The corridor was eerily quiet, save for the faint creaks of the ship swaying against the water. Rose stood at the far end, a solitary figure, trembling as she stared out at the ocean through a small window. Her pale hands gripped the wooden frame, her knuckles stark against her chilled skin. She barely felt the cold biting into her, even as the night air spilled in through a crack. Her gaze was vacant, fixed on the endless expanse of water that now held so much sorrow.
Memories clawed at her from every direction, refusing to settle, refusing to give her even a moment of respite. The Titanic—its grandeur, its promise of a better future—now nothing but a shattered illusion resting on the ocean floor. She could still hear the screams, desperate and piercing, echoing in her mind. The faces of people she had known, people she had only seen in passing, were now blurred into one endless, haunting mosaic of terror.
Her mother. That stern woman who had clung so tightly to her expectations and propriety. The memory of her disappearing into the chaos, the crowd swallowing her whole, sent a pang through Rose's chest. She had wanted to resent her, even hate her, but now the absence of even that familiar tension felt like a void she didn't know how to fill.
And Jack. Oh, Jack . Her eyes closed for a moment, tears threatening to spill as the image of his face surfaced again. His voice, his laughter, his dreams—all silenced beneath the icy waters. She had held his hand as long as she could, felt the life leave him as the cold claimed him. She had screamed until her throat was raw, begging him to wake, to fight. But he was gone. The man who had shown her a glimpse of a different life, a life worth living, had been ripped from her grasp like everything else.
The weight of her grief pressed down on her chest, suffocating, leaving her hollow. She had escaped, yes, but at what cost? What was left of her? A fragile shell trembling in the aftermath of a nightmare too vast to comprehend. She wanted to cry, to scream, to let it all out—but the numbness swallowed her whole, leaving her stranded in a limbo where nothing felt real.
She tightened her grip on the frame of the window, her gaze unseeing as the wind tousled her hair. She felt untethered, adrift, as though the very ocean that had taken so much from her would reach out and claim her too. Perhaps it already had.
A faint voice stirred her. " Miss… "
The sound was distant at first, but it grew louder, pulling her back to the moment. She turned her head slightly, blinking as if waking from a dream, and saw him. Revanth, the old captain of the ship that had plucked her from the wreckage. His uniform, though pristine, seemed to hang heavy on his broad frame, and his expression bore a strange mixture of familiarity and confidence.
He approached slowly, holding a thick wool blanket in his hands. His boots echoed softly against the wooden floor as he crossed the length of the corridor, stopping just a few feet from her. A faint smirk played on his lips, though it was unclear if it was meant to reassure or something else entirely.
" You're a lucky one ," Revanth said, his tone carrying an odd mixture of familiarity and confidence as his gaze swept over her, lingering openly on her form, unashamed. " Not many survived out there. But you… look at you. Still beautiful. Still… perfect. Like a flower blooming just for me. "
He stepped closer, the blanket draped over his arm like an afterthought. " I've seen too much death tonight ," he murmured, his eyes catching hers briefly before dipping lower. " Too much ugliness. But you… you're pure art. The kind of beauty a man would kill to touch ."
Rose stiffened, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no sound emerged. Instead, she turned her head toward the window, her trembling hands hanging limply by her sides.
" What's your name? " he asked suddenly, his tone soft, almost coaxing. His eyes flicked to her lips as though drawn to the shape of them. " I can't leave a goddess like you without knowing the name of the treasure standing before me ."
Rose hesitated, her breath hitching as his gaze lingered, and for a fleeting moment, she considered staying silent. But the weight of his attention bore down on her, and she whispered, " R-Rose ." The word escaped her lips like a broken thread, fragile and trembling.
" Rose… " he repeated slowly, letting the name roll off his tongue as though savoring it. His smirk widened. " Of course, it is. A name as soft and sweet as its owner ."
She tried to shift her focus back to the window, but her unease deepened, her fingers twitching at her sides. She could feel his gaze on her, heavy and pressing, and her stomach twisted as his next words came.
" Don't be shy, darling ," he said, his voice softening into something sickly sweet. " You've been through hell, haven't you? Lost so much. Alone now, with no one to hold you, no one to see what a gift you are ."
His smirk grew darker as he leaned in closer. " But I see it. That body… it's a masterpiece. The kind of thing that shouldn't go untouched. It's aching for someone to show it proper care ."
