Camilla's pov
I was lost in my thoughts with everything that had happened today. I didn't know there was one more event waiting for me to wrap up the day.
Water ran through my body, leaving a refreshing feeling when I suddenly felt a touch on my shoulder. I almost hit him had he not grabbed me on time.
Beneath me was a feeling of a hard and long cock pressed against my clutch, emitting the warmth it had carried.
His hand suddenly found my clit and his finger inside it. I reacted instinctively by squeezing my legs together, trying to stop him from penetrating deeper. But his fingers were everywhere. It tickled as much as the message did.
It was embarrassing to think this man finally caught my vulnerability. All this time his gaze didn't leave me. I kept pressing my legs tighter, my hands trying their best to get him out of my palace but he didn't stop. The efforts were useless.
He started rubbing me, his hands stroking my clit over and over again. His breathing was far from a normal one and his body emitted more heat.
I was doomed.
I gasped when he inserted two more fingers on me. I cried.
"Marcus. Marcus. Please, stop," I sobbed and made an attempt to push him but he was too strong. His level of strength was far more than I had ever seen from him. His three fingers continued to set fire to my clit.
"No! Marcus!" I yelled and pushed my hand to his chest as hard as I could, pushing him away.
Another sudden movement occurred when he carried me around his waist, pulling my leg to straddle his hip. He led us to the wall, pressing my back against it with a shower tap pouring us its water.
Right at this moment, he was a man of action. Not a single word was uttered since he came to the bathroom.
His hand took hold of my thighs, the tip of his cock already at my entrance.
His grip tightened and he lowered himself to kiss my neck, sucking on my skin softly.
"Please, Marcus...don't..." I begged.
But he didn't listen. His length finally filled me in. The moment he'd been waiting for, the moment I hoped would never come. I bit my lip, trying to prevent my scream from escaping my throat, my eyes squeezed tightly.
His thrusts were painful. Every single movement caused me pain. My muscles burned.
The sound of water flowing around us was almost deafening as our bodies rubbed against each other.
His lips parted as he closed his eyes in pleasure, looking like he was going insane. His grip on my thigh loosened and he pushed his hand further, burying his cock deep within me.
"Marcus, stop. Please slow down!" I cried.
He refused to listen. He began thrusting harder and faster, making me feel dizzy from all the motion.
My eyes shot open. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. This wasn't right. I didn't like this nor was I ready for it. It was so unthoughtful to gift a violent man such a huge tool for punishment.
Despite being a virgin my whole life till a moment ago, I could still sense his cock being too unbearable even for a woman who has seven kids born out of her walls.
The only thing I hoped was he would finish soon but even that was denied. The more time went the harder he got into me and it crushed every bit of my inside. The pain was too much to the point I felt dizzy.
His cock began pulsating faster, filling me fully with his seed. The feeling was so intense that tears filled my eyes. The seeds that I felt were once itchy, now caused pain as my walls felt like they were bruised
It was unbearable. I felt the world spinning around me and I could no longer keep my eyes open.
"I didn't know you were this sweet," He said between his pants, "Tonight, I'm gonna fuck you until the morning comes,"
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My eyes shot open. The pain hit my walls as my senses were back to a real world. A world which in one day, I was ducked passionately by a gardener and harshly by my husband.
Yesterday was a nightmare. My heart was in no state to make my mind think. When Marcus said he'd fuck me till morning came, he wasn't joking.
He wasn't even bothered that I became dry. He had a lot of lubricant and when he applied then, I felt my life kissing the earth good bye. My clit was so slippery and he slid right in like a knife sliding in butter.
The most painful moment came when he'd slide his whole bed in and would press himself even more and then stay like that for a while. He seemed to enjoy it too much to the point he made louder groans.
Now I knew what I was facing. And it was terrifying.
I tilted my head and found out it was only me lying on the bed. I took my phone from the bed and realised it was already ten in the morning. God! I never slept till this late my entire life! But then, I never slept that late either.
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When I did it with Juan, the pain turned to pleasure. It was my first time having such a moment yet he did it so perfectly that I felt a slight fire that ignited more desires. A need for our bare flesh to feel each other's warmth again.
"Ahhh," Then followed a hiss which was caused by urine touching my system which seemed to have bruises. The flow of the liquid was what made it worse to the point I battled to hold it in. With several glasses of water that I drank yesterday, the moment of pain got longer.
Aside from the temporary kind of pain, I felt non-stop fire that mercilessly burned and reddened my flesh. And lastly, walking was yet another battle and today, more than any other day, the hours were passing so fast. In the blink of an eye, it was already four in the evening.
My heart couldn't keep at ease no matter what I did. I couldn't even walk around as much so I just placed my delicate body on the bed.
The sound of a text message drove me out of my thoughts for a moment. My heart flattered at the name that appeared on the phone.
Alejandro,
'Hello'
Something as simple as that left a small smile on my face. It disappeared as I remembered everything that had happened after our little meeting.
God, it was only a few days ago that I talked to him yet it felt like weeks. I didn't even get to think or blush at how romantic and gentleman he was.
'Hi'
I replied. The scene started playing in front of my eyes. The beautiful room that one would disagree if she had not known it was part of the hospital.
A flower on the only table that was in, a man of his qualities being the mastermind behind such a romantic moment. Those green eyes were the only thing that was too different from Juan, yet they managed to melt my heart.
Now that I saw his texts again, I was reminded of how his presence controlled the beats of my heart. Once sure that my heart had choosen Juan, now not so sure.
And it didn't matter. I was married to the devil.
Speak of the devil, and there be was. My eyes went wide. How could he be back so early?