Brutal Defloration

Lydia's pov

A pathetic, small scream escaped my trembling lips as his large hands clamped onto my bare arms, shoving me backward. My spine hit the massive mattress with a soft thud. The harsh reality of my situation crashed over me. Half-naked and terrified, I scrambled upward against the pillows. My frantic fingers grabbed the edges of the silk bedsheet, pulling the cool fabric tight against my bare chest to hide my exposed breasts.

He did not linger to watch my panic. Without a word, he turned his broad back to me and disappeared through a door down the hall, which I assumed led to his washroom.

Left alone in the dim light of his bedroom, wearing nothing but a flimsy black thong and clutching a sheet, my throat tightened. Hot tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I swallowed hard, forcing them back. I glanced toward the bedroom door. It stood wide open. The dark hallway beyond mocked me with a fleeting chance at freedom. The exit was merely a few steps away. I could drop the sheet, run out into the night, and escape this terrifying, suffocating nightmare.

But the harsh truth anchored me to the mattress. Running away meant my father's certain death. The men holding his debt would not hesitate to put a bullet in his head, and they would likely hunt me down and kill me too. Looking back at the astronomical sums moving through his accounts, I knew I had made the right, agonizing choice. A dangerous man wielding this level of immense mafia power and endless black money could track me anywhere. There was no escaping this deal. I had to endure.

I lowered my gaze to the floorboards, resigning myself to my fate.

The sound of running water stopped. He stepped out of the washroom, wiping his hands on a towel. He tossed it aside and walked straight to the heavy bedroom door. The loud, sharp click of the lock turning sent my heart hammering relentlessly against my ribcage.

With every deliberate step he took toward the bed, my anxiety spiked. I tried to command my rigid muscles to relax, but the sheer, intimidating presence of the man made it impossible. He sat on the edge of the mattress, the springs dipping deep under his massive weight. Reaching out, he snatched the silk sheet from my white-knuckled grip. He tossed it to the floor, leaving my shivering body bare and exposed to his predatory, dark gaze.

I kept my chin tucked low. Meeting his eyes would only make my terror worse. My lips parted on their own, a shaky breath hitching in my chest as his large, cold hand reached out. His calloused fingers brushed against my soft skin, cupping my breast and giving the flesh a firm squeeze.

A confusing, unfamiliar heat flushed through my veins. My sheltered, bookish knowledge of intimacy had not prepared me for the raw, visceral reaction of my own body. I knew the mechanics of arousal, but feeling it ignite beneath the touch of a lethal stranger was jarring.

My spine went rigid when his hand slid up to grip my neck. He leaned in, his face hovering over mine. He trailed his nose along my collarbone, inhaling deeply as if committing my scent to memory. My throat ran dry under his intense scrutiny.

He shifted his weight, pressing me flat against the mattress as he hovered above my trapped form. His hands returned to my breasts, squeezing them hard. I bit down on my lower lip, drawing the metallic taste of blood to stop myself from screaming. His mouth descended. He pinched my sensitive nipples between his fingers before dragging his wet tongue over them, sucking hard. I fisted the soft pillows on either side of my head, squeezing my eyes shut. He continued his relentless assault on my breasts until a slick, warm wetness began pooling between my thighs.

A choked sob tore from my throat when he grabbed the thin waistband of my black thong. With a swift, harsh tug, he ripped the delicate fabric apart and tossed it somewhere into the shadows of the room. The sudden friction burned the tender skin around my hips.

My toes curled into the mattress as his cold fingers trailed lower, brushing directly against my bare vulva. He nudged my trembling knees apart, gently spreading my legs. His thumb found my clitoris, pressing down and dragging in slow, deliberate circles. I gasped out loud. The sensation was overwhelming, an electric shock that short-circuited my brain. I could not handle the unfamiliar, intense pleasure building deep in my lower stomach. My muscles stiffened in a panic, and sensing my rigid resistance, he pulled his hand away. The heavy, throbbing sensation faded, leaving an empty ache in its wake.

I had no practical experience. I had never been touched, never been naked with a man, and certainly never been prepared for a mafia boss claiming my body as payment.

A sharp shriek punched through the quiet room as he suddenly shoved a thick finger deep inside my wet vagina. He froze instantly. His movements halted. His dark, cold eyes narrowed as he looked down at me, the tight, unbroken resistance of my body likely telling him what he needed to know. I was an untouched virgin.

Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, the stinging pain sharp and undeniable. I drew in ragged, shaky breaths, lifting my trembling hands to cover my mouth to muffle my sobs.

I slowly opened my tear-filled eyes. He pulled his thick fingers out of my wet core.

My breath caught in my throat. My eyes widened in pure horror as he calmly reached down and unbuckled the thick leather belt from his trousers. He pulled it free with a sharp snapping sound. Before I could scramble backward, his large hand shot out, grabbing both of my fragile wrists in a crushing, iron grip. He looped the dark leather around my skin, pulling it tight.

"W-What a-are—"

The desperate, pleading words died instantly in my dry throat. He shot me a chilling, murderous glare. His dark eyes held a lethal promise, an aura of pure evil that silenced me faster than a hand over my mouth. I had never been intimidated by anyone the way I was terrified of him. One look was enough to make me believe he would kill me if I fought back.

Under the weight of that dark, threatening stare, I squeezed my eyes shut, surrendering my fate to his ruthless hands.

