Chapter 23
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CHAPTER 23.
ZERO
Double fvck!
I came to two fvcking realizations at the same time as I bottomed out inside of her sweet tight warmth.
She's a goddamn virgin. And I ain't using protection.
"Fvck!" I groaned as I quickly pulled out of her and she cried out in pain. I reached for my goddamn discarded pants and withdrew the damn foiled packet.
That c0cksucker, Morris, had given the shit to me as a gift on the very first day he visited. The bastard's idea of a joke, but for once, his joke's saving a fucking life
I caged Lani so she wouldn't wiggle away as I quickly rolled on the latex. I held her trembling legs and slowly buried myself backto the hilt, her muscles stretching reluctantly to admit me inside of her.
Her head rolled back and she whimpered.
I gritted my damn teeth as I tried to hold myself still inside her very tight sheeth. Fuck! Never knew they could be so goddamn tight like a fucking tight fist.
Motherfvcker, this will be the very death of me, I thought as I tried to hold myself still inside of her.
A virgin.
She is a goddamn, one hundred percent, true to life, virgin.
I don't even known they existed anymore. I'd damn sure never experienced one before in my goddamn life. And I've hard more than my fair share of them bitches.
I managed to find the only fvcking virgin left in this godforsaken town.
My chest rippled in goddamn pleasure at the knowledge even as I shut my shitty eyes and went through the most fvcking torture I've been through in a long freaking time.
I'm the only sonofabitch that has had her. That has been deep inside of her.
She's mine. The thought reared every goddamn caveman instinct inside of me. The feeling of protection and possession reared up inside of me.
To protect her from every damn thing.
To possess her in all fvcking way possible.
Any other man who thinks to get close enough to sniff around must be sure he wants a bullet through his fvcking brain.
He. Will. Die. And in the most horrible way.
She whimpered under me and I stared down at her. She'll in so much pain and I don't know what the fuck to do to ease it for her.
Give me a loaded gun and I'll do a goddamn lot. But give me a hurting virgin and I don't know my fucking left from my damn right.
I gritted my teeth, keeping still inside her and hope to fuck I don't die in the goddamn process.
There'll be so many other times to make it all up. Oh, will there be.
LEILANI
I hurt bad.
I took shallow breaths to avoid passing out. I can feel his hardness lodged deep inside me, and it’s the most agonizingly invasive thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Relax,” he murmurs in my ear, “just relax, my pet. The pain will pass, it will get better . . .”
I don’t believe him.
It feels like a heated pole has been shoved inside my body, tearing me open. And I can’t do anything to escape, to make it hurt less.
He’s so much larger than me, so much stronger. All I can do is lie there helplessly, pinned underneath him.
He doesn’t move his hips, doesn’t thrust, even though I can feel the tension in his muscles.
Instead, he gently kisses my forehead again. I close my eyes, bitter tears streaming down my temples, and feel the light brush of his lips against my eyelids.
I don’t know how long we stay there like this. He’s raining soft kisses on my face, my neck. His hands embrace me, caress my skin in a parody of a lover’s touch.
And all the while, that big thing is buried deep inside me, its uncompromising hardness hurting me, burning me from within.
I don’t know at what point the pain starts to change. My treacherous body slowly softens, begins to respond to his kisses, to the tenderness in his touch.
He senses it. And he slowly begins to move, partially withdrawing from my body and then working himself back in.
I whimpered at the pressure and hid my face in his chest, unconsciously seeking solace from this confusing thing happening to me.
Initially, his movements make it worse, only adding to my agony. And then he reaches between our bodies with one hand, and uses one finger to press against my sensitive bundle, keeping the pressure light and steady.
His thrusts move my hips, causing me to rub against his finger in a rhythmic way.
To my shock, I feel the tension gathering inside me again. That very tension that snapped in me few minutes ago before the worse pain of my life followed.
My teary eyes widened as I bit into his chest. The tension heightened as he moved his hips. The pain is still there, but so is the pleasure.
I’m writhing in his arms, but now I’m fighting myself as well. I don't know if I'm pushing him away or pulling him closer.
His thrusts get harder, deeper, and I’m screaming from the unbearable intensity.
The pain and the pleasure mix, until they’re indistinguishable from one another—until I exist in a world of pure, overwhelming sensation.
And then I explode, the orgasm ripping through my body with such force that my vision darkens for a moment.
Suddenly, I can hear him groaning against my ear and feel him getting even thicker and longer inside me. He is pulsing and jerking deep within me, and I know that he found his release as well.
In the aftermath, he rolls off me and gathers me to him, holding me close.
I did nothing but cry in his arms, seeking solace from the very person who is the cause of my tears.
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The Next Morning
I woke up to the sound of shower running.
I got up and tried to stretch myself but I quickly found out that I can't do that without hurting in the most unusual places.
The events of the night washed through my head and with it came, remembered pain and so much guilt.
How did I quickly forget myself that way? I've committed the greatest of sins of all....just right next to killing.
I covered my face using my hands and groaned into them. My cheeks burned when I remembered the things he did to my body.
Things I mostly didn't understand, things that gave me indescribable pleasure and immensed pain.
"Oh God, forgive me....!" I groaned guiltily into my hands. I didn't even know how I lost my head and committed Adultery. But that isn't even where my greatest guilt is coming from.
My greatest guilt is coming from my uncertainty. The shame.
I can't even close my eyes and promise God that I won't do it again....that I won't give myself to him again. I've never been good at lying, and I've never lied to God.
Although I'm very certain that I never want to repeat that act that hurts so much, I know that I can't resist being in his arms. Because it felt so right.
How can something so wrong...so sinful....so painful...feel so right? It just doesn't make sense.
My mind is going haywire, my thoughts scrambled. I really need away from all this.
I need to get out of this hiding place. I need my life out of danger. I need time away from him. I really need away from all this.
Maybe then, I'll start making sense to myself again. I'll think clear-headedly again.
Until then, I'm just a sinner who doesn't know a single thing what she's doing. Who is so confused with the way she's feeling.
How can I still crave to be in the tattooed arms of the man who's very arms brought me dire pain?
The sound of shower turning off jerked me back to reality. My eyes widened when I know Zero will soon be coming out of the bathroom
Still lying down on the bed, I gripped the bedsheet tight, holding it around my neck as I stared at that door like the very devil is behind it.
What happens now?
Because for the life of me, I don't know.
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