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It was night again in a foreign land surrounded by people who didn't want me there. Ilay had left the academy early to tend to his shit which I wasn't interested in. Maybe he had gone out to get laid given his nature.
This meant that I had to deal with the prying eyes and mouths at the academy by myself for the rumor he had caused. I also had to come back to this grand house alone and walk amongst the wolves.
After a shower, I came down to kill time by walking around the house. The servants didn't show any hostility towards me but didn't offer their friendly smiles either.
Did I have the power to fire them as I wished? I'd have to ask Ilay about it when he came back.
I took some time to appreciate the art all over the walls, noting just how delicate and intricate the patterns were.
The love for art must have been a family thing given how much the painting which Ilay bought me had cost.
Gawd! They had so much money to squander.
Couldn't they just pour all the extra cash into my bank account and let me live the rest of my life in perfect harmony?
I sighed to myself, reality reminding me that there was nothing that'd come for free.
The next room I walked into was oddly dark but the curtains were drawn. The air smelled so familiar. It had the scents of two humans entwined in the most natural way, much like how it smelled when Ilay made me watch him fuck his mates.
Upon walking in, the low feminine moans became audible, and so did the creaking of a piece of furniture.
I froze on my feet, falling into a dilemma, whether to leave or stay. I was certain that this wasn't a bedroom, so whoever was fucking here had no right to curse at me.
Finally, I regained power over my limbs as my deteriorated moral sense told me to keep walking.
Without any fear or hesitation, I flipped the switch on, and weak golden light flooded every part of the room.
The neatly placed couches faced a curved glass table, the classy chandelier hanging low, and the counter to the right side of the room which held a cabinet full of cups and glasses. It looked like a tea room or one Ilay would use to fuck his sluts.
And fucking he was, right on top of a wooden table placed against the west wall. Ilay's eyes met mine, and so did the girl he had pinned down on the table. A look of terror filled them before she tried scurrying from under Ilay.
I didn't even feel hurt or anything deep. Just amused by how he was fucking in such a public place. But then again, he never gave a fuck about being seen or anyone's opinion of him.
"Wanna join?" He teased with a proud smirk as he railed into the girl.
I rolled my eyes dismissively and turned to leave when he suddenly boomed, "Don't dare leave!"
I whirled around to glare at him. "Why don't you focus on what you're doing, hm?"
Reacting to my words, I saw Ilay's face twist into a venomous frown that was enough to send terror into anyone.
I was once again reminded that even though we had shared a few light moments, I was still under his thumb and he could crush me like a bug. In his eyes, I was a plaything meant to obey his every word lest I lose a limb or my life entirely.
The beast pulled himself away from the girl, his scowl never leaving my face.
Naked, Ilay walked towards me, giving me quite a sight of his bulged veins running down his arms and even on his...dick.
He looked better than any model or porn star I had seen on the internet, and the serious expression he had on was hot as fuck. I ogled secretly while also dreading his next move.
Ilay was unpredictable, which made him even more dangerous.
Without even realizing it, I came face to face with the monster of a human. A beautiful monster cause God was certainly feeling generous when creating him.
My eyes were mixed with a bit of fear and cowardly courage. Did I think I could take this giant down? Hell no.
I wasn't stupid to be so delusional.
If he swung his fist, he'd easily send me flying in the air a mile away, the walls couldn't hold me.
"You just talked back huh?" He asked, his tone bearing a murderous tinge like the one in his blue eyes.
I wanted to say something but words fled my mouth to drown in my stomach while leaving my throat dry and itchy.
He was scary. There was no denying it.
His aura was terrifying, yet his face was so attractive. Was I getting pulled into his dark soul by his beautiful face?
If he had been a normal guy from a normal family with a normal job, I'd have thrown myself at him, my dignity be hanged.
He scoffed and I foolishly thought that he'd let it go but gasped when he suddenly attacked my throat with his right hand.
"Then I have no choice but you make you stay!" Ilay hissed before his left hand cupped the back of my head. Without alerting me, he brought his lips down on mine and kissed the shit out of them as I scuffled to push him away. Which was futile in every way but I just wanted to make myself feel better.
My muffled protest was further silenced by Ilay's tongue as it searched for mine in what would have been a passionate kiss had we been in love.
Once he had his fill, he dragged me to the couches by the hand in my hair and tossed my body on one of them like a ragdoll. I yelped hitting the soft surface, thinking that it was the end of his forceful actions. But another wave of shock hit me when he grabbed my pants and pulled them down my ass until they were completely off of me.
I grew numb for a few seconds as my mind screamed, 'he's gonna fuck me tonight. He's gonna do it right now? In front of a stranger?'
"Stop!" I cried fighting back while throwing my legs in the air to kick him.
"Be still!" Ilay roared and his large hand smacked its palm on my left cheek, immediately generating stinging tears in my eyes.
His slap paralyzed me while emptying the thoughts from my mind.
I had been slapped. And it stung so badly.
He was spreading my legs. And I was crying staring at the ceiling.
Was he going to...rape me?
At this point, I didn't even know what to do anymore. If I dared fight back, he would hit me again.
I shut my eyes and submitted myself to my horrid fate, tears streaming down my face uglily.
"That's a good girl," he whispered in my ear and then licked it. I flinched at the intrusion but didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to see his lustful savage side as he took me.
While Ilay's mouth teased my ear by licking and nibbling my earlobe, another warm mouth buried itself in my pussy as two gentle hands attached themselves to my thighs.
My head jerked as I gasped but Ilay's hand moved fast and covered my eyes as if he didn't want me to see what was being done to me. "You're adorable when you cry. You should cry more often for me."
I wished I could scream a curse at him yet was afraid of the consequences. I could only swallow my pride along with my rage.
"Now, make use of this while you're being taken care of," he whispered kissing my neck while his hand picked up mine and directed it to his wet cock which still had a condom on.
In one gentle stroke, our hands slid off the condom, exposing his hard shaft to my grip.
Up and down, Ilay guided my hand as if showing me how he wanted it.
"Good girl," he praised taking back the hand on my face.
As I tried to follow his lead, something wet and hot was pushed into my pussy.
I gasped out loud, clenched my thighs on the girl eating me up, and simultaneously grasped Ilay's cock like a pole.
He instantly let out a low but deep grunt that trembled in my chest.