Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
Soren pushes me to lay on the grass, his lips never leaving my throat. Everything is hazy, and a part of me can’t believe I’m letting this happen. He’s holding my hands pinned above my head with one hand, his other hand slowly unzipping my pants.
The movement is slow, and it’s driving me insane. My heart feels like it’s about to burst from all the excitement and the nervousness that I don’t think will vanish anytime soon. The bastard knows how to push my buttons and how to make me squirm.
This shouldn’t be happening now, or ever.
Yet here I am, a willing participant in this game of madness. And there will never be a winner, only two torn, broken souls that will ruin each other beyond any reason, beyond repair.
His hand slips into my underwear, his thick fingers parting my labia. It provokes a moan out of me, and the moment he touches my clit, my mind gets fuzzy. My eyes close, and his teeth sink deeper into my neck, leaving a deep bruised mark.
“Soren,” I breathe out, and the bastard chuckles against my skin. His fingers rub my clit, and the longer he’s teasing me, the wetter I become, until I’m certain this pair of underwear can just be thrown away.
“Yes, Princess?”
His deep voice causes shivers to run down my spine, goosebumps to prickle all over my skin, and for a moment, I forget that we’re in the woods of the camp, where anyone could see us if they tried.
“I’ll bash your skull in.”
A smirk tugs on the corners of his lips, and he looks at me like I’m his last meal. “Yet, you’re not pushing me off, and you’re not telling me to stop. Which says everything I need to know, really.”
His middle finger dips inside of me, drawing out something between a moan and a whimper from me. Soren’s free hand comes to roughly unzip the jacket and to tear the long-sleeved shirt underneath, right down the middle.
“You’ll pay for those,” I hiss, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest.
His eyes are glued to my chest, and they darken a shade. Desire radiates off him, and when he picks up the pace with his finger, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fucking hell,” Soren groans. “I fucking love your tits. Had I known they’re this pretty, trust me, I would’ve fucked them a long time ago.”
I don’t have the chance to respond because he dips his head down, sucking on my chest right above the bra line. My back arches, and he continues to pump his finger in and out of me at a quicker pace, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of my chest.
Soren tugs down on my bra until my breasts spill free, and if he didn’t look feral up until this point, he sure as hell is looking feral right now. He takes my breast into his mouth, stuffing it as much as possible, and sucking.
His tongue darts out, swirling around my nipple, and it’s now that I realize how sensitive my breasts actually are. Soren sucks desperately, deep groans falling off his lips, his free hand squeezing the other one, rolling my aching nipple between his fingers.
Something starts building in the pit of my stomach, and I feel myself starting to breathe more heavily. Soren releases my breast with a loud pop, then pulls his finger out of me, drawing a soft whimper from me.
“Oh, don’t worry, Princess,” he smirks. “I’m not done with you.”
A normal man would’ve undone the button and zipper on my pants and then pulled them down. He’d probably take off my underwear, too. But not this bastard. He grips my hips and pulls them upward, my ass resting on his thighs, legs up in the sky.
He grabs the hem of my pants and rips them. He tears through the material right where my pussy is, and he doesn’t waste a single second before he rips my underwear, too.
The cold air causes me to shiver, and my pussy gets wetter. For a moment, Soren doesn’t say a single fucking word. His eyes are glued to the spot where I’m exposed, and then, his tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip.
“Well,” his gravelly voice makes me tremble, his eyes never looking up. “This is the most perfect pussy I have ever seen.”
My cheeks heat up, the pink shade deepening. He flicks his eyes to meet my gaze, his fingers slowly parting my labia. He groans when he drags his finger all over my slit, before taking the finger in his mouth. “You taste as you look, Princess. Sweet and addictive.”
“Soren,” I breathe out.
“Yes?”
I bite my lip, the words not forming in my mind. There are a million things I want to ask, to tell him, but my mind’s too fuzzy, and too foggy. Slowly, I look down as he unbuckles his belt, pulling his cock out.
He’s hard as a rock, the tip slick with his precum. He wraps his hand around the base, giving it a couple of long strokes. It’s definitely on the thicker side, and around nine fucking inches.
My eyes go wide when something shiny hits my line of vision. I didn’t notice it that night because I couldn’t see him, but the bastard has the tip of his cock pierced. Holy fucking shit.
“That thing won’t fit in me.”
“I’ll make it fit, Princess, don’t you worry.”
He pushes my legs apart and crawls on top of me, his lips attacking my chest again. The tip of his cock pushes against my pussy, his precum mixing with my juices, smearing it all around.
Out of all the ways I could lose my virginity, it just had to be the most unhygienic one.
He’s teasing me, pressing the tip against my entrance, without actually pushing in. Soren sucks on my breasts, feasting on them, deep groans coming from his throat. My hands fist at my side, dirt getting under my fingernails. The anticipation is reaching its peak, slowly killing me on the inside.
