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I am frightened.

Panic flutters in my stomach like hundred anxious birds flapping their wings to get out of my body.

"No. Please!"

Dakota ignores my pleases and pushes my fingers along with his own into my panties. I shut my eyes as the tip of my fingers dampens with hotness and I feel a rumble of victory vibrating through his chest.

"So wet."

Blood surges to my face and I blush in shame as he stares at me with a grin of male triumph.

"Now tell me, Emara." He speaks in a ridicule mocking tone as he deepens his hand in my panties and rubs my wet lips. "Are you always this wet?"

He smirks against my cheek and whispers arrogantly, "Or did the pizza make your pussy dripping like this?"

I couldn't speak.

My face flushes with humiliation as his warm fingers make greasy, wet circles around my swollen clit, forcing little gasps out of my mouth.

It's been three years since someone touched me.

My body couldn't forget the memories of being used and left by the last person I loved. Since then, I couldn't even think of anyone touching me or doing things what Ryan did to me.

And here I am.. Getting fingered by his best friend.

Dakota stands there holding my body against his dominating figure while he plays with my pussy. My struggle gets weak and I gasp sensually as I feel his long fingers sliding smoothly around the burning lips of my hole.

"Did I tell you? You were soaking wet against my palm when I spanked you in the morning. And you are drenched right now when I didn't even touch you."

His hot breath fans on my cheeks and my skin burns with intense need as he dips just the tip of his finger inside me and stays still.

"You know what kind of girl gets wet with spanking or while dancing in front of a guy?"

His eyes stare at me darkly. Shame grips my throat from all sides, and I struggle to draw a breath under his intimidating presence.

"A wh0re."

He whispers and pushes his long finger inside my wet pulsing vagina. I bite a moan as my wall clenches around the thickness of his finger.

A smirk appears on Dakota's stone cold face as he pulls out his hand and wipes his finger on my lower lip to make me realize how wet I am.

"Aren't you a sweet little wh0re, Emara?"

I close my eyes and when I open them, I glare at him with all the hate, all the abhor I have inside of me and spat angrily.

"Fuck you."

And your wh0re mother!

Dakota grabs me by my elbow and tugs me towards him menacingly. His lips an inch away from mine as he states in his deep voice, "No. I am going to fuck you."

My heartbeat fastens as I stare into his heartless eyes which promises of my ruin.

"What are you do-oing?" I ask him in panic as he pulls me harshly after him.

Air moves past me as he almost drags me on his marble floor, up to the stairs and then throws me on the bed roughly in which I slept last night.

"On four."

A shudder passes through me as he begins to undress. Dakota unbuttons his shirt hastily, as if he is running out of time.

"What did I tell you?" His voice sounds like a nightmare as he glares at me angrily.

Muscles after muscles appear under his dark shade of clothes and my scared heart jumps to my throat as he doesn't stop stripping.

"O-on four." I answer nervously.

He shakes his head like a madman.

From hair on my head to the little hair on my thighs, pricks up in fear as he lowers his face at a threatening pace and grits, "I had told you to change before cooking."

"But I-I had no clothes." My voice barely comes out as a whisper.

"I made sure to fill your cupboard."

"Those are lingeries."

"Those are your clothes." He scowls in anger as he skins down his pants and step out of them in just his brief.

My throat gets dry as I see the bulge and outline of a massive cock hiding behind the soft cotton of his under ware.

My instincts scream at me to run, hide, but I freeze under his gaze like a deer. Hoping if I didn't move, he wouldn't notice me.

"On four. Now."

Dakota growls in fury and flips me on the bed like a pancake. I fall with my chest on the mattress beating so fast and uncontrollable as if I am having an attack.

I hear the drawer open and close with a crinkling sound of wrapper before he jerks my pants down, arches my hips, and kicks my legs apart.

I hear ripping plastic and I freeze with my heart pounding in my ear.

Everything was happening so fast that I couldn't decipher what was going on until I feel him hot and hard at my entrance.

A shiver runs down my spine and I freeze in absolute fear. I could see my world crumbling down as he holds my hips in his tight grip and thrusts into me without any warning.

Ahhh!

My body jerks in shock at the sudden intrusion. My toes curl on the bed as I feel a hot monstrous force pushing inside of me, almost splitting me into half and not stopping until I see moon and stars twinkling in front of me.

Aaahhhhh!

I hear an intense moan in my ears and I realized it's my own. I couldn't remember if it was in pain or pleasure. It is impossible to know.

Like a fish out of water, I squirm and crawl for water but he firmly keeps himself balls deep into me.

"Look up."

My eyes open and I see my fists clutching on to the bedsheet with my life as I take rapid labour breaths. I feel fingers burying into my hair and in an instance, my head jerks up.

AHHHHH!

