16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Aria
F inn’s words send a flutter straight to my core. This is it. I’m finally going to lose my virginity. And it’s going to be Finn who takes it.
This moment was inevitable. I knew it. But being in it is making me more nervous than I thought. There’s no coming back from it. I will be Finn’s for good.
My body is on fire and riled up from his touch. My inner walls are already a little sore from his fingers. Can I handle more?
Finn looks down at me with eyes so dark, it makes him look more like a demon than a man. He wants to consume all of me.
I know in my heart that I want to let him.
So, I nod.
He strips off his clothes and reveals his erection to me.
When I had him in my mouth, I noticed just how big he is.
The fact that he’s going to be inside of me is a little intimidating.
I’m never scared – or at least, I pretend to be.
Right now though, I’m worried it will hurt.
I’m worried it will not live up to the expectations I’ve had in my head.
I’m worried this will make me fall in love with Finn.
He spreads my legs wide and settles between my hips. His length brushes my inner thigh.
He grabs my face. “You are mine.”
I know.
With one thrust of his hips, he enters me.
I both moan and cry out from the sensation. It’s both pleasurable and painful.
Finn, of course, shows my body no mercy. He drives his cock all the way inside of me until he’s fully seated into me. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct.
He looks down at me with so much hunger. I know I just gave up the one last part of me that was truly mine. Finn has it now and there’s no going back.
“Do you like this?” he asks, rolling his hips around. It sends a flare of pain and pleasure through me. How that’s possible, I will never know.
“I hate you,” I whisper.
“No you don’t.” He lowers his lips to my ear. “You’re my bad girl. You wanted this for days. Now take it.” He thrusts harder into me. I almost choke on my own saliva.
“Finn.”
“Don’t be scared, princess. Fucking is natural. Just give in to it.” He continues to thrust in and out of me, rocking and rolling his hips around. He’s touching my inner walls from all angles. I never thought I could be this filled up.
I want to be good at this. I want to show him I’m not afraid. I want to have power.
So, I begin to move my hips, learning how to match his pace.
My body undulates. Pants start to escape my lips.
Being this close, skin to skin, chest to chest, with Finn is intoxicating.
I don’t want to leave this bubble with him because to leave it would be to face the consequences of my actions.
What we’re doing isn’t rape. It’s completely consensual.
Dante and my father would be so ashamed of me if they found out.
Suddenly, Finn pulls out of me and flips me onto my stomach and raises my hips up.
“What are you doing?” I ask. It’s this combination of fear and excitement that makes all of this so thrilling.
“I’m making you mine.” He grabs my hips and thrusts right back into me. In this new position, I can feel him even deeper. I can’t stop myself: I moan.
Finn fucks me from behind like I’m an animal. It’s degrading. It’s also making me more turned on than I’ve ever been.
I roll my hips back. I need to have some say in this. He doesn’t get to dictate everything that happens between us.
“God, you feel so good around my cock,” he growls, grinding his hips against mine and sinking his cock deeper into me. I gasp and clench the bedsheets.
“I want to look at you.”
“I’m in charge here, princess,” he says into my ear as he leans over my body.
“No. I want to see you.”
“Just take it like the bad girl you are. Let me fuck you.”
I gasp again when his cock brushes against a part of me I never knew existed. It’s so much pleasure, I almost come right here and now.
I buck my hips back. “You do not get to treat me like this. Show me some respect.”
“Fucking you doggy style isn’t disrespecting you, princess. It’s just showing you another way to fuck.”
I’m going to be in charge in this moment. I need to be.
I use all my strength to surge forward and roll onto my back. “I want to look at you.”
Finn smirks. “Ok, princess.” He grips my legs and places my ankles around his shoulders.
Then he thrusts back into me.
I know I’m going to be sore from this. I know I’m never going to be the same after this. Not because I won’t be a virgin any longer but because Finn will have been the one to take my virginity. I will never be able to forget that.
This act ties us together forever.
Finn plunges his cock into me. From this new angle, I can feel him in a different way. It’s more pleasurable and doesn’t hurt as much as when I was on my knees.
I try to move my own hips but in this position, I just have to let Finn take control. That’s fine. I got my way. I wanted to look him in the eye as he claimed me. I deserve this.
“What would your father think of you now?”