He pushes his hips forward, the tip entering me, and he stays like that. His body starts shaking, and he’s struggling to hold back from fucking me like a wild animal in heat. Instead, he lifts his head to meet my gaze.
“I’ll ruin you, Sophia,” he promises. “I’ll make sure my cock is the only one that will ever be able to make you come. I’ll make you addicted, and you’ll be entirely at my mercy.”
My mouth parts to respond, but in one swift motion, he thrusts inside of me, and bites my shoulder at the same time. His palm comes to cover my mouth as I scream, feeling the discomfort suddenly overwhelm me. Truth be told, the worst part is him biting me — that fucking hurts.
“Shh, Princess,” Soren whispers against my skin, giving me a couple of moments to adjust to the fucking thick rod he calls a dick. “I’ve got you.”
Soren pulls back enough to part my legs, watching at the spot we’re connected.
He’s buried to the hilt, and a look of pure satisfaction flashes in his eyes when he sees the blood smeared on my inner thighs.
He rubs his thumb over my inner thighs, then does the most deranged thing I’ve ever seen him do.
He sucks the blood off his thumb.
“What the—”
His hand clasps around my mouth again, and he leans in.
He doesn’t start slowly — of course, he doesn’t.
Soren starts thrusting into me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
The feeling of him stretching me out to accommodate his size, the feeling of his piercing hitting that sweet spot inside me, makes my vision blur a little.
“How does it feel, Princess?” Soren taunts, his voice a mere whisper in my ear. “How does it feel to bleed for the man you hate? How does it feel to be fucked in the woods like a pathetic little slut by the man you want dead?”
A deep moan slips past my lips, and it makes Soren groan.
He picks up the pace, his lips yet again attaching to my breasts.
The man’s obsessed with them, it seems. While he’s sucking on one, he’s using his hand to squeeze, grope, and tease my nipple, the other one reaching between our bodies to rub my clit.
“Soren!” His name falls from my lips like a sweet prayer, my hands clawing at his back over the shirt he’s wearing. His muscles tense for a moment, and he picks up the pace, slamming his cock into me.
“That’s it, Princess,” he encourages. “Let me hear you moan my name. Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”
“You—”
“You, what?” He cuts me off, pulling back to look at me. His eyes have gone almost completely pitch black, the feral look in his eyes terrifying me to my bones. Yet, it causes my stomach to do a backflip. “You bastard?”
“Yes,” I groan.
“Well, the bastard’s fucking your sweet cunt, and I promise you, Sophia, I’m going to fill you to the brim.”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp, tugging on the ends of his hair at the nape.
“Oh, I would, and I will. I’ll breed your sweet cunt time and time again, until I’ve made a permanent mark on you, Princess.”
He shuts me up with a deep, maddening kiss. His hand comes to squeeze my throat as he continues to fuck into me like a brutal beast, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the surroundings. The cold air around us no longer bothers me; the heat of our bodies overwhelming me.
He continues to hit that sweet spot inside me, and the familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach almost bursts. I’m almost there, and I can’t believe that I let this man be the first one to fuck me and to bring me to an orgasm.
“Soren,” I gasp into the kiss, and he takes the opportunity to bite down on my bottom lip. It’s not as rough as the time in Colton’s office, but hard enough to send a message. “I’m close.”
“Are you?” He murmurs. “Beg.”
“What?”
“Beg for me to let you come, sweetheart. Otherwise, I’ll stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I whine, my nails digging into the skin on his nape.
“Then, beg.”
I swallow and debate whether or not to give myself to him. But he switches tactics, his thrusting becoming more violent, deeper, and rougher. It’s enough to teeter me on the edge, to make me lose my mind. So, the pride seems to vanish, my body trembling beneath him.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please let me come, Soren.”
He chuckles. “I can’t hear you.”
“Please, let me come,” I scream out, and something sadistic comes over his features. A wicked gleam in his eyes, a dark, disturbing smirk pulls on his lips, and my heart starts hammering against my ribcage furiously.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, then leans to kiss me. “Come on my cock, Princess. Come apart for me.”
His words of encouragement are all I need. In an instant, I’m screaming out his name, feeling the burning ache in my lungs. My walls clamp down on him when the orgasm hits me, and I allow shameless, deep moans to fall from my lips.
“Fuck,” he mutters through the kiss, slamming into me one last time. He groans loudly, emptying himself deep inside of me, and holding me in place to ensure every single drop of his cum is in me.
He doesn’t pull out, instead, he rests his forehead against mine, eyes closed. Our breathing matches — labored, rough, and neither of us seems to find the words to say.
It doesn’t matter anyway, because tomorrow, when we go back to the Academy, both of us will pretend this never happened.