This time, I hear my voice crackling in pain as my scalp burns with the pull. My eyes look straight at the reflection of a helpless girl in the mirror who is sitting on her all four limbs, like a leashed dog.

"Look at me."

My eyes crawl up to the reflection of the huge beast behind me, looking so viciously barbaric that even monsters would crawl under the bed in his presence.

His shoulders broad like Zeus with the infamous wolf carved on his chest which screams of dominance and danger.

But nothing is more dangerous than his dead emotionless eyes which are gawking at me with a fire of revenge.

Dakota grabs the front of my shirt and pulls it apart with a force which causes my buttons to roll on the floor. He throws the cloth away and with a tug, my bra falls to my fisted fingers and my breast bounce freely for his view.

"Now I am going to fuck you like a lying bitch you are. And let's see how you take it." His dark voice depicts of cruel intentions and a sob crawls up to my throat.

He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls out his cock while giving a feral look of destruction, then rams into me with no kindness.

Dakota begins to fuck immediately.

He didn't waste a second to start slow or give me time to adjust as he pulls out his cock with the speed he pushed in, then shoves back in me again and again.

His strong, demanding thrust sends his erection entirely into my burning pussy, and I yelp helplessly. Despite my cries, he plows into me from behind, honouring the name of the position- Doggy Style.

"You dance good." He grits his teeth.

"I am impressed. You know things other than giving fake information to police." And smacks his hand flat on my ass, pulling a cry out of my mouth.

I close my eyes and curse the day I said his name in the drug case.

I didn't know he was innocent.

I didn't know him at all back then.

But I had to confess a name to save someone I love.

And unknowingly, I said his name.

But I never knew my one statement would cause havoc in his life and that statement would bring me to my knees in this condition.

I open my eyes and look at my reflection.

Sweating, naked, and being banged ruthlessly from behind. My breast slap against my flesh as my body jerks with his every thrust.

Dakota wraps my hair around his fist like a bandage as he keeps in the position and pounds in me like an animal in heat.

My mouth opens to protest but other than powerless shrieks and gasps, I couldn't make out anything against his vigorous strokes.

But he doesn't care or even mind my screams as he grunts loudly with ever thrust.

He appears inhuman.

Like a mixture of a man and beast, who lost touch with his humanity.

He was like the Minotaur in his painting.

Angry, wild, uncontrollable. A wildebeest who only knows fucking.

And I was the helpless girl in his clutch, trapped under his huge body, who couldn't move, blink, or breathe without his permission.

We are the painting.

His green eyes stare at me from the mirror. Instantly, my nipples harden like diamonds as he slides his eyes to my bouncing tits.

A grin spreads over his cruel lips and he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. I moan as his hot chest presses behind my back and we both watch my breasts in the mirror, jumping with his every thrust.

"You are such a fucking wh0re." Dakota growls in my ear, and my body shudders at his filthy words.

I watch his hand reach forward towards my erect nipples and give them a pinch. I feel a clench down in my belly, which excites him to pinch harder.

"Do you like me fucking your cunt?" He whispers softly in my ear as his hand travel south to our pounding union.

"Or am I going slow?" His teeth teases my earlobe and my body moves in waves out of control.

"O God!" A moan tears out of my throat and my thighs shudder at his touch.

"You are so wet, Emara." His fingers circle my clit urgently and I feel a jolt of electric current striking on my burning sex.

It's like my nerves have opened a new channel which were left dried for years, now rushes with fresh sensation of hot blood.

He flicks my clit and my body rises up, ready to blast into a thousand stars as I am so close to..

"But you are not coming tonight."

Dakota spit venomously as he pulls his cock out of me and throws me on the bed like a used toy.

My stomach falls on the bed and I gasp like a fish out of water. I hear him moan behind me and after a few minutes, hot liquid splashes on my naked back.

I couldn't move. My insides still quiver with the vibrations of his merciless thrusts while I hear the shuffling of clothes in the background.

I tilt my head and watch him wear his clothes back while my naked body still quivers and clenches for a release.

Did he- Did he jerk off in a condom?

I have never seen such a selfish, cruel, bastard in my life.

He didn't even put an effort to attempt foreplay or even kiss me. Just ripped my clothes and pounded into me forcibly like animals.

He is barbaric!

Dakota buttons his pants and walks out of the room casually, without saying or even glancing at me as if he wasn't fucking me for half an hour. 

"I hate you." My cracking voice spits truth.

His feet stop at the door. My heart beats loudly as he turns around and takes a silent stride towards me with dark eyes. I clutch my hand in fist and beg myself not to cry as he stands in front of me with an emotionless face.

"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his green eyes rake over my body with the heat of conquest.

Hot rage flows through my veins and I glare back at him with so much hatred, more than I ever felt for Ryan.

"Breakfast at sharp 8:10. You remember, right?"

He smirks arrogantly and walks out of the room with his warnings.

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