Chapter 19
Chapter 19
The mirror reflected the terrified girl staring back at me. The soft white nightgown hugged my body, stopping below my knees. My curls were loose and wavy, falling down my back. Tears burned my eyes, the rushing fear making me dizzy and nauseous, knowing I was going to lose my virginity.
“Mister De Los Santos asks that you join him for dinner.”
I lost track of how long it had been since Naira delivered the message.
I spent the rest of the day hiding, ensuring to stay clear from him. No matter how nice he was trying to make this, masking it behind a romantic evening in the garden, it wouldn't cover the truth of tonight.
This was rape.
I wouldn't sit across from him and pretend. If he wanted me to spread my legs, he would have to come to me. It was juvenile, stupid even, to make him angry, not knowing the degree of his temper, but there wasn’t much more he could take from me.
The distinct earthy aroma of cigars wafted in the air, mixing with the breeze wrapping around me. My body stiffened when the bedroom door opened. Meroveo moved quietly for someone of his stature, swallowing the air around him with his presence.
He walked towards an open window, his movements unhurried, as he lit a cigar, the ember glowing faintly in the dark. I kept my outer appearance calm, sitting on the bed, keeping a passive look on my face, steadying my breathing as I waited in silent agony for his next move. It felt like an eternity before he spoke, the bass of his smooth voice.
“Come here, " he ordered gently, his measuring gaze intense and unwavering, flickering over my exposed skin. I couldn't move. I refused to obey him.
He lifted an eyebrow at my denial. The whisps of the pungent smoke touched my skin, and his sensual mouth curved slowly into a smile. His soft chuckle sent chills up and down my body, my heart beating almost painfully in my chest, as he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned muscular chest.
I looked down, embarrassed, and wished he would stop this deliberate cruelty—this slow game of wolf and lamb. I lifted my head, meeting his ruthless and alluring gaze.
"I said come here, Dove," he ordered again softly, refusing to let me look away. "Don't make this hard, brujita. You will only be denying yourself." His smile was predatory and threatening.
I slowly rose, trembling, but didn't move, feeling dizzy with fear.
He was in front of me in straightforward strides, pulling me up and into his body in one swift movement, grabbing my chin so that I could look nowhere but into the unfathomable darkness in his eyes.
My breath hitched as his fingers spread behind the back of my neck with light pressure.
“I won’t tolerate disobedience from you, brujita,” he continued, rubbing my bottom lip sensuously with a rough, calloused thumb.
“This will be a traditional marriage,” he spoke, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I will provide for you, protect you with my life, and in turn, you will be the lady of my house and the mother of my children.” I couldn't breathe as I swallowed my rage, tears misting my eyes, unable to form words.
“I’m a simple man. I enjoy good tobacco, a cup of coffee in the morning, a good meal, and now,” he paused, his lips inches away from mine, his hand touching the curls of my hair affectionately.
“You in my bed," he whispered huskily above my ear. The pressure of his fingers pressing more into my skin, the primitive possession of his words blazing in his eyes.
“If any man dares to touch you or look at you in a way I don’t like,” he warned calmly, his voice low and sensual.“I will kill him like I should have that boy, but I spared him for you, a kindness I will never offer again.”
He said with a smile that would shame the devil.
“Undress,” he ordered, stepping back, stripping me with hungry eyes.
"Please," I begged in a broken whisper, shivering, trying one last time to spare myself from the inevitable, but the unrelenting look in his eyes dispelled any dying hope I had left.
I couldn’t challenge him any longer. He was done waiting.
With trembling fingers and a shaky breath, I pulled down the white lace straps from my shoulders, stifling a scream as I felt the cool air on my naked breasts. My upper body was exposed to his hungry eyes, the nightgown settling at the top of my hips.
“All of it, " he commanded, his eyes slowly devouring my body with satisfaction, taking in the rise and fall of my chest, tracing over the curve of my neck. The heat in his eyes flickered like embers, the fire behind them growing with every passing second.
I slowly lowered the rest of the gown, too afraid to do anything else, feeling the material slide past my legs.I refused to take off my panties, the shame burning as I tried and failed to cover myself, a hand across my chest while cupping my most vulnerable place.
“Beautiful," he rasped, slowly circling around me like a predator. "Look at me,” he demanded, drawing me closer to him.
“Tell me,” he drew his finger, parting my bottom lip. His stern expression softened as it settled on my mouth. "Who do you belong to?” he whispered against my ear, the touch of his hands burning my skin.
I stood stiffly, struggling with the words he wanted to hear.
“You,” I answered, my heart beating painfully, tears falling from my face with the shameful admission.
“My name,” he demanded in a low, husky whisper, his fingers brushing my skin in a mockery of tenderness.
“Meroveo,” I whispered, not recognizing my own voice. Everything about him overwhelmed me. His slow caresses made me dizzy. It wasn't just his strength or the intoxicating scent of spiced leather and rich earth but the blatant ownership of his touch.
He closed the gap between us, invading my mouth with a carnal kiss. His lips parted mine, demanding, tasting me, tilting my head, guiding me, his possession complete. I could taste the smooth whisky and minty cigar as his tongue stroked my own.