“Don’t talk about him,” I growl. “Just take me.”
He thrusts into me harder and I gasp. “To know his baby girl is getting fucked by a man like me.”
The cut on his arm is bleeding, dripping blood onto the mattress. It seeps down to his hand where he grips my thigh, leaving behind a blood stain on my skin. It’s disgusting but right now, I don’t care.
“Shut up,” I say. “Do you want to turn me off right now?”
He smirks. “Touch your breasts. Play with them.”
My hands find my breasts; my thumbs brush over my nipples. They’re so sensitive, I can barely touch them.
Every thrust of Finn’s hips sends me to new heights. It hurts but I want more and more and more.
His pace starts to become more frantic.
He drops my legs back around his hips and leans over me until our chests are touching. We’re so close we could kiss but I don’t dare bridge the gap between us. Kissing would be too intimate. It would be too loving.
“I need you to come for me screaming my name,” he says.
“Scream my name and I might scream yours.”
“So feisty, princess. I love it.” He grinds his hips down harder against mine. I’m powerless to stop the pleasure coursing through me.
I grab the back of his shoulders and dig my fingers into his skin. He hisses, picking up his pace.
In this position, I can arch my hips and bring them closer to his. I have a say in this too. I will not just be some innocent maid being claimed by the evil demon. I will have my release just as much as he will.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he says into my ear. I moan. The fact that Finn has this much power over me is something I don’t want to even think about.
He begins to slow down his hips, rocking them around, so his erection is pressing more into the sides of me than sinking deeper into me.
My hands find his chest and run over his hard muscles. He’s sexy too. That’s something I will never tell him out loud.
“Come for me, princess. I know you want to. Don’t hold back.”
A flare of pleasure spikes through my entire body. I’m sore and tired and fatigued and yet, I don’t want this to stop.
My orgasm has been building and building and building inside of me since we started this. Finn is now granting me permission to let go.
I want to say ‘fuck him’ and tell him I’ll come in my own time and not on his terms but right now, all I want is my release.
“Tell me you’re mine.” Thrust. “Tell me.” Thrust. “I’ll let you come then.” Thrust.
I grab his face. “I’ll come when I’m ready. Not when you tell me too.”
“Just say it, princess. I need to hear it.” There’s a vulnerability in Finn’s voice. I rarely ever hear him like this. He’s opening himself up to me.
I need to do the same.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. I tighten my legs around his hips and grind myself against him. Friction is what I need.
“Finn,” I gasp out, clutching his back. “I need to…”
“Tell me you’re mine. And then you can come.” He runs his lips along my neck. “Tell me.”
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
To tell Finn this would be to change me forever.
And then he says something I never thought I would hear him say. “Please, princess.” There’s a desperation in his voice. He needs this as much as I do.
“I’m yours,” I cry out right as my orgasm takes me for a second time.
Finn lets out a loud groan right as he comes inside of me. The sight of him trembling and panting and looking so open is scary. It means that Finn isn’t completely evil. He has the capacity to show me his vulnerable self.
It makes me care for him even more.
He pulls out of me and flops onto the bed. We both stare at the ceiling, breathing hard as we catch our breath. I just gave myself to him in a blinding fire of passion.
I feel completely different and yet the same.
Then I feel something wet on my inner thighs. Blood.
I sit up and touch my skin, my fingers coming back red. “Finn?”
He looks at my bloody fingers before he smirks. “Guess I took you hard then.”
He literally made me bleed for him. Our marriage has now been cemented in blood. It’s a binding even I can’t break.
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“Want me to join?” he asks.
I do and I don’t. If I invite Finn to join me, it will just bring us closer. If he weren’t trying to kill Dante, then I would welcome it. Finn is handsome and strangely charming and possessive and willing to fight for me.
But he still wants Dante dead and I don’t know how to process that.
“I just need a minute,” I finally say.
The moment I’m in the shower, I feel my body fully relax. The blood and semen on my inner thighs washes away. Finn claimed me with all of his power.
I need to claim him with my own power.
But right now, my body needs a break.
Finn asked me what my father would think of me if he saw me right now. He would be ashamed. I know it. He would say that I should have been better to resist the temptation that is Finn.
My father would forgive me, I know. He has a softness in him that makes him able to forgive people who have wronged him.