The fabric tears into strips, exposing my skin. The cold of the cell suddenly invades me, and the feeling of vulnerability hits me like a blade.
You son of a bitch!‘ I scream furiously, trying to cover my body with my arms, to no avail. “Let me go! Stop this shit!”
My voice falters, but I keep swearing, vomiting every insult that comes to mind.
Fucking psychopath! Sicko! You’re going to die! I’m going to kill you myself!”
He doesn’t answer.
ite only smiles–that macabre smile that chills me to my very soul.
Itis fingers force me against the mattress, keeping me still. Then I feel the cold air as he spreads my buttocks without any delicacy.
So beautiful…” His voice flows like sweet poison. ‘Made just for me.”
I try to writhe, my heart racing, but the weight of his body pins me down.
And then, when his mouth touches my anus, shame explodes like a bonfire inside me. The shock paralyzes me for an instant. Curses pour from my throat, mixed with a desperation I never thought I carried.
Stop!” I scream, my voice hoarse and stifled. “Stop, you bastard!”
He makes a muffled sound of satisfaction, as if he were savoring every second.
I close my eyes tight, my breathing ragged. The dread grows along with the repulsion, and I realize that no matter how much 1 fight or how much I curse… he isn’t going to stop.
Then I feel his tongue invading me deeper, and an involuntary shiver runs down my spine. I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste iron, trying to turn the pain into focus, but it’s useless.
Suddenly, his hand slides down–firm–reaching for what it should never touch.
My cock,
The touch is invasive and filthy, and when he begins to masturbate me with a rhythmic force, a wave of fury consumes me.
“Stop, goddamn it!‘ I yell, pulling at the handcuffs until I feel the skin rip even more. “I’m going to kill you! I swear I’m going to kill you!”
He ignores me.
He continues as if my hate were background music. The sound of his muffled moans mixes with the rhythm of his hand.
He moans as if he were devouring the sweetest dessert, as if every reaction torn from my body were proof that he possesses me entry.
Fclenched my teeth so hard I felt my jaw throb, a painful snap traveling up to my temple.
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I don’t want to give him anything but my contempt.
But my body betrays me.
The blood dripping from my wrists is nothing compared to the heat rising where it shouldn’t.
“Son of a bitch…” My voice is failing. “This doesn’t mean anything.”
But my increasingly irregular breathing proves me wrong.
He increases the pace–his mouth behind me and his hand firm on my cock, more and more demanding. His moans get louder and more excited, as if he were in ecstasy over my torment.
I feel cold sweat trickling down my temples, every muscle at war with itself. My mind screams that it’s repulsion, that it’s rage, that it’s disgust. But my body responds with tremors I can’t control.
It is humiliation in its purest form.
Suddenly, Adrian pulls away. His mouth abandons my anus, and his hand releases my member.
A heavy sigh escapes me, loaded with relief.
I didn’t reach climax.
But the relief is short–lived.
A sharp shiver runs through me when I feel the pressure of a finger invading where it never should.
“What are you doing, you son of a bitch? I roar, but my voice falters. “Stop”
He doesn’t answer. And in the silence, his hand returns to my cock, wrapping around it again with strength and motion, stifling my voice in my throat. The contrast drives me mad: the discomfort behind, the stimulation in front. A perverse game I cannot control.
Another finger penetrates me, tearing a scream from me that I couldn’t contain. I feel my body tense, as if every fiber were trying to reject that invasion. My heart hammers in my chest; my breath is a trapped sob.
“Stop…” The word comes out raspy, more of a plea than a command. “Please… stop…”
The bitter taste of shame washes over me.
Me, Magnus Hale, begging.
I hate every syllable; I hate the sound of my own trembling voice.
But, as always, Adrian ignores me. His focus is absolute, blind. His hand accelerates on my member while his fingers move inside me, deeper and deeper. The rhythm increases, pitiless.
Then the third finger enters, wrenching a low roar of pain and rage from me. I try to resist, I try to hold my breath and swallow any reaction, but he begins to move all three with speed–exploring, pressing–until a specific spot tears a loud, treacherous groan from see that extors through the cell.
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His laughter makes me want to cry with rage at this humiliation.
“I found your prostate, my love.” His voice is thick with sickly pleasure. “It’s quite deep, but don’t worry… my cock reaches that far.”
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I close my eyes tight, biting my lips until I almost tear them even more. The taste of blood fills my mouth. Rage and shame mix, burning like acid.
‘I’m going to kill you, Adrian…” I say, but my voice breaks, choked up.
He doesn’t back down.
He isn’t shaken.
He just continues, as if every threat were honey to his ears.
His fingers move faster inside me, each thrust wrenching groans from me that I cannot contain. I try to hide my voice by burying my face in the mattress, but his hand grabs my hair with violence and pulls me back.
“Don’t go hiding your precious groans from me, my love.” The voice at the back of my neck is poisonous and lecherous. “I love to hear them… it’s the best melody.”
His tongue slides hot against my skin, making every hair stand up. The movement of his fingers intensifies, finding that goddamn spot inside me that triggers involuntary spasms.
I hate admitting that it feels good.
I hate even more the fact that my body is betraying my mind.
This bastard.
This goddamn son of a bitch.
I don’t even notice when he shoves in the fourth finger. I only realize it when the pain mixes with pleasure and I feel my entrance being forced open, invaded by something larger, brutal.
“S–stop…” My voice comes out choked by the plea. “Please…”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