Teaching me how a man kisses a woman, a forbidden ache licking at the most secret part of me mortified at the growing heat in my body.
His kiss was like a sweet poison. Confused and conflicted, I held on to his muscled forearms, wanting his touch to feel sickening, but it never did. Rough hands slid to my hips, stroking my skin up and down, honey-liquid warmth spread in my veins, curling low in my belly and thighs.
A strong hand shifted my curls to the side, exposing my shoulder as he left a single searing kiss on my neck. Gently sucking the skin, I whimpered, but it wasn’t from any pain.
"Why are you still fighting it?" he whispered, amused, his lips on my neck, then to my ear. The pure heat of his body radiated behind me, gasping as he began to caress and squeeze me from behind.
He didn't wait for my answer, holding me firmly by the waist. His hands touching, squeezing, rubbing as if my body was his right to claim.
“So soft,” he praised. I froze at the feeling of the large protruding mass at my back. I gasped, understanding what it was.
Meroveo’s hand laid possessively across my quivering belly, touching the sensitive underside of my breast and sliding up to the peaks of my nipples. His hands slid over my chest, gently caressing and touching me. The unconscionable intimacy of his forced exploration and the teasing bites that turned into kisses on my neck made it hard to stand his violent and sensual assault. His touch was brutally tender with every stroke and caress.
I tried to hold back a moan, butting my lips to contain the lude and embarrassing sounds, his sinful control making it harder to stop the pleas from leaving my mouth.
“No.” He growled into my ear, biting down on my earlobe and kissing my neck again. “I want to hear you, Dove. Every moan, every cry, all your pleasure, all your pain, it belongs to me.”
I tried to protest but was drowning in weakness to the wicked sensations awakening in my body under his coercive touch.
“Pretend, brujita," he teased cruelly as his hand moved its way inside my panties, his fingers invading the wet curls, brutal, gentle fingers rubbing my pearl. I tried to keep my thighs shut, but he was too strong.
“Open for me,” the darkness strained in his voice, confusingly warming my belly. And I had no choice, not from him or my trembling impulses. The sweet, pulsing desire was too much. I wanted him to touch me. I needed the burning ache to be soothed somehow. The sweet, pulsing desire was too much.
"You like this," he whispered, touching my flesh, rubbing so sweetly, and I couldn't stop the moans as his fingers slid against my wet lips, over and over.
“Never,” I whispered, trying to deny what we both knew, giving in to the delirious sensations, holding onto him as a strong pull began to fill me.
The burning ecstasy he commanded from my body reached a feverish pitch. My legs trembled more with each stroke and kiss as I shamelessly leaned back into him, needing a release.
“You’re a bad liar.” He chuckled in my ear, rolling and pressing the nub in between my seeping flesh. I could feel the slickness on his fingers as my hips slowly undulated, losing myself to the ache that was building inside of me.
“Please,” I whimpered, pushing into his hands, needing relief, my nails digging desperately into his back.Impossible for me to deny the addicting pleasure his cruel touch welcomed on my skin.
“Please, what, brujita?” He teased cruelly, swirling his finger, my cheeks burning shamefully.
“I - I don’t know.” I pleaded in desperation to stop what his wicked fingers were doing.
“Give in to me,” he whispered, his voice deep and otherworldly, whispering like the devil, my terror twisting into aroused helpless submission with the final stroke against my swollen pearl.
My voice ripped out into the night, my body coming down from the euphoric high of pleasure, the blood singing in my veins.
“Good girl,” he praised, lifting me up as if I weighed nothing, holding me to his chest as he lowered my sated body to the bed on my back.
My skin was sensitive to his touch, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment as he stood to remove the rest of his clothes.
He looked so menacing, making me feel like a lamb about to be eaten. I looked up and down at his powerful, toned body, seeing the thick, protruding mass standing to full attention.
I was terrified. I didn't want this.
“Please don't.” I tried pulling the sheets over my body, knowing that denying him was dangerous.
“No?” he questioned, raising that eyebrow threateningly, a wicked smirk on his lips.
“It won’t…how…No,” I said, unable to find the right words and not backing down.I knew that sex was supposed to be painful the first time, and although I had nothing to compare it to…it wasn’t small.
Amusement bristled in his eyes as he laughed loud and deep, its richness vibrating inside me.
I tried to creep my way up the bed to escape the inevitable, but he grabbed me by the ankles, pulling me down the bed towards him.
“No more running, Dove,”
I tried to stop him one last time, but my words were swallowed by the mind-shattering kiss he gave me.
Sucking my bottom lip, my lips swollen from his abuse, kissing me until I was breathless and shaking underneath him. He trailed down my body with burning kisses, the feeling of his silken hot mouth on my nipple, sucking, greedily taking my pleasure.
“Feel me.” He took my hand, guiding me towards his hard and firm pulsating skin. I gasped, holding my breath, feeling the damp tip.
Trembling, looking into his eyes as he moved on top of me, aware of every muscle in his toned body, pulling down my underwear, exposing all of myself to his unrelenting gaze.