" I-I'm… " she stammered, her voice barely audible. Her throat felt dry, as though the words refused to form. She shook her head slightly, as if trying to dismiss his words, but the look in his eyes pinned her in place.
He extended the blanket toward her, but his fingers brushed hers purposefully as she reached for it, lingering for a moment too long. " Here. You need this. Though… " His eyes raked down her body again, shameless. " Even without it, I'd wager you could warm this whole ship ."
Her whispered, " Thank you ," escaped her lips, fragile and shaking. She took the blanket with trembling hands but didn't immediately wrap it around herself. Her gaze dropped, hoping to avoid his eyes, but his footsteps came closer instead.
" You know ," he continued, standing just behind her now, his breath grazing her ear, " I've rescued many women in my time, but none quite like you. There's something about you, Rose. That face… that body… " His voice dipped lower, full of intent. " It's enough to make a man forget his duty ."
Rose swallowed hard, her back stiffening as her gaze darted to the side. " I-I just… I need —" She tried to say something, her voice faltering as her thoughts scattered under the weight of his words. She turned slightly, her hands clutching the still-folded blanket.
" You must be aching ," he whispered, his tone heavier now, as though the politeness was slipping. " I can see it in your eyes. That need to feel something. To be touched. To be reminded of what it's like to be wanted ."
As she tried to step away, his hand shot out, gripping her arm with a firmness that made her flinch. " Oh, Rose ," he murmured, his lips curling into a smirk as he slowly turned her toward the wall. Her front hit the cold surface, her hands instinctively rising to brace against it. Her body tensed as she realized she was now trapped between the solid structure and his imposing frame. " Don't be afraid ," he whispered again, his weight pressing her firmly in place.
His body pressed against hers now, the coarse fabric of his uniform rough against the blanket she clutched tightly in her hands. " You've been through so much ," he continued, his hands finding the sides of her waist. " It's time someone took care of you. Someone who can… appreciate everything you have to offer ."
His fingers drifted downward, brushing against the edges of her skirt, lingering as they found the sides of her crotch. Rose shuddered, her breath hitching as her eyes fluttered closed, a pained look crossing her face as understanding dawned. Slowly, the fabric began to lift, his grip firm and invasive, exposing her legs to the cold air that sent an unwelcome chill across her skin. A sharp, trembling gasp escaped her lips, followed by a stuttered, broken, " P-please… no… s-stop ," as though her voice was failing her, the word barely above a whisper, trembling on her lips, as though dragged out against her will.
Rose's lips parted, trembling as a fractured whisper fell from them. " P-p-please… I beg you… d-don't do this ," she pleaded, her voice fragile and breaking, the faint elegance of her upbringing laced through the desperation.
His hands, rough and intrusive, found the delicate barrier beneath her skirts. The fabric resisted slightly as he tugged it down, the lace gathering against her trembling thighs. She could do nothing but press her forehead to the cold wooden frame of the window, her breath uneven, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.
Her eyes remained shut, tears slipping silently down her cheeks, warm streaks against skin chilled by the night air. The soft rasp of his zipper reached her ears, the sound sharp, like the breaking of fine porcelain.
Her body stiffened, a tremor coursing through her as she felt it—the weight of him, heavy and solid. A sudden, startling slap broke the suffocating quiet, his cock striking against her bare skin, the sound sharp and jarring. She flinched, her breath hitching in her throat, a fresh wave of tears spilling down her cheeks.
The swollen head nudged insistently between her trembling asscheeks, pressing against her shivering form. A shaky gasp escaped her lips, quivering like the last note of a sorrowful melody, as her fingers dug into the wooden frame, the tears now falling faster, unbidden.
He shifted slightly, the slick length of him slipping between her asscheeks, pressing firmly to the tightly clenched ring of her asshole. A strained, shaky breath escaped him, warm against her ear, as his fingers tightened at her waist. The heat of his exhale brushed against her skin before he dipped his face to the nape of her neck, his stubble grazing her trembling flesh as he buried himself in her scent, savoring the moment.
Rose stiffened, her entire body taut as he pushed forward, her gasp sharp and shuddering as his cock forcing its way into her asshole. The sharp stretch burned through her, the swollen head dragging against her tight walls as he buried himself deeper, inch by agonizing inch. His shaft moved steadily, pulling back slightly before plunging forward again, the full girth driving into her tight hole without pause.
