He pauses, but I can feel the anger pouring from him; he is poised to pounce at any moment, and I immediately regret my backchat. As I stare ahead, my eyes well up before he lets out a cruel snicker against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He moves around me once more until he is in front of me, and I glance away as he stares down at me.
“Is that what you think, Swan?”
My whole body is stiff. I am torn between standing up for myself and letting him do whatever he wants. I would rather I could fight him; I wish I could stab him in the throat, but I am trapped in this nightmare and feel helpless. I feel weak.
“Once I'm finished with you, every memory you had with those pair of cunts will be gone. All the good times you had now belongto me; they will be replaced with me. I fucking own you, so I will do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
As he continues, my tears drip down my face.
“And Swan, I don't fuck for your pleasure; I fuck for mine.”
He presses his face close to mine, forcing me to meet his menacing gaze.
“And my pleasure is fucking painful.”
I sob when I realize what he is saying to me, and I whisper.
“Please don't rape me. I—”
He presses his finger to my lips, silencing me, and peers into my eyes with absolutely no emotion.
“Shhhh... You will become used to it, and after you are damaged beyond repair, you could even enjoy it.”
I frantically shake my head, but he suddenly cups my cheeks tightly and presses his lips on mine. I push my entire rattling body away from him with my hands on his chest, attempting to get him to release me, but he simply walks me backward. When he breaks away, he grabs my throat in his enormous, tattooed hand, smothering the entire area and raises his chin, viciously biting on his words.
“The more you fucking fight me, Swan, the more it gets me off. Your agonizing screams will make me pleased.”
His hold tightens, and he lifts me to my tiptoes.
“You need to understand who your future husband is. I am not the happy ending to your fairy tale; I'm the beginning of your worst fucking nightmare.”
I claw at his hands as the pressure builds in my head, but he tosses me onto his bed effortlessly just as I am about to pass out. I take a huge gasp of air as I bounce, and when I catch my breath, I hear metal rattle. My wet eyes widen as I turn my head to see he is releasing his belt and I start to panic, crawling backward on the bed but he reaches over, grabs my ankle, and violently drags me toward him.
I start kicking and screaming with everything I’ve got, unleashing blow after blow, but he appears unaltered and just takes it. In one rapid action, he grabs the waistband of my sweatpants and panties and tears them down my legs. I instantly flip onto my stomach, attempting to escape him again, but he grips my ankles and drags me toward him once more.
I roll onto my back again, but he maintains a firm grasp on me as he climbs onto the bed between my legs. His cold, black, dead eyes never leave mine, and when he gets close enough, I raise my hand and strike him hard across the face with my palm. I breathe heavily with an angry expression, tears streaming from my eyes, and I grit my teeth.
“You sick fuck!”
With his face turned to the side, I notice my handprint appearing on his cheek and his jaw tightens. My breathing ceases when his enraged eyes dart to me and before I have a chance to react, he lifts his fist and delivers a forceful blow to my jaw. My head whips to the side, and for a second, my mind goes blank, my ears screaming. He speaks furiously close to my face while the bitter taste of metallic fills my mouth.
“You stupid little bitch. What you think of me means fuck all; you mean fuck all to me.”
My mind is cloudy, I am drifting in and out of consciousness as I lay limp, my breathing irregular, and my tear-filled eyes close, but they spring open with a scream as soon as I feel his teeth clamp down on my nipple. I instantly lift my head and look down at him, my eyes wide when I see that my breast has drawn blood from his vicious bite.
He raises his eyes to mine, and I feel my wrath rise once again, and I lift my legs, bringing my knees up to his chest before pushing him away with all my might, but he merely smirks, a smirk that sends tremors up my spine. He presses himself between my legs, and I immediately place my hands on his chest, forcing him away.
“You're not going to get away from me, Swan; those two fucks used you as much as I will. Give the fuck in.”
He catches my wrists and pins them above my head, securely wrapping one of his large hands around them, and I struggle to tear them free, because he is just too overpowering. He frees his cock between us as he gazes down at me struggling against him, and my legs tense, doing my utmost not to let him inside of me. I begin to weep like a mess and plead with him again in hushed tones.
“Please don’t do this, Maddox, please! It doesn't have to be like this!”
With the tip of his cock on my entrance, he raises his fist once more, ready to deliver another punch while he roars.
“Shut the fuck up!”
His forceful, loud voice pierces through me and across the huge space, making me flinch when suddenly there is a loud knock onthe door and he comes to a stop, his fist in the air. My breathing is heavy, and my heart is racing as we stare at one another in cold silence. His jaw set tight, but he does not move a muscle until he yells aggressively.
