ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

08: The Grand Wedding Gift

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: There is abuse for the abuser. The heroine gets saved.

RITA

A Flower to Deflower.

That's why Nicolai had traveled all the way from Russia — to deflower me. The wedding is over, and now he believes it is his right to claim me.

He doesn't have a home in Mexico yet. The sanguine effect of wine is fading fast, leaving me sober as we step into my room — my dazzling abode of green life and quiet peace.

He had wanted to stay in a hotel after the ceremony, but my father insisted he remain here, just for one night, before we fly to Russia tomorrow. One night too many.

This room — my getaway. He would taint it. And though peril creeps closer with each of his steps, I refuse to let him defile me in this place of mine.

I see the menace in his eyes as he locks onto me, a wolf circling its prey. He thinks me cornered. He thinks me weak.

"Bolt out of my room," I say, my voice cutting the stillness.

His face twists, half-snarl, half-grisly smile. "What did you just say?"

"I said—" I jab a finger toward the door, "—piss off."

That's what angry people say. Piss off.

He laughs madly, before his hand flies out, striking me.

My head hits the floor, pain spreading instantly.

"Ah!"

His fingers seize my hair, dragging me toward the bed. I kick in wild defiance, but he throws me down with brutal force.

"No! Get off me!" I scream.

But he hovers over me.

"I can't," he hums, his breath foul, grin grotesque. "I am a man true to my word. I promised you a grand gift tonight. Big and thick — for you to take balls-deep."

Oh... he meant his cock.

With ruthless force, he tears at the fabric of my dress, dragging me back into reality.

Desperation flares within me. My eyes dart across the room, searching for something hard enough to break his skull. My plants — I can't sacrifice them.

But then relief strikes: the whiskey bottle.

"Take your gift and shove it up your ass," I mutter into his face, reckless provocation that only deepens his rage. "Or bend down, suck and choke on it like the gorilla you are."

I grab the whiskey bottle and smash it against his skull.

His groan of pain is pleasant to my ears.

I reach for a handful of soil from the plant on my nightstand, ready to blind him, but he slaps me again, vicious and unrestrained, knocking it from my hands.

"I'd rather shove it up yours," he growls, fumbling at his belt, the metallic clatter sending panic through me. "After watching you bleed for me."

My breath catches as I see him pull himself free — his manhood.

Though inexperienced, fear roots itself in me at the sight of his cock — so ugly in the dim light. The foreskin looks shriveled. And there is hair on his balls.

Still, I refuse to let fear win, and I spit, "Where is your grand gift? I see nothing worth taking. Only a shameful disappointment."

He chuckles, a macabre twist curling his grin. "Perhaps I should let you feel this disappointment — it might change your mind when you take me balls-deep in this tight, virgin pussy of yours."