Ruined Innocence

Emma's eyes widened in terror as she saw him yanking his shirt off his shoulders, allowing it to pool on the floor and reveal his firm tanned skin. It was a sight that most women would find attractive and enticing but not Emma. 

All she felt was fear. All she could see was her destruction. All she could hear was her nearly deafening pulse. 

Panicked, she looked into his smoldering gray eyes, which now brimmed with unrestrained desire, and her heart pounded with fear as she instinctively shrank back. 

He would surely dirty her tonight. 

"Get undressed for me," Kevin commanded and walked over to the bed's side table, his bulging muscles adding to her fright. 

Emma couldn't move. Her breathing became ragged as she watched him getting ready to devour her. 

To ruin her innocence. He was ready to devour everything her fragile body had to offer. 

Emma gulped. She had never been with a man before, never felt any kind of intimacy. As a woman, she had fantasized to reach this point in her life, to lose her virginity to a man she loves but she never thought she would lose it this way. 

She wasn't willing, and there was no love at all, only his one-sided lust and fascination which would surely ravage her tonight. Her thin fingers tightened their grip on her dress, her heart pounding crazily against her ribcage.

She wasn't ready for him. He was everything she was afraid of.

For a brief moment, Emma glanced helplessly at the closed door, her heart and soul urging her to flee. She breathed shakily. Her heart was reluctant to accept him, and her body was trembling uncontrollably, but she was in no position to refuse. 

She couldn't do it! 

Even if by some miracle she were to find a way out, which seemed impossible, she knew that it would only mean more pain and suffering for her family. There was no way out. She was completely trapped, condemned to endure his obscene and depraved advances. 

Emma had realized by now that he wouldn't let her leave until he satisfies his sinful desires with her body. 

With no hope of escape, the poor girl resigned herself to her fate.

"Are you naked?" Kevin asked, looking back at her while holding the packet in his hand, but disappointment washed over him seeing her sitting still, looking completely lost. 

Putting the foil between his teeth and tearing it from the top, Kevin looked at her rather sharply. "Take it off now!" His cold eyes were daring her to defy him and see the consequences. 

"I believe I have made myself clear darling. I demand absolute submission from you. Stop messing around if you don't want to be hurt," Fear rushed through her veins once she heard his threatening words. 

Haunting memories of his previous threats came flooding back yet again, blurring her vision. 

'Obey me and I won't hurt your family.'

'If I can save a life, I might take one as well.'

With warm tears flowing down her cheeks Emma averted her gaze from him. His overpowering demeanor had left her utterly shaken to the core. She cowered, visibly anxious and her body was slightly trembling with fear. 

The girl who once stood up to him with unwavering strength now stood before him as a mere shadow of herself. 

It was as if she had lost all of her courage and the only thing left was vulnerability. 

She couldn't bring herself to disobey him, for deep down she was scared of him. He was a man of his word. A man who meant what he said and would follow through on his threats regardless of the consequences.

The fear of what he might do if she disobeyed him was so overpowering that it left her feeling completely powerless.

Emma couldn't go against him. She was tired of fighting him, tired of begging him, tired of living in fear. 

She chose this. She sold her body. It's fated to happen.

Silently sobbing, knowing there was no way out, Emma began pulling her zipper down slowly, her fingers were shaking badly and her eyes refused to look into his menacing bluish gray eyes that were staring straight into her soul. 

As the zipper descended to reveal her bare back to his gaping eyes, she closed her eyes, feeling her pulse quicken against her ears.

Emma let the thin straps fall down her shoulders and the dress slid down her breasts in seconds revealing her deep plunge strapless bra; however, she couldn't bring herself to remove her gown entirely. 

With her head lowered, she took another shaky breath, knowing well enough that he was looking at her nudity.

There was nowhere to hide. Not in his vision.

Kevin remained calm, his murky eyes never leaving her petite frame as he waited for her to remove the rest but he realized soon that she wouldn't be able to do it. 

She was sitting with her head down, and her body was shaking terribly. Her luscious locks fell in a beautiful cascade over her bare shoulders, accentuating the natural curves of her body. The strapless bra she wore was pushing her boobs together far too perfectly, causing the man's body to twitch with desire and leaving him yearning for more.

Kevin walked up to her and towered her seated form. Dipping down his fingers fumbled over the lace neckline and within a second he pulled the dress down her breasts, to her waist then her thighs, and finally off her legs, tossing it on the floor leaving her in nothing but her innerwear. 

The white dress dangled from the bed, its once-pristine fabric now a mess under his feet. It was nothing but a reflection of her lost happiness, broken dreams, and trampled pride.  

Emma flinched as his icy fingers reached behind her, unhooked her bra and flung it to the side unconcerned about where it landed. 

Blood rushed to her face, and a throbbing warmth spread between her thighs as she sat in front of him almost naked. 

Although the room was dimly lit, she wished it were darker. Not being able to look into his eyes, she decided to end her suffering and closed her eyes in defeat while he hungrily looked at her nudity. 

"Beautiful!" Kevin murmured as his huge palm rested against the swell of her breast and he gave it a gentle squeeze. Even though she looked petite, she had large and round breasts compared to her small frame. Big and so soft. Perfect even. 

His fingers traced teasing circles around her nipples, savoring the way they instantly hardened under his touch. Kevin grinned, he knew exactly how to touch a woman and how to evoke vulnerability in them.

As his sultry gaze wandered over her alluring curves, a sharp pang of desire shot through him. She was a fucking temptress.

He had bedded women who had perfect bodies—wider hips and firm, bigger boobs that looked too good to be true. Though those women might look perfect, he had never been drawn to them. 

But this girl here, she was imperfectly perfect. All natural, fragile, and incredibly soft.

Kevin bit his lips, he was painfully hard now. He couldn't recall wanting anything this badly. 

Without wasting a minute he pushed her down onto the mattress. Her curls loosened and spread on the white pillows. The cool silk sheets touched her bareback and within seconds an insulating layer of small bumps appeared on her smooth skin. 

Kevin reached down, his fingers tucked into the waistband of her white lingerie and he pulled it down her thighs without any hesitancy. 

She was his anyway! 

One by one, her inner clothes accompanied the wedding gown leaving her petite figure bare in front of his lust-filled eyes. She's completely naked now. 

Bare and breathtaking. 

Kevin couldn't help but gulp. He'd seen her naked before on his screen, and once in the dressing room when he saw her for the first time but that obviously was not as pleasurable for the man as touching her. 

"What a tempting little thing you are," Kevin murmured against her mouth. For a split second, his stare was drawn to her closed eyes and the pinkish glow that washed over her skin. 

His gaze wandered down the length of her naked body, darkening the moment he noticed her shaking like a leaf, and the way her swells heaved up and down in response to his slightest touch tempted him greatly. 

Dark desires are feral. Her vulnerability was tantalizing his darkest desires, effortlessly pushing him over the edge. The rush of sensations coursing through his body was excruciating. 

There was no moment of hesitation as Kