*Content Warning: Violence of a sexual nature is depicted in this chapter and may be triggering for some readers.*
Ethan’s calloused hand disappeared from my cheek. Panic spread through me as he shuffled behind me. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and I clenched the bed sheets. I jerked wildly in an attempt to break free.
Smack.
Ethan’s palm came down on my backside, and I cried out in surprise. His hand gripped my hip and lifted me up until I was on my knees.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
Ethan released my hands, but before I could try and crawl away, he grabbed a bunch of my hair and held me down. I cried out in pain and fought against him as he pushed himself against my backside.
My eyes found the night sky outside my window, and I was reminded of all the nights I spent here with him. As much as I didn’t want to think of him while I was here with Ethan, I couldn’t help it. I prayed it didn’t taint the memory, but I needed something, anything. Maybe if I just thought of him I could get through this.
“You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll fucking like it. I’m tired of that mouth,” Ethan snarled.
He was an arrogant prick, and I wanted nothing more than to cut his dick off. There was a burning sensation where his hand connected with my backside.
Without warning, he forced himself into me. His hardness pushed inside of me, and I had no choice but to take what he gave me. Inch by inch slammed into me and I felt disgusting. I felt vile and tarnished. I was thrusted forward with the force of his hips, and some of my hair ripped from my scalp as his hold tightened.
My body shook and I hated the way he stilled. The sound of his breathing had my stomach rolling. He flexed his legs and I felt him jerk inside of me. I cried out as I tried to wiggle free, but it only made him moan. Tears streamed freely now as he pulled out slowly. I wasn’t ready; it never felt this way with him. I was dry and it hurt.
It hurts so much.
He groaned, and I reached back with my claws extended. I clawed blindly everywhere at anything as hard as I could. When my claws caught skin, I scratched, tore, and ripped. I was in a frenzy as I fought to get free. I cried desperately as I fought for my life.
This was the first time I’d thanked the Goddess that he didn’t mark me. He wouldn’t have to feel the pain of me being with another. This pain was mine and mine alone.
Ethan thrusted forward again, and I had no choice but to face the situation I was in. I was forced to feel him inside of me. This time was easier, and physically it didn’t hurt as much. I blanched at the thought of his saliva inside of me. I felt dirty, oh, so dirty.
“Fight all you want, Adealine. It only turns me on more. You’ll grow to like this. You’ll grow to need this. You’ll learn to crave this cock,” Ethan growled as he continued to force himself onto me.
I tried to look around me to help distract me from what was going on. I needed a way out. I couldn’t get free, but fuck him if he thought I was just going to take it. I moved my legs under me as I continued to try and crawl away. I grabbed the sheets and tried to pull myself forward and away from him. The bed rattled with our movements, and I knew I’d never forget the sound. The sheets bundled under me, and my breasts rubbed painfully against the mattress beneath me.
I cried out with each thrust of his hips. He yanked my hair, pulling my head back, but I didn’t stop. I fought my hardest to get away from him. Liquid dripped from my scalp and into my eyes. He groaned and picked up his pace as he chased whatever disgusting high he was feeling. He released my hip and his hand blocked the view of the stars. Finally, a way to hurt him. I smiled at the opportunity he’d given me.
Mistake.
I didn’t even hesitate, I jerked forward as hard as I could. I wrapped my mouth around flesh and my canines drove into his forearm. He cried out and jerked back. He pulled out of me, and I dug my canines deeper. I drank his blood like a predator ripping into its prey.
Die.
Die.
Die.
Fucking die, Ethan.
Liquid splashed onto my backside, and his hard length slapped against my flesh. I froze. I should be happy that it was over; I should thank the Goddess that he didn’t come in me. My body trembled.
I felt nothing but fear and shame.
“I like it. Keep biting me, Princess. You only pushed me over the edge,” Ethan cooed. Disgusted by his words, I released him. “You’re mine, Adealine. Mine today, and mine tomorrow.”
Ethan yanked my hair to the other side, and my face was pushed into the bed. He rolled off of me, and the bed dipped as he lay by my side. I glared at him as he put his hands behind his head. He may have thought I’d stop fighting now that he was finished, but this war between us was only just beginning. I sat up and threw a leg over him.