Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

She was so f*****g sexy with rage in her hazel eyes and her little fists flying at me. I was seeing waves of blinding light combined with the flurry of her fists and her long hair whipping around, with flashes of hatred on her face.

I growled and then reached for her, “It’s time to submit to your master,” I laughed while I told her this. My vision returned to normal just in time to see her pale under me.

I laughed again and then licked her from the base of her throat up her cheek and up to her temple, “You’re mine, Claire. All mine. You’re either gonna be my dirty little w***e or you’re gonna be nothing to me. The way you behave in the next little while will determine which one. It’s time to let me in.”

I growled, tasting b***d from the cut on my l*p, “Open your legs.”

Claire’s POV

Until that point I’d been struggling, not because I thought I could win but because I had to. I couldn’t just do whatever he wanted. Couldn’t.

I started to feel like it was stupid to fight. But I couldn’t stop. And it was like it fueled him. Every time I disobeyed or fought back he got this look in his eyes, this fire. And the fire today seemed like it was burning hotter than it had so far because I’d really fought with him with all my might.

I’ve scratched his face, I’ve bashed him on the head with a lamp.

I’ve bucked and kicked at him, I’ve pulled his hair, I’ve punched him in the mouth and wherever my fists would land but he was not stopping.

I guessed I should count myself lucky he hadn’t hit me back; he’s got way more strength than me. Lucky? Hah! I felt pride, though, in that I’d fought back, in that I’d ignored the urge to just submit and let him have his way.

But now, after those words and because finally, he got his c**k against me and started to prod and damn it but he got no resistance from my body, I gave up. The bravery in me just shriveled up and wilted.

“So perfect,” he m****d, and then he had my arms pinned above my head again. I feebly tried to buck him off one last time but it just helped him drive deeper into me and then I gave up, I was spent, all the fight in me depleted.

He had me pinned, I couldn’t move. So I didn’t have to fight any more.

I started whimpering in my defeat and at my screwed up thoughts then I whimpered harder because the sensations he was creating started to feel good. Was I whimpering out of desire or defeat? It didn’t matter because I had no choice.

“Good girl; you know when it’s time to submit,” he started to passionately k**s my throat, and then he got his mouth right by my ear and whispered.

“No one is ever gonna be inside of you again but me, you know that?” and then he rolled his h**s and kept pumping into me, “No one.”

I couldn’t move under him. I was completely pinned and he held my wrists tight, too tight. He was hitting my clit and up inside that front wall of me where it felt so good. The fight had left me because I was powerless to do anything but go limp and succumb to it, so I guess I did.

At feeling me go lax he let go and then he took my a*s cheeks in his hands and then he pulled out and flipped me and then pulled me up so that I was on all fours.

Then he drilled me from behind and it was so deep, so f*****g deep, that I thought I’d just tip over and just go limp.

He was f*****g me like a b***h, just like a dirty little w***e like he said he’d do, and I hated that it felt good. Was I just as sick and twisted as he was?

He kept going and then he started to rub circles around my clit, then at an “Ah” from me, he leaned in to my ear and said, “I win.”

I guess he did win because he wasn’t pinning my arms any longer and yet I was obeying him.

I fell on my face when he said that and that’s when his belt bit into my a*s and the sound of it hitting me made me squeal in pain even more than the sensation, “Please Azriel,” I needed him to let me go.

He kept pounding into me, then he grunted the words out, “Your body was f*****g made for me.”

There were goose bumps all over me and he laughed low in his throat, a knowing laugh, knowing that he owned me and that my body was doing just what he wanted it to do. He leaned back, rotated his h**s, and smacked me across the top of my a*s again, but with his hand, as he drove in.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out another loud “Ah.”

He hit again with his hand and I fell on my face and screamed out but he was also hitting that spot inside of me and then he grabbed my clit and twisted, forcing my o****m.

He leaned forward and grabbed my throat, mid climax and lifted me back up then grunted, “Perfect, baby,” and he kept going, hand covering my throat possessively, using me like a ragdoll.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He went on for what felt like forever, chasing his o****m, grunting into me. Was it ever going to be over? I was starting to get raw. He slid in and out and in and out; I felt the ridges of his c**k gliding over sensitive places inside of me.