Chapter 18: Marking her

Denise could feel his sculpted body beneath his shirt. She's sure he has those amazing abs that would make anyone drool. "Don't play innocent, my Princess," Mike says quietly before pressing his warm lips against hers.

"Oh f*ck," she mutters softly as his hand grasps her head and then presses his lips on hers. His soft lips cover every inch of her lips, not missing a single one. When he touches her, she notices that his breathing stops.

Mike was her first kiss, and his unexpected assault distracts her from her worries. Denise's thoughts go blank as his tongue rushes out and skims over her lip, and she grabs his nape and begins to respond to his kisses. As he runs his hands over her body, she senses his smile.

"How about we do this to our room?" he said, kissing her ear down to her neck. "N-No, let's stop this," she said, rushing upstairs to their room and locking the door. "What did I do?" she exclaimed to herself. Denise felt as if her entire body was on fire. "What the f*ck he did to me? Why do I feel like I want more?" she mumbled, shaking her head as she realized what she had said. Then suddenly she heard a knock on the door.

"Sweetie? Come on, open the door, let's eat our breakfast first," Mike said. "Ah, I need to use the restroom first; I think you should eat your breakfast now because I'll eat mine later," she lied. She doesn't want to see him because she is embarrassed.

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Denise awoke with her arms tightly wrapped around her waist. She looked down to see a muscular man, but her lips as she tried to get up made Mike groan. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice raspy because he had just awoken. Denise's eyes widened as she turned to see him staring at her. "I-I n-need to use the bathroom," she lied as her voice stuttered.

"No, you don't," he said as he drew her closer to him, rolling his eyes. She immediately smelled his cologne as her eyes closed at the heavenly scent, but she quickly opened them again, hoping he didn't notice her sniffing him.

He reached over and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV as the news came on.

"19 years old Eesha Denise Colly has been missing for almost one month still--" the news reporter said but Mike immediately grabbed the remote again and changed the channel to something else.

Then Mike got up and went to the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom. Denise looks over to see he left both of his phones on the table with the remote. Denise quickly grabbed his iPhone and immediately dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" a lady said into the phone making Denise smile.

"Yes I been kid--" she didn't finish what she was able to say when Mike snatched the phone out of her hands and threw it against the wall as it shattered everywhere. Mike looked at her with pure anger as she lay in the bed.

"Don't tell me you called the police," he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose already knowing the answer. Then Denise hurriedly kicked her between his thigh.

"You're in big trouble, sweetie. You're asking a punishment," he groaned, spitting at her in his deep husky voice. She tried to escape, but Mike grabbed her by the hair and threw her against the wall. She gasped in pain.

"You thought I was going to let you off the hook? then, I'll show you what I can do, sweetie," he whispered.

"Please don't do this," she begs as tears stream down her cheeks, but Mike simply smiles and his eyes darken.

Mike grabbed her hair once more and dragged her to the bed. "Mike, you're hurting me! Please stop ahh," she cried as Mike slapped her. "Shut the f*ck up, sweetie; I've been nice to you, but now I'm going to have you tonight; you'll be my wife and the mother of my child," he said as he ripped her nightgown. Denise attempted to stand, but Mike punched her in the stomach and held her gaze. "Please, someone help me," she pleaded.

"It's your fault, sweetie; you didn't behave well," he said as she heard him unbuckle his belt, causing her to cry even harder.

Then, he suddenly began taking his clothes, she fought him, but every time she did, he hit her again and again. Mike then placed himself between her legs; she had no more energy, her body was in pain, and all she could do was stare at him in shock and fear.

"I'm so excited to hear you moan my name, sweetie. I want you to feel the feelings that my d*ck inside to you cute little p*ssy. I want you to have my babies," he said seductively while kissing her neck and body, Denise shivering uncontrollably from fear as Mike grabbed handcuffs and began and began to roughly cuff her hands to the bed. Denise can feel the cuffs dig into her wrists.

"No," she mumbled as Mike ignored her pleadings. He licks her all over, making certain that no spot is left untouched. Mike's saliva had gotten all over her. He clutched her left breast.

"This, this is all mine," he murmured as he grabbed her right breast and moved his fingers in a circular motion across her nip. Denise shook her head and yelled.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Beg me to stop, sweetie, it's turned me on, it's made me want to f*ck you so hard," he laughed at her. He then grabbed her knees and yanked her legs open. "This view was so beautiful," he said, his evil grin on his face.

Denise shivered at the thought of those words. He wouldn't be stopped by begging. She then feels his thumb rubbing against her clitter. She pants, out of breath. "Ohh?" he said, smirking.

"You're so wet," he said, "I see you're wet for me," he added. "No, I'm not!" she exclaimed, feeling sick to her stomach. She uttered as his index and middle fingers pressed against her. His thumb was still rubbing her crotch. She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lower lip as the wetness began to make sticky, sloppy noises. "I know you love it, sweetie," he said as he fingered her more and more quickly. She screamed but kept her voice quiet. Her mouth opened slightly as his eyes lit up and his evil grin appeared. He can tell he was enjoying what he did.

"Should I start f*cking you?" he said as her eyes widened, shaking her head.

"Please no, Get off me!! please no—" she couldn't finish her words because he forcefully thrust into her, stretching her insides and causing her to scream in pain. Mike then placed his hand over her mouth and began biting her neck, bruising her delicate skin. She screamed and screamed as he thrust into her, but her screams were muffled by his hand.

"Hmmm, you're so tight I've been waiting so long for this, sweetie," he said in her ear as he pushed his huge c*ck buried deep into her.

"P-please stop," she pleaded, clutching his hand as tears blurred her vision. Mike didn't listen to her, he just continued thrusting faster, harder, and deeper into her. Her brow began to perspire. "No! ahh!" she screamed. Mike's d*ck was so huge that she could feel it throbbing inside her, stretching her walls. He felt like he was ripping her insides out.

Denise yelps in pain as she gathers her strength to push him away again, but she was too tired.

"Stop it now! Please, it hurts," she pleaded, but Mike simply held her legs down, making sure the door was wide open. Her thighs were squeezing tightly. Denise was certain that his strong grip had already left bruises all over her body.

"I'm going to cum, sweetie," he grumbled.

"No! Please, Mike, I beg you! No!" she cried, feeling a knot in her stomach. Then, she feel a hot liquid coming beneath her, it was pouring fast.

Then, Mike thrust again, and she screamed under his hand, tears streaming down her cheeks, his body jerking as he continued kissing her neck.

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Mike was overjoyed when he was able to release his sperm inside her, and relief washed over him.

Finally, his best friend was fully his. She carried his seed inside her, and the thought that she would bear him a child made him happy; he doesn't care how many times he has to rape her; as long as she is his, he will do whatever he wants.

Mike sat up slowly and groaned, while Denise balled up and sobbed silently on her knees. Mike felt bad for her, "It's your fault you tried to leave me," he murmured.

As Mike looked around, he noticed something dripping from his d*ck; it was blood, a lot of blood, from his virgin best friend. He shrugged and grabbed the towels from the bathroom to clean himself and her.

"I hate you," she said softly as she lay under the covers. "I don't care, Denise; you made me do it; you're mine, and you'll never get away from me," he said as he tried to calm himself. He then looks at the wall clock, which shows that it is already three o'clock in the morning. He can't believe he stayed with her for so long. He then lied down and drew her closer to him, kissing her neck and lips. "Let's sleep, sweetie," he whispered at her and hugged her tightly.