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My heart rattles wildly like an animal in a cage. 

At this point, my mind can't differentiate if I am still acting or actually craving for his sinful touch.

My face is heating, and so does the region in between my legs. It feels like a furnace, clenching and unclenching as his gaze penetrates into me at a point blank range.

Dakota doesn't move a muscle as I slowly crawl to the end of the bed, closing the distance between us.

I feel like an asteroid who is mindlessly crossing the solar system to meet the big burning star, which doesn't even care about my tiny body.

Emotionless eyes gaze back at me as I rest my hand against his hard abdomen. It's like touching a marble statue of a Roman god and the sensation somehow pleases my nerves.

Ripples of muscles feel beneath my palm as I slowly inch my hand under his t-shirt and feel the rawness of his ab-

"Emara."

Warm fingers gently curl around my wrist and I sense heat radiating from his hand as it seeps into me. His touch feels like fire as if his blood runs hotter than anyone else. Or perhaps it truly does.

"Say it again."

"My name. Say it again." I whisper to him in a daze as I crave to be called in his deep fucking voice.

"Emara. You are drunk." He takes my name so gently, yet his eyes glare at me opposite to his voice. They are harsh like the scorching heat of Saudi Arab against his soft sea breeze tone.

"Yes. And I want you to use me." I blink at him in a desire to be consumed by his body's heat.

"Come here." Dakota whispers softly and his grip on my wrist tightens.

"Where?" I ask him as I get ready to follow him anywhere.

I lick my lips which are as wet as my other lips and rise to my feet. I think I'll come by the feeling of his grip on my hand as he holds me firmly and guides me to the bathroom.

Are we taking a shower first?

Dakota twists the knob and without warning, a torrent of ice cold water pours from above, pulling a chilling scream out of me. 

"Ahhhhh!"

All the Cia-Tea-La-Kangfu wine drains from my head as an electric jolt runs through me, shaking all my organs with its icy currents.

As if the sudden rush of freezing water seems to awaken me from the sensual fantasy and I snap back to reality.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I scream, spinning around. My eyes lock into his and I see the transformation happening right in front of me.

The greens in his eyes fades away, replacing by a dominating black as if a dark power has taken over his senses. And he appears inhumane.

Dakota clutches the back of my neck with a fierce strength and drags me towards his face, which appears as hard as his marble floor. He looks absolutely hysterical and maddening to the level I am scared for my life.

"Do not fucking tell me how to take you!" He growls and my heart paces at the level of attack.

"You are my whore and I will fuck you like one." He says, shoving me roughly against the shower glass. Terror grips me as my cheeks press on to the cold surface of the glass and my heart rattles in fear, knowing at this moment he is capable of doing anything.

"Get this one thing straight, Emara." I feel his breath hot and heavy on my ear. "I will not make love to you, today or ever." He grunts like declaring a war.

My bones shudder as I hear a tear in the air. Dakota aggressively rips the bedsheet off my body with a violent pull as if he hates it more than he hates me.

"Dakotaaah!" I gasp as rough fingers dig into my hips and he arches my ass back, positioning his cock at the entrance of my throbbing sex.

"You don't deserve any love from me, Emara." His hot lips graz on my ear and a shudder crawls down my spine.

"And definitely not from my cock." He says before thrusting into me, pulling a moanful cry out of me.

"AHHH!" My body convulses at the intrusion and my heart stops beating for a second.

The walls of my vagina expand at the intrusion and clenches around his length possessively, like they missed him in every 84,600 passing seconds in the day.

But he doesn't stop pushing until his cock hits my cervix, even shoving it further until his balls slap against my clit.

My toes lift and I could hardly stand on my legs. The intensity and pressure I feel is so overwhelming and I tremble in between his hard form and the cold glass.

Without wasting any time, Dakota pulls out and drives his hips forward with a force that sends me into another dimension where you can feel stars shooting through your body.

"You really had the fucking audacity to marry my assistance in front of me." Dakota growls in my ear while he pounds into me like an unhinged man.

"Ahhhh!" I cry loudly as rough fingers dig into my scalp and yank my head back at his hot, heating mouth.

"You are fucking mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to use. And mine to taint." His teeth bite into my shoulder as if he is branding me like a cattle. His cattle.

My body shivers with the sharp pain and I clench around him with a moan. The unusual sensation of his dick, rubbing against my walls sends tingles through me like never before.

Something feels different. The friction between us, the heat of his body, the thickness of his shaft and my humiliating wetness around him. Then it suddenly drawn to me..

He didn't wear a condom.

