Alpha's Mate (boyxboy) ✔

Night of Lust (M)

This chapter contains rape, domestic violence, cuss and mistreatment. 

It's a cold night. The full moon looked utterly bright tonight, and as Kyle forcefully trying to peel my clothes off my body, I stared outside through the window--tears falling down across my cheeks as I clenched my fists tightly. 

"It's disgusting..." I heard him said. All the way from the party to my bedroom, never once did he kiss me. He would slapped me whenever I tried to, telling me that I was much more lower than a dirt he stepped on, that he shouldn't kiss me at all. "...turn over..." he told me harshly. His breath was heavy, and at the moment I'd finally leaning on my knees and elbows, he entered me--fiercely--without even bother to prepare me first. 

I screamed in agony. 

"...shut up, bitch..." he said in a harsh whisper. He pushed my head down into the pillow as he lunged into me, pushing his hips deeper and deeper that it almost making me suffocated. 

"It's hurt..." I cried into the pillow. I tried to reach behind, but instead, he locked my hand in position behind my back as he pounded into me like I was some reckless doll. Yet, though it was helpless, I still tried to break free. I wiggled my hips, trying to lift my head up--only to be slapped so hard that I heard ringing in my ears. 

"I told you to shut up..." he said as he gripped my jaw as hard as he could. "...what a crude little slut, eh?" he said rudely. His hips kept thrusting into me, and, despite how foreign the feeling was to me, I tried to swallow it up. Everything...it felt new to me, but what saddened me the most was, it's the fact that it wasn't beautiful at all. I felt agony. I felt tortured. Someone's first time should be something so special, something so nice and wonderful, yet, here mine was...

Kyle fucked me over and over again--to the point where I'm almost fainted even. I didn't even realize when did he cum inside me so hard and deep that instead of making me felt good, I felt disgusted. I tried to push him away, perhaps at the fifth time he released himself inside me, yet, it's no matter how many times we're doing it--the pain I'd felt and the lust that overpowering him never seemed to fade. He even pulled me in a different positions--not even caring whether it's hurting me or not. 

"Stand up..." he ordered a few minutes later after he came into me again. At first, I refused. My legs and my whole body was throbbing in pain, my veins pulsing, and my heartbeats wasn't in its regular rhythm. Between my thighs, I'm certainly sure it was blood, but I tried to ignore it nonetheless. "...I said stand up..." he repeated again, and when I once again had refused, he pushed me off the bed roughly. 

I whimpered. 

"...who do  you think you are, huh?" he yelled as he grabbed a fistful of my hairs. I chocked on my breath, and as he forced my head up to look at him, he pulled me by my hair to one corner of the room. There, he pushed my head until the wall knocked against me, and I cried even harder. Though, I knew how big of a monster he was, I begged for his mercy. But, I was wrong. Instead of calming me down, he kicked me. Hard. He punched me right in the face. He slapped me. 

"Please stop it, Kyle..." I cried with my shaky voice. "...please don't do this to me. I'm begging you. It's hurt...it's really hurt".

"Hah? Do I look like I even give a fuck?" he responded. 

Then, without saying anything further, he grabbed me by my hair again. He threw me on top of the bed, pulling me until I laid down on the brim of the bed and he shoved his member inside me again--making me yelped in pain. 

"Take it out, Kyle..." I pleaded. My fingers were shaking from the pain he was putting on me, and my head hurts so bad. 

And for once, he obeyed.

"Oh, yeah?" he chuckled darkly. I looked at him with my blurry eyes, my lips trembling as I lowly whispered to him to just let me go. I felt like dying. There were blood on my hands and on his hands. I didn't want this. I didn't want this kind of relationship. It's hurt. It's hurt. I thought mating with Kyle would open a new chapter for us...but, I was wrong. He really hated me to the core. Then, before I realized it, he forced his fingers into me--one by one.

"No".

"Do you think you can carry my pups, huh?" he said through gritted teeth as he pushed his fingers deeper into me--perhaps trying to dug out his semen out of me. My body was shaking. I felt like I had been ripped open, and, a few minutes later, he pulled his fingers out of me and pushed his cock into me again. He fucked me into oblivion, fingers in my mouth, as he shouted strings of curses into my face. He watched my face. My pathetic face, as he smirked. This guy must be crazy...and the way he enjoyed me being in pain was enough to tell me that he really wanted me to just die. 

I'm so weak. I couldn't love him if this was how he treated me.

"Why don't you just kill me?" I said finally, when I felt the energy had completely draining out of my body. If this was how he treated me, than I would rather die than having him as my mate for my entire life. He mistreated me, so bad that I felt like I was some kind of reckless doll. "...I don't think I will ever survive--".

"I just want to see you in pain..." he responded nonchalantly. For a few more times, he pounded into me. I felt the way my bones were shaking at the way he was roughly making use of my body. And not to mention my skin...it was basically his artwork, made from cuts and bruises. "...take my seeds..." he growled into my neck. I clenched my fists as tight as I could, and I cried again, at the moment he buried his teeth into my skin. 

I am his. 

Yes. It's crazy. But I am officially his.