!! TRIGGER WARNING !!
Physical and sexual abuse in this chapter may be triggering for some. Please skip this chapter if this is something you struggle with. !!
Amia
“Dylan, I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I plead.
“I saw the way you looked at him. Are you going to tell me I was wrong? Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking him.”
Dylan’s hand slid up my waist and I tracked the movement as he gripped the material covering my chest. He jerked it down and my breasts fell out. His other hand reached down beside me and the seat began to recline all the way back. With one hand he gripped me by the neck and with the other he fondled my exposed chest.
“Dylan, I—”
’m cut off as his grip around my neck tightened. He leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth and looked me in the eye as he bit down hard. I cried out and my head fell back. I looked up at the roof of the car and felt my cheeks warmed. I was confused by my bodies response. I didn’t want him to do any of this but my body still reacted. I’m embarrassed and unsure of myself.H“Ah,” I cried out. “Dylan.”
His hand around my neck squeezed and I struggled to pull air into my lungs. I thrashed against his hold but moaned as wet lips wrapped around my pebbled skin. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I stilled.
“It hurts,” I choked.
“I didn’t know you were such a fucking slut. You flirted with him in front of me,” Dylan growled. “Did you think he was hot? Did he make you wet? Did you weigh your options?”
“I… I didn’t,” I gasped. My body shook as I looked into his eyes. I plead with him and tried to show him my honesty.
“Do you know how many woman want to be in your place? Goddess, you don’t even know. I’m told almost daily about how I’m wasted on you. You should be happy… grateful to have me in your life but what do you do? You compare me to the Alpha of the largest pack in the fucking country,” Dylan spat.
“Dylan, please,” I cried.
Black spots began to dance across my vision as another minute passed of not enough oxygen. I gulped for air but couldn’t get any down. I was blinded by a loud slap and I see stars. I realized the pain on my cheek and the sound was from his hand. Dylan just slapped me. He really slapped me. I’m speechless.
“If you want to act like a slut I’ll treat you like a slut,” he growled. He reached down and fumbled with my pants. Pure panic rushed through my body and despite the hand on my throat I jerked forward and tried to push his hand away.
“Stop! Dylan stop!” I screamed.
He slapped me again and pulled my pants down. I fought against him but he cocked his hand back and pushed me in the face. Hot blinding pain exploded across my cheekbone. Everything went black for a second and I blinked multiple times as I tried to see. My senses were heightened and I could feel and hear things better than I could before. The sound of his zipper being pulled down and the shuffling of his knees on the seat. When I could finally see through the darkness he pulled down his boxers and revealed himself. His fingers slid up my thigh and I clenched them together in a poor attempt to stop him.
“Please,” I choked out.
His fingers gripped my thigh and pried my legs open. He sat back and took his time looking at me. His gaze trailed up my inner leg to my exposed flesh. I felt physically and emotionally naked. I felt violated and weak. Dylan gave me a warning look as I pleaded with him. He reached down and gripped his hard length. It was pulsing and his tip looked angry. He slapped the tip against my leg and stroked up and down the base of his cock. His hand stilled and his body shuddered with pleasure. He continued to stare at my pussy as he stroked himself.
“You did this, Amia. How many times have I told you to be grateful? How many times have you tested my patience? At this point you’re asking for this. I didn’t do this to you, you did this. You couldn’t stop yourself from flirting him when I put all that effort into our date. I’m not going to condone your behavior. You’ve been fucking testing me all fucking day!”
Tears streamed down my face as I looked up at him. This didn’t make any sense. Why was he doing this? What set him off? What did I do to make him do this?
“We were having an amazing night and you RUINED IT!” Dylan shouted. I watched him as he leaned over and hovered over me. I watched him like the head of his cock with my entrance. His lips parted as he slid his tip up and down my folds. “I’m only taking what’s mine.”
“I-I haven’t been with anyone before, Dylan. I wasn’t trying to flirt with him. I wanted our first time to be…,” I coked. “I’m sorry, please…”
Dylan’s movements stilled.
“Our first time is going to be great. Don’t worry about that. Look at how hard I am? Look at how hard you make me. I’m hard for you. This is for you. Just look at my cock, Amia. You did this to me,” he groaned. He leaned down and kissed me. I wanted to throw up. “I’m going to give you what you want and you’ll like it. You were already going to give me your first time, so it doesn’t matter if it’s now or later.” The lack of compassion in his eyes told me there was no point. The lack of empathy in the words he used screamed that he wouldn’t give me a choice.
“I’m scared, Dylan. I’m so scared,” I cried.
“I’m your boyfriend. You don’t have to be scared. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel good,” he murmured. He jerked his hips forward and his tip slid between my folds. I tried to move back, to squirm away, but I was trapped below him. I was helpless to what was about to happen.