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Consciousness gradually returned; my head felt heavy, and my body ached. The discomfort grew as my senses adjusted. Something inside me felt wrong.
The shock came like a blow.
My breathing quickened, and my chest tightened. Despair took over when I realized.
Had he slept with his cock still inside me?
I tried to move, but a firm grip around my waist kept me in place. His strong arm held me against him, preventing any attempt to escape. My heart was hammering in my chest, and my mind was screaming, reliving every moment of the night before.
Why did this have to happen?
I was wrongly accused.
Sent to the worst prison in the world.
And I was abused by this monster.
And the worst thing of all? What made me want to sink into despair?
I felt pleasure.
I orgasmed more than once.
My fists clenched, my lips pressed together in a tense line. Hatred burned, but I couldn’t tell if it was for him… or for me.
My body shuddered as I felt his cock pulsing inside me, a cruel reminder of my reality. The air became heavy, suffocating.
Good morning, bunny. The husky, lazy voice whispered close to my ear.
A shiver ran down my spine.
“Did you sleep well?
I kept silent.
I didn’t want to answer.
Pretending that none of this had happened seemed the only way out.
But it was impossible to erase what he had done.
Worse still, what I felt.
Are you going to ignore me? Tsk… The tone carried amusement.
Without warning, it came out of me and returned with brutality It hit my prostate hard
A loud moan escaped before I could stop it. My body arched, my muscles reacting against my will In a desperate reflex, I covered my mouth, trying to suppress any other sound
Why did this keep happening?
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The situation worsened when his hand slid down my abdomen. Before I could react, he pressed down, going even deeper.
“F–For…” The voice faltered, a trembling whisper.
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Fragile hands gripped his wrist, trying to prevent further pressure. His body was weak, too sensitive. If he continued… he didn’t know what might happen.
“If you want me to stop, you’d better answer me.” The warning was clear.
I swallowed dryly, struggling to catch my breath. My heart was pounding, as if it was trying to escape from my chest.
My ase
“G–Good morning…” The voice came out shaky. “P–Please… stop it…”
A low laugh sounded against my skin. Humorless, loaded with cruel amusement.
Much better.
Slowly, he pulled away. I bit my lips, holding back a moan as his member came out of me. My body protested, exhausted and sensitive to every movement.
He got out of bed, stretching as if nothing had happened.
Get up. Let’s take a shower.
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The words took me by surprise.
A bath?
With an effort, I sat up. The throbbing pain between my legs made me shudder. I watched as he put on his black uniform without haste, acting with absurd naturalness.
Without waiting for further orders, I forced my legs to move, fighting against the weakness. I picked up the uniform from the floor and put it on. Each piece of clothing was a cruel reminder of what had happened. Discomfort radiated through every fiber of my body.
It was then that I realized.
He was watching me.
His dark gaze analyzed every detail, running through me like a sharp blade.
Let’s go.
The bars were already open.
I swallowed dryly and followed him, my steps heavy, my whole body protesting. I wanted to go back to my cell.
Hide.
Pretend that none of this had happened.
But I knew that resistance would only make things worse.
That’s when i realized that the path didn’t lead to the communal bathroom.
My chest tightened when I saw the sign on the door.
Exclusive to the Grim Reaper.
My fists shook.
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Did he have his own bathroom? Was that allowed inside the prison? How did he possess so much power?
“What are you waiting for?
The sound of his voice sent a shiver through me.
Take off your clothes and get in the shower.”
My breathing faltered. Hesitation held me in place. But hesitation was never an option.
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Trembling fingers pulled at the fabric of my uniform, slowly removing it. I covered my body in shame and walked to the shower with hesitant steps.
I turned the damper. The warm water slid over my skin.
My eyes closed, and a long sigh escaped my lips. For a moment, I felt the tiniest bit of relief. As if I could cleanse myself of all this.
Even though I knew that nothing could erase what had happened.
My eyes opened suddenly, a shiver running down my spine as I felt the presence behind me. My body froze as firm hands grabbed my waist, pulling me backwards until my back collided with Reaper’s warm chest.
“You have no idea how stunning you are.” The voice sounded low, laden with desire. “Especially with my marks all over your beautiful body, bunny.
His teeth dug into the back of my neck, slowly trailing down to my shoulder before biting down harder, eliciting a restrained moan of pain.
I was surprised when I felt something hard rub against my entrance. My heart raced.
Não…
My mind begged God to make this man give up. I don’t want this again… I’m not gay… My chest tightened with guilt at having felt pleasure in his hands.
“You try to deny the truth, but your body doesn’t lie,” he said against my skin, his lips curved in amusement. “Your mouth says no, but every part of you begs for more.
“T–That’s not true…” His voice came out weak and shaky, his breathing ragged, giving away the lie.
He pulled away a little, and it was then that I felt something rub my entrance. My muscles contracted.
“W–What are you doing?!” I tried to dodge, but the grip around my waist kept me in place.
Relax. I’m making your pretty little hole very clean, just the way I like it.” The casual, almost amused tone contrasted with the perversity of the act.
I swallowed dryly, fighting the disturbing sensation of the hand exploring shamelessly. The touch disappeared for a moment, then suddenly his hand shid from my back to the nape of my neck, pressing me forward.
Hands on the wall.
My whole body trembled.
I bit my lip, obeying.
Defiance would be foolish.
The consequences would be even worse.
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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.
