*Trigger warning sexual scene*
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The words were like a slap across the face, sending a jolt of fear through her body.
He grabbed the fabric of her dress and yanked it down, the material giving way to reveal trembling form. His eyes raked over her, his hunger unabashed.
"Sir, no," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Not today."
Vincent's smile was cold, a twisted mockery of affection. "You are my wife now," he said, his voice a silky threat. "You don't get to say no to me."
He leaned over her, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress.
His hands ripped the wedding dress from her body, the fabric tearing like the shreds of her hope.
She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, his eyes devouring her in the moonlit room.
"Sir," she whimpered, "I'm begging you, please..."
Vincent's eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and anger. "Begging?" he sneered. "That's music to my ears, but it won't change a thing."
He reached for the delicate lace of her bra, his fingers tracing the edge before he ripped it away with a brutal yank.
Evangeline's gasp filled the space between them. His gaze dropped to her bare full breasts, his eyes darkening with lust.
"Are you a virgin?" he then demanded, his voice a low growl that made her tremble.
Evangeline felt his gaze rove over her exposed flesh, his eyes lingering on the bare her skin.
She knew he was savoring the sight. She closed her eyes tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Look at me when I speak," he ordered, his voice like a whip crack.
She obeyed, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.
With a sadistic smirk, he reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, pushing it up to expose her throat. "Answer me," he said, getting impatient.
Evangeline's heart raced, her eyes filling with tears as she stared up at the monster who now was husband.
She nodded, her voice breaking "Y-yes, I am."
Vincent's smile grew wicked, his eyes glinting with malicious excitement.
He leaned down, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Good," he murmured. "Now I can make sure that your first time is one you'll never forget."
He slid his hand down her body, his touch as cold and cruel.
His fingers curled around her waist, his nails digging into her flesh as he pulled her closer. She could feel the hardness of his desire pressing against her.
"Spread your legs," he said, his voice a dark command that sent a shiver down her spine.
Evangeline's legs trembled, but she complied, the fabric of the torn dress bunching up around her thighs.
He took a step closer, his eyes raking over her exposed panties with a hunger that made her stomach twist.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her panties. "So innocent, so ripe for the taking." She felt his hand slide beneath the fabric, his touch as cold as ice.
Evangeline's body recoiled, but his grip was tight.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot and minty against her cheek. "You're going to love this," he whispered, his voice a dark promise.
He then ripped her panties away. S
he felt exposed, vulnerable, his eyes raking over her naked flesh.
"Are you wet for me, little one?" he taunted, his voice a dark caress that made her skin crawl.
His fingers trailed down her thighs.
Evangeline's eyes squeezed shut, willing the lie to be true.
His fingers slid through her folds, cold and unfeeling, his gaze never leaving hers.
"You're not wet," he said, his tone almost disappointed. "But that's okay. I'll make you wet." The corners of his mouth lifting in a dark smile.
Evangeline felt his thumb press harder, the digit circling her clit with a chilling precision that sent a jolt of pain through her.
She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
Vincent's finger thrusted in her clit, not giving her a moment to think. The pain was intense and she couldn't help but whimper.
His eyes lit up, his smile growing darker. "I like it when you make noises for me," he said, his voice a low rumble.
His fingers continued to move in a slow, torturous rhythm, each touch sending a jolt of pain through her body.
He then thrusted faster and he senses her getting wet, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched the fear and pain mix with the undeniable arousal that was building within her.
"There," he said, his voice a smug whisper. "Now, you're ready for me."
Vincent leaned in, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking the spot harder leaving his mark.
"Sir," she gasped, her voice shaking. "Please."
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a cold, sadistic satisfaction as he watched her squirm. "Please what?" he taunted, his hand went to his belt, unbuckling it. "Please stop?" His slid down his trousers and his boxer, "Or please, more?"
Her eyes widened in horror as he pulled out his erection, the sight of it sending a wave of revulsion through her. It was thick and big, which scared her even more.
He then approached her pulling her legs apart with his strong hands.
"Please...no.." she whispered, her voice trembling.
He positioned himself between her legs, the weight of his body pressing down on her like a tombstone.
The tip of his erection nudged against her entrance, a promise of the pain to come.
His pupils dilated with lust. She felt his hands on her wrists, his grip like iron as he pinned her to the bed.
Vincent leaned in, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
His teeth scraped against her lower lip, drawing blood, and she couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her.
His tongue pushed its way into her mouth, tasting her fear and her pain.
Then he thrusted in his cock inside her virgin pussy without mercy.
She felt his cock pushing into her, inch by inch, stretching and tearing her.
"You're so tight," he murmured against her neck in satisfaction, his voice a dark purr.
Evangeline's eyes squeezed shut as the pain grew more intense.
She could feel her hymen tearing, the pain searing through her.
A scream tore from her throat, and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.
He pulled back, then thrust deeper, the sound of her agony music to his ears.
His voice a dark symphony of possession. "Mine to take, mine to use, mine to break."
He went rough and faster making her scream in pain and pleasure.
His hand tightened on her hip, his movements becoming more frenzied as he lost himself in the power of the moment.
Evangeline's eyes filled with tears.
"Do you like it?" Vincent whispered, his voice a dark symphony of satisfaction. She could feel the smugness in his tone, the pleasure he took in her suffering.
He then grabbed her right breast
his thumb flicking her nipple, watching as it hardened under his touch. He leaned in closer, his mouth closing over her left nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Evangeline's body arched off the bed, a muffled scream escaping her throat.
"You like that, don't you?" he said mockingly.
He then bit down her nipple, making her whimper louder, his other hand kneading roughly her other breast as thrusted in her faster.
"Look at you," he teased "So responsive, so reactive to my every thrust." His thrusts getting deeper and rough.
Evangeline's eyes were squeezed shut, tears trickling down her cheeks.
He then came inside her.
Evangeline felt the warmth of his release fill her, he growled, his voice thick with desire as he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her blood.
He again went in her again thrusting inside her. He went for at least 4 rounds without getting tired and ignoring her pleas.