Her hands clawed against the wooden frame of the window, nails dragging as her back arched slightly, his hips slammed against her ass, the force of each thrust pressing her harder into the frame. His cock filled her completely, the base grinding against her entrance with every deep push. He withdrew almost fully, leaving only the swollen head inside, before surging forward again, burying himself entirely with an audible slap of skin meeting skin, his rough hands gripping her waist to keep her in place.
The room filled with his guttural grunts and the faint, irregular sounds of her uneven breathing. His face tucked firmly at the curve of her neck, his lips brushing her damp skin as if staking a quiet claim. Each ragged breath he exhaled rolled over her, warm and heavy, the weight of his presence seeping into her trembling frame. Her lashes fluttered over closed eyes, and a tear escaped, tracing a warm, silent path down her cheek as her body remained trapped against the window frame.
The tight ring of her asshole gripped him as his cock slid in and out, the slick friction intensifying with every thrust. His hands clamped firmly on her waist, pulling her back onto his length as he drove into her steadily. Each plunge forced her hips forward, only for him to pull her back into the next thrust, her ass bouncing against his hips with the impact.
Her breaths became shallow, punctuated by strained, barely audible gasps as he drove into her harder. He adjusted his stance slightly, angling his cock deeper into her asshole, his girth stretching her further with each drive. His movements became faster, his hips snapping forward, pounding her hole repeatedly as his cock pushed past the tight resistance.
The force of one particular thrust drove her hips back sharply into the wall, the impact reverberating through her trembling frame. His shaft disappeared inside her again and again, filling her fully, the wet sounds of their connection echoing in the room. Sweat slicked her skin, mingling with the cold air that spilled in through the crack of the window, the sharp contrast only adding to her helplessness.
Rose had no choice but to accept her fate, the brutal reality of what was happening tearing through her like the frigid waters that had swallowed the Titanic. He leaned over her, his cock plunging faster, harder, as he reached a fevered pace. The pressure of his movements drove her hips forward against the frame before pulling her back with equal force.
The thick length of his cock stretched her ass with every thrust, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding the only noise in the confined space. Her breaths came in quick, shallow pants, each one marked by resignation as her trembling form remained pinned between him and the hard wooden frame.
Rose pressed the side of her head against the cold window glass, her breath fogging the surface with each shallow exhale. The force of his thrusts didn't falter, his cock driving deeper into her asshole, each movement sending jolts through her trembling body. The contrast between the frigid glass and the heat of his body left her shivering, her nails scraping against the wooden frame as she braced herself. His breath grew heavier, his face still tucked against her neck, until he pulled back slightly, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, voice low and guttural, " Who'd have thought a high-society girl like you would have an ass so perfect for cock? "
The words hit her harder than his thrusts, humiliation flooding her as his cock drove deeper into her asshole, the girth of his shaft grinding her from the inside. The cruel irony of how her life had spiraled in mere hours weighed on her—a gilded existence reduced to this. The pressure in her core built unbearably, her thighs trembling as the knot tightened. Her head tilted back slightly, the glass cool against her flushed skin, her breath hitching before her body gave in. A trembling cry escaped her lips as she peaked, the intense wave of release shuddering through her, her body tightening reflexively around his cock.
His hips stuttered, and with a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt. His cock throbbed, filling her asshole with thick, hot spurts as he came, the force making her press harder against the window. His breath was ragged, heavy against her neck as his thrusts slowed to a halt. He didn't pull out, remaining buried inside her as he pressed his weight fully onto her, his chest against her back, his warmth almost suffocating. Rose panted, her breath forming faint patterns of fog on the glass. Slowly, her lashes fluttered, and her eyes opened, catching the reflection of Revanth's smirking face in the faint light.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, " Will you spread that body open for my cock all night in my cabin? " His voice was sharp and taunting, each word pressing down on her like an iron weight she couldn't shake.
Rose swallowed hard, her throat dry as her shallow breaths, warm and uneven, brushed against his nose. The hesitation clawed at her, her chest tightening as his words sank in. Jack's face flickered in her mind, a cruel reminder of the freedom and love she had so briefly tasted before the icy waters took him. He had given her hope, a glimpse of something better, and now she was here—lost, degraded, and so far from the girl he had fallen in love with. Her lips parted, trembling under the weight of her own disbelief, and in a voice barely audible, she whispered, " Yes… "