Get on the fucking bed." He kicked my sides and I whimpered in pain. When will this end?

"I said get the fuck up on the bed!" He shouted and ripped my hair again, throwing me on his queen sized bed.

It all happened so fast, the next thing I knew I was being tied to the bed posts. I tried to kick him but Marco sat on my legs, preventing me from moving. He bound my wrists with a thick rope that burned into my skin. He did the same with my feet, tying each foot to each side of the bed polls at the end. I couldn't stop crying. I never thought of myself as the helpless victim but then again I never imagined being in this scenario.