Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
HALLIE
Arms wrapped around my legs, I quietly sob.
I am ashamed at the way my body betrayed me when it came to him.
I am ashamed I didn’t try harder to stop him.
He took something that wasn’t his.
I haven’t had anyone touch me before, only my own hand and it was nothing like how he touched me.
Looking across to my door, I see a shadow underneath it.
I know it’s him.
“Go away,” my voice shudders but he doesn’t listen. He lets himself into my room and closes the door softly. “Do you not listen?” I hiss, tears streaming down my face.
“Hallie…” he whispers into my room as he sits on my bed, but I recoil.
“Don’t.” I hold my hand out and shake my head.
He sits tall and I see how my words and actions mark his skin.
Well good.
Now he knows how I feel.
“Talk to me…” he whispers into the room and I inhale heavily and my chest rattles.
“You hurt me,” my voice trembles, “you took something that wasn’t yours.” My shoulders shake as tears flow down my cheeks.
“What?” the words get caught in the back of his throat.
“I’m a fucking virgin , I have never been touched and you…” I begin to shake again.
“Baby,” his voice is hushed as he leans across towards me, and as much as I want to move back, I don’t.
He crawls onto the bed, hand cupping my face and I find myself leaning into him.
“Let me make it right… I’m sorry,” he whispers as his face is close to mine, lips brushing delicately. “Please,” he begs .
I nod slowly, and I am internally screaming with myself.
“Let me love you,” he whispers, wrapping his fingers behind my knee and slowly pulling it straight. He repeats with my other leg before he lays me down on my bed. “I never meant to hurt you,” he breathes as he lays his body against mine.
“But you did.”
“And I’m sorry…” his lips are on mine as he discards my shorts down my legs, his fingers gently circling my swollen and sore clit. I tense, a hiss escaping past my teeth.
“It will only hurt for a moment…” his tentative words relax me, his lips kissing across my eye lids, my cheeks, my nose, my lips. “Do you trust me?”
And I nod.
Rage bubbles in my stomach.
I know we shouldn’t be doing this.
His lips continue their decent, wet and soft and featherlike before his lips are there .
Kissing me on my sensitive clit, kissing my inner thighs as he edges a finger into me ever so slowly.
“Let me make it better… let me kiss all the pain away.”
And again, I find all I can do is nod, inhaling deeply as he removes his finger from me and thumbs his cotton shorts down, his cock bobbing.
My eyes widen and I choke on my intake of breath.
“There is no way.”
“ Trust me.”
I nod, over and over as he lays over me. One hand curled around my knee as he pushes it towards me, the other cupping my cheek as I feel a sting, then a burn as his cock edges in, inch by inch and he squeezes his eyes shut.
“Fuck,” he groans, pushing up and looking down and he isn’t even halfway in.
Rolling his hips, he slips a little further and my back arches as a burn radiates through me.
“You’re doing so well,” his ice blues land on mine as he kisses a tear away as he breaks through my innocence with a hard thrust.
Roll.
Fuck .
Thrust.
It hurts.
Roll.
“A little bit more,” he whispers and my body dampens in sweat, my fingers clung into the bedsheets and I feel him deep inside of me. “You feel so good,” he groans as his hips begin to move, his cock slipping in and out of me gently.
“It hurts,” I admit, tense.
“Let me fuck the pain away,” he leans down and kisses me, shielding me with his body and bit by bit, he tears down my walls and strips me bare of any pain I was feeling.
A shudder of breath escapes me which has him pushing up onto his knees, his hand wrapped around the front of my knee using it as support, his greedy eyes between our bodies as he watches his cock slip in and out of my pussy.
“No wonder you felt so tight earlier,” he rasps, licking his lip. “Your virgin cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock,” he groans, his head tipping back and I watch his throat bob.
A whimper of a moan escapes me.
“Touch yourself Little Trouble, rub your clit as your step-brother fucks your cunt,” and his taboo words have my skin alight. A trembling hand skims down my clammy body and a soft finger rubs over my burning clit.
“There’s a good girl, doesn’t that feel good?” he hums, his hips moving faster, his cock hitting deeper.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Tell me when you’re going to come, tell me when you’re going to make a mess over my cock,” he whispers into the stillness of the night. “Your pussy was made for me, you’re taking me so well, the perfect virgin cunt,” he grits as his thrusts turn into pounds.
“Silas,” I breathe, eyes rolling.
Everything is heightened, my heart racing and my stomach burning. Coldness blankets my skin, my pussy aching.
“That’s it baby, such a good girl, let it all go,” he moans as his cock impales me hard and fast.
And I’m ruined.
Sobbing, my orgasm rips me into a thousand shreds and bit by bit, Silas picks them up and rebuilds me as he fills me with his own orgasm.