“Hey… sorry, I thought this was the bathroom,” he says, his tone easy and unbothered.
I can’t really see him. The room is dark—I never bothered turning the lights on, and the only thing breaking the shadows is the faint glow slipping through the curtains, not enough to make out more than his outline.
I should probably care. Ask who he is. Tell him to leave. But I don’t. Because right now… it doesn’t matter.
I push myself off the bed and cross the room, my hands fisting in his shirt as I pull him down into a kiss before he can say anything else.
There’s a split second of surprise, but it disappears the moment he kisses me back, and that’s all I need.
The kiss shifts almost instantly, turning messier, hungrier, hands moving freely, like neither of us plans to stop.
Everything happens too fast. Clothes getting in the way, hands pulling, pushing, sliding over skin—I don’t even realize when I’m the one left exposed.
One second I’m gripping his shirt, the next I’m pressed against him, my breath uneven as everything around me blurs into nothing but heat and impulse. His lips trailing over my chest, licking and biting hard at my nipples before moving up my neck, kissing it like a starved man, not giving me a second to think.
“You sure, princess?” he says softly, though there’s nothing gentle left in the way he says it.
A quiet sound slips out of me while my fingers tighten against him, my head tilting slightly as I refuse to pull away.
“Do I look unsure?” I ask, my tone steady and certain.
Something in him snaps, and before I can react, he turns me around and pushes me against the makeup vanity. Everything on it crashes to the floor, bottles and brushes scattering everywhere as the impact sends them flying, the noise sharp and sudden.
My hands press against the surface to steady myself, my breath catching as I feel him right behind me, close enough to make my pulse stumble.
“Don’t forget… you asked for it,” he murmurs.
And then he moves, one rough thrust that leaves my hands braced hard against the vanity, my knuckles aching from the pressure. His cock stretches my pussy more than I thought possible, and I nearly pass out from the sudden intrusion.
The pain mixes with the pleasure and the euphoria from the pills, blurring everything together as I try to keep up with what’s happening. But this is too much. Too sudden. Too painful.
He fucks me with a kind of brutal desperation that leaves my entire body shaking uncontrollably. There’s nothing gentle about it. Not even close.
His thrusts grow harder and deeper, the rhythm merciless, pulling shaky breaths and helpless sounds out of me faster than I can hide them.
My fingers tighten against the vanity, my body tensing under the pressure, caught somewhere between resisting and giving in.
And still—I don’t move away. The drugs flooding my system smooth everything into a distant haze, keeping me steady even as the stranger behind me moves like he’s trying to ruin me.
Every rough thrust sends another sharp wave through me, the sounds leaving my mouth only seeming to encourage him more.
Both of his hands come up suddenly, caging my face, one on each side, fingers digging in as he forces my mouth open wider, stretching it into something that almost resembles a smile.
There’s nothing soft about it. The pull is sharp enough to hurt, locking me in place like my opinion on any of this stopped mattering a long time ago, and somehow that only makes everything hit harder.
The sensation curls through me strong enough to make me shiver, but he still doesn’t ease up.
“Hope you’re on the pill, princess,” he says, like it doesn’t matter.
Then he buries himself deep enough to make me gasp, holding me there while warmth spreads inside my cunt in slow pulses that leave my entire body shaking.
The realization crashes into me a second later, locking every muscle in place.
I can still feel him afterward, warmth lingering between my thighs as I tremble against the vanity, my fingers curled tightly around the edge just to steady myself.
For a second, nothing fully registers except the sudden flicker of light—a flash. I look up just in time to catch his silhouette, phone still in hand, before the door slams shut behind him.
I push myself up quickly, grabbing the first thing I can find to cover myself.