Panic builds up in me and I try to push him off, but his hard body pins me harshly, restricting all my movements.

"Dakota, stop! Come out." I yell and he bites me harder, like punishing me for cheating on him.

He fists my hair and in the next second, I am pushed against the cold glass of the shower, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin.

"Do not fucking tell me where to dump my load!" He growls in my ear and I shudder weakly.

"I'll come wherever I wish, into your pussy or ass. It's my fucking business." His chest rumbles with a roar as he slams into me like a caveman, who is driven by his primal urge to dominate and mate.

"Ahh! Please, no. Please, Dakota!" My insides jump in fear and involuntarily my walls clench around his assaulting cock, which rams into me with no sense of kindness.

"You wanted me to paint you? I'll fucking paint you with my cum!" Dakota grunts into my ear and a shot of electric current passes through me while my insides convulse at his words.

My mind is screaming no, but my body is betraying me and responding eagerly to his every filthy word, like it belongs to him.

"Fuck yes, baby." He curses going faster and I know he is close to climax. Panic floods my body as I realize he is about to come inside me, without any protection.

"No.. Please.. Dakota. I am no-ot on pills." My voice trembles with fear as I struggle to push him away, but I am helpless against his hard body and fierce thrust, which keeps in the place like a hanging painting.

With each of his thrusts, my ass jiggles against his pelvis, causing a sinful sound to echo throughout the bathroom, along with my whimpers and his animalistic grunts.

"I beg you, please. Come out!" My throat dries out and a sob breaks out of me as he pounds into me harder and faster than before. Like he is on the verge.

"If you don't want me to come inside you, then get on your knees."

Dakota pulls out of me and spins me around to face him. The dominance in his eyes pushes my knees down to the shower floor while he hovers above me like an unpredictable animal.

He grabs my hair tightly and forces me to meet his dark predatory gaze. "Open your lips, whore." He growls, before shoving his wet cock in my mouth.

"Uhhh!" My throat makes animalistic sounds as I taste my own fluids on my tongue, sending a thrill of humiliation down my spine.

I couldn't look away or get away from his revengous thrusts as he holds me firmly and keeps me in the place. His legs feel rock-hard, just like his cock as he senselessly pumps in and out of my mouth.

"Yes. Clean my germs nicely." He smirks while looking down at me.

Tears paint my cheeks in shame at being used like this. But Dakota felt nothing for me. I am just a toy for him, a place to shove his cock, and get his rocks off.

And suddenly, I feel his meat swell and leap in my mouth, then spurt warm liquid down my throat.

I hear him hiss with evil pleasure as I feel my throat contract around his head, while he makes me gobble his hot cream.

"Yes. Swallow my hate, baby." His fingers trace my cheeks in a gentle caress, like a lover who is yearning to feel the warmth of my flesh.

"Good girl." He whispers like a proud man.

My throat chokes with a sob, as I watch him adjust his clothes, all while he enjoys me kneeling beside his feet, wet, fucked and covered in his cum.

Warm fingers touch my jaw and I look into the eyes of the devil. Dakota stares at me intensely, as if I am the most beautiful flower in his garden and he enjoyed plucking my petals.

"You have a pretty face that keeps me hard for long." He murmurs, running his thumb softly over my moist lips. I couldn't help but shiver with dread at the fresh cruel memory of what he did to me.

"Good night." He plants a kiss on the crown of my head and walks away with satisfaction gleaming on his face.

Tears flow down my cheeks as the overwhelming feeling of being used, fucked and left empty hearted washes over me.

I have never been treated like this, like a fucking whore. A sex toy that he would use every night to come in.

All I wanted was love.

But at this point I don't even know what love is. Because the only thing I have ever tasted in my life is lust and the musky taste of cum.

Ryan and then Dakota. I don't know which one was worse.

The hurt runs deep as I think about the fact that nobody has ever shown any sort of genuine emotions for me.

I have never been on a date and the idea of being loved by someone seems foreign to me. The feeling of loneliness and despair creeps in as I wonder if I will ever experience what it's like to be truly loved and cherished by someone.

Maybe I am cursed to never feel what real love is.

And it breaks my heart because I have so much love and care in me to give out, but nobody wants it.

People just want sex.

All they want to do is ejaculate onto the flowers that I have grown with so much care and affection, hoping to gift them to someone special, but they fucking cummed on it. Spoiling it to the lengths that even I can't admire my own flowers now.

I lift my fucked self up and clean the residue of his hate-making and semen in the running shower, then cry myself to the sleep.

Though I have nothing to wear, I strangely slept warmly all night.

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