He dragged my bound arms above my head, tying the heavy leather belt securely to the thick wooden bedpost. The tough material bit into my skin, anchoring me to the mattress, leaving me trembling and defenseless beneath him.

I opened my eyes just a fraction, catching a blurred glimpse of him stripping off the rest of his clothes. Silent, defeated tears flowed down my cheeks, soaking the pillows. It broke my heart into a million jagged pieces to give my innocence to a cold stranger. A man who did not care about my soul, who did not love me, and whose name only represented violence and fear.

I forced myself to take deep, ragged breaths as his massive, naked frame hovered over me once more. He grabbed my knees and forced my legs wider apart.

I flinched, shrinking back into the mattress as the hot, rigid head of his thick cock rubbed against my slick wetness. I did not need to open my eyes to see the size of his weapon; his sheer physical bulk and the blunt pressure against my entrance told me he was huge.

Goosebumps erupted across my flesh as he gripped my bare thighs, spreading my legs wide into an eagle position. My most intimate, vulnerable center was laid bare for his predatory eyes. My face burned with intense heat, a deep, humiliating flush spreading across my pale skin.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

He aligned his hips and forcefully slammed his massive, hard cock deep inside my tight vagina in one single, brutal thrust.

"STOP!" I shrieked, the sound tearing my vocal cords.

The tearing agony was blinding. It felt as though he had literally ripped my body in two. I thrashed wildly against the mattress, pulling my arms in a desperate struggle to free my hands from the rough leather belt deeply biting and bruising the skin of my wrists.

"I can't.... Please go slow... It's hurting terribly." I sobbed, my voice cracking with pathetic desperation. I tried to look at his face, but my vision was swimming, blurred by a thick veil of tears.

I could not squirm away from his crushing weight, and in that agonizing moment, I understood exactly why he had tied my hands. He knew I would panic. He knew I would fight the blinding pain.

My pitiful whimpers and agonizing sobs did not sway his cold heart in the slightest. He gave me a mere handful of torturous seconds to let my stretched, burning flesh adjust to his huge thickness. Then, he pulled back and started thrusting relentlessly into my core.

I screamed and cried, the sound bouncing off the walls, until the sharp physical agony slowly and confusingly bled into an intense, involuntary pleasure. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, but I never expected this brutal, tearing invasion. The screaming faded into breathless gasps, though I could not stop the thick tears from falling.

His hot, ragged breaths fanned over my wet, flushed cheeks, mocking my distress. His sharp nails dug deep into the soft flesh of my thighs, leaving crescent-shaped bruises. My sweaty, exhausted body was at his mercy, and he showed none. He drove his cock in and out of my wet vagina with rough, punishing force, pounding into me as if he wanted to break me apart.

The pain was no longer just physical; it was a deep, psychological violation. My heart clenched and shattered with every brutal thrust. He was taking the most precious, untouched part of me. Yet, I swallowed my bitter tears and forced myself to face the disgusting truth. I had climbed into this monster's bed for money. He did not snatch my innocence away in an alley; I walked into his mansion and handed it to him to destroy. I sold myself to pay a debt.

Amidst the trauma, that overwhelming, heavy pressure built inside my lower stomach again. Electric sparks erupted beneath my skin, shooting through my veins. My toes curled hard into the sheets. My spine arched off the mattress as my very first, agonizingly intense orgasm crashed over me. I screamed once more, the forced climax feeling as though he had pushed me backward off a towering cliff.

My eyelids grew heavy. Exhaustion settled deep into my bones, dragging my consciousness down. My frantic struggles ceased as my limbs turned to lead, a numb sensation washing over my beaten body.

A loud, guttural groan rumbled from his chest. He drove his hips forward one final, brutal time, and I felt the thick pulses of his hot cum spilling deep inside my throbbing vagina. He released his tight grip on my thighs, and my legs fell limp against the mattress, stripped of all strength.

The last thing I remembered from that horrific night was the sudden slack in the leather belt. The bindings were loosened from my bruised wrists. I pulled my arms down, wrapping them tightly around my own trembling torso, shedding silent tears into the dark room. After that, exhaustion claimed me, and everything faded to black. I drifted into a heavy sleep, failing to follow Vargas's strict, mandatory rule to immediately leave the room afterward. It was not my fault; my body had simply shut down.

I visibly flinched, abruptly pulled from the horrific, vivid memory as the heavy office door swung open. Vargas stepped into the room.

"I am sorry to disturb you, Chief, but there is something you should pay attention to," Vargas announced respectfully, his tone professional and crisp.

His voice snapped me right back to the present moment. The cold reality of the office crashed over me. My stomach churned with a sudden, horrifying realization. I had been blatantly staring at the Chief this whole time while lost in my dark flashback.

Worse, he was standing right there by the tall window, his crystal liquor glass forgotten, looking straight back at me with his piercing, unreadable grey eyes.

How long was I doing that? How long had we been locked in this silent staring contest while my mind replayed the brutal night he ruined me?

Panic spiked in my chest. I quickly dropped my gaze down to my lap, my posture stiff and deeply awkward. I desperately needed to avoid giving him any wrong hints or inviting his sudden, lethal rage. The air in the office felt thick and suffocating.

Only fifteen days are remaining of this torture and then it will all be over.

It will be over, right?...