In a swift motion, Nicholas spun Lana around and pressed her against the wall, his body a hard line of heat against her back.
"You're a fighter, aren't you?" he purred, his breath warm against her ear.
"That's why I want you. But you will learn, my dear, that resistance is futile."
With one hand, he gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place, while the other hand slid down her body, tracing the curves of her hips.
Lana's heart hammered in her chest as she felt Nicholas's hand move lower, his fingers grazing the hem of her skirt.
"I like this," he murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper in her ear.
"You're so innocent, so untainted. But not for long."Lana shivered, a chill running down her spine at his words.
She felt like a rabbit caught in a hunter's trap, her fate sealed by her own helplessness.
With a smooth, fluid motion, Nicholas lifted the skirt, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs to his touch.
The room seemed to grow colder as Nicholas's hand slid higher, his fingers tracing the outline of her panties.
"Such delicate skin," he said, his voice a low, rumbling growl.
"I wonder if it's as soft as it looks."Lana's breath caught in her throat, her body tensing as she felt his hand cup her.He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
"You're trembling," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Don't be afraid. I promise, it will only last for a moment."
And then, in a sudden, swift movement, Nicholas tore the panties from her body, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze.
"So beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her curves like a predator surveying its prey.
"And all mine."Lana squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the shame and fear that threatened to overwhelm her.
But it was no use. She could feel his gaze like a physical touch, his desire for her a palpable force in the air.
With a rough, possessive movement, Nicholas pressed his hips against her, grinding against her exposed flesh.
"Feel that?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
"That's what you do to me. You drive me wild."Lana bit her lip, fighting back the tears that stung her eyes.
She could feel him pressing against her, his desire a heavy weight against her skin.
"Please," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. "Don't do this."
But Nicholas only laughed, his lips curving into a cruel smile.
"Oh, sweetheart, you mine now," he whispered, his voice like silk and steel.
"And I will take what I want from you. Your body, your soul, your very breath. And you will learn to love it."
With a fierce movement, he lifted her up, her back still pressed against the wall, and carried her towards the bed.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice a harsh command.
"Say that you belong to me."Lana hesitated, her heart racing in her chest.
"No," Lana whispered, her voice shaking with defiance.
"I will never belong to you."Nicholas let out a low, dangerous laugh.
"Oh, you will. One way or another, you will be mine."With a quick movement, he threw her onto the bed, the impact knocking the air from her lungs.
Lana gasped, her eyes wide as she stared up at him, her body trembling.
"You will submit," he growled, his voice like thunder in the darkness.
"And I will break you until you do."
As Lana lay there, frozen in fear and defiance, Nicholas began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring the kill.
"I'm going to make you beg for it," he said, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Beg for me to take you."
Lana's breath came in short, shallow gasps as she watched him, her eyes darting from his hands to his face and back again, searching for some sign of mercy.
But there was none.He was a man without mercy, a monster with a human face.
And then, with a sudden, violent motion, he pounced on her, his body pressing her into the mattress.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
"Say that you're mine."Lana gasped, the weight of his body pressing down on her like a leaden blanket.
But she refused to give in."No," she whispered, her voice little more than a whimper.
"I'll never be yours."Nicholas's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a snarl.
"You will learn to obey," he hissed, his voice a dark, dangerous whisper in the air.
"One way or another, you will submit."And then, without warning, he tore at her clothes, his fingers shredding the fabric like it was nothing.
Lana let out a cry of protest, her body arching off the bed in a futile attempt to escape. But it was no use.
She was his prisoner, a helpless bird caught in the jaws of a hungry wolf.
"Please," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.
But Nicholas didn't listen.His hands roamed over her body, exploring her curves and crevices with a rough, possessive touch.
He pressed his lips against her skin, his breath hot and heavy against her flesh.
"You're mine," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
"And you will learn to love it."Lana whimpered, her body trembling with fear and shame.
She tried to resist, to fight back, but it was no use.
She was lost, trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape.
And then, without warning, Nicholas thrust himself into her, his body moving with the brutal force of a battering ram.
Lana cried out in pain and shock, her body convulsing beneath him.
She had never known such agony, such degradation.
She tried to push him away, to scream, to fight back, but it was no use.
He was too strong, too powerful, too determined to break her.
And as she lay there, her body violated and her spirit crushed, she knew that she had lost.
She had lost everything.
For what seemed like hours, Nicholas ravished her body, his breath hot and heavy against her skin, his hands rough and possessive.
Lana lay there, numb and broken, her mind a blank slate of pain and fear.
She had never known such humiliation, such despair.
And when it was finally over, when he collapsed on top of her, spent and satisfied, she felt a cold, empty void where her heart had once been.She was a shell, a shadow, a husk of the person she once was.