“Please,” I tried one last time, my pleading falling on deaf ears.
Meroveo positioned himself in between me, my legs spread over his strained thighs, around his hips.
“Calmate,” He soothed in my ear, my body tense and rigid with anticipation, distractingly rubbing up and down his length in between my lips slowly, moistening himself.
“You're so wet, so sweet, ” he hissed. I moaned at the friction, closing my eyes, liking how my body melted into his voice - his touch. “Mine,” he said in my ear before pushing inside of me, the pleasure turning into a ripping pain that stole my voice.
He was inside of me, stretching me, filling me, open and vulnerable, fully becoming his.
“Meroveo,” I called to him in pain as he grunted above me. “Take me,” he ordered, my muscles grasping to keep his intrusion out.
“Look at me, Dove,” the pain in my moist eyes did nothing to stop his resolve. “Open your mouth,” he said, pressing two fingers on my swollen lips. “Suck,” he commanded, and I felt a new rush of moisture in between my legs. I burned, knowing that it was impossible for him not to feel it. “Again.”
I obeyed, my mouth doing as he instructed, his hands snaked down between us, the feeling of his fingers rubbing, stroking, melting me into the heated haze of painful desire.
This was too intimate.
He smirked knowingly above me.
“Good girl,” he whispered before fully encasing himself inside me, thrusting hard once, twice, three times. Our bodies joined, my pain mixing with his pleasure.
His arm was behind my neck, gripping my waist as he began to move slowly at first, letting me get used to his thick girth, my low moan surprising me.
The friction began to feel… otherworldly, the sinful feeling of him sliding in and out of me, his hips moving deeply, trapping me in his carnal gaze.
“Why?” I whispered in between his thrusts.
“Because Dove,” he growled in my ear, no longer sparing mercy, as he pumped one sharp thrust after another. I was so slick. My body was shamelessly inviting him in and out. There was no resistance left.
"I had to have you, your innocence.”His rhythm picked up with his words as obscene moans left my mouth.
It felt so good, him above me, dominating, taking me, branding my skin with his sensual possession.I was panting, my body tingling from his addicting pleasure, increasing his maddening tempo.
“Who do you belong to?” the possession in his voice mortified me even more.
“Dove,” he warned me, slowing his hips, torturing me.
“No,” I begged. Addicted to the feeling of him, my body ignored my dignity. Fighting my sanity to reach that soul-shattering peak again.
“Answer me,'' he slowly pulled out of me, the desire between us, my pride against his demand of my submission.He kept his thrust shallow, teasing me. The primal need burned in his eyes, once again demanding my submission.
“Yours.” I cried out, sobbing.
He kissed me before pushing himself back inside of me.
Lost to the sensation, his movements were no longer gentle. His powerful hips roughly claimed me. Meroveo continued to sink into me, possessing my mind, body, and soul. His name was on my lips like an unholy prayer as I lost sense of time, lost in my own pleasure.
Meroveo grunted above me, and I felt the hot burst inside of me as he slowed his movements as I held onto him, hugging his neck, my breathing heavy, my body in a hazy state of bliss.
Lifting slightly on his forearms, He looked down at me, moving a curl behind my ear. “Beautiful,” he kissed my forehead before slipping out of my body.
I gasped, feeling sore and suddenly cold without him inside me. Looking down, I closed my legs, feeling self-conscious as he walked away towards the bathroom.
He returned with a damp, warm cloth and pulled my legs open. I was horrified as he gently cleaned the blood and fluids. My virginal blood.
I tried to hide from his searching gaze, want still in his eyes, as his mouth curved wickedly.
“I'm not done with you, brujita.”He knelt before me, giving me no time to react to his forceful hands turning my body so that I was helpless on my belly, lifting my hips, exposed, giving him a complete view.
Meroveo gave me no time to orient myself, moving deep and fast inside of me. Not an ounce of gentleness in his rough movements as he thrust madly in and out, my body helpless to his domination.
Strong and virile, he moved me with little effort. With his bruising hands on my hips, he moved back and forth, sinking inside of me with a punishing and blissful rhythm. I looked back as he took what he wanted.
A man lost in passion, refusing to let me break eye contact as he slammed into me.
In a swift movement, he grabbed my waist, lifting me so I was pressed to his chest, his hand wrapped possessively around my neck.
He slowed down momentarily, biting down on my shoulder. I gasped as his fingers caressed my nipples.
The new position was more intimate, his feral growls in my ear, lowering his hand and touching the nub that had me crying, moaning his name in mangled ecstasy. My words were incoherent to my own ears. All I knew was that my sinful body wanted the sensuous release.
“So beautiful,” he smirked in my ear as our bodies undulated together. I could do nothing but follow his pace, matching his rhythm as he guided me, rocking and thrusting.
I gave myself to him. My body gave in willingly, and he took it all
I grasped his head, coming apart and shattering, the searing pleasure running through my veins. My body had fallen forward in exhaustion as I felt his pulse inside, getting fuller, his guttural groan of release above me as warmth trickled down my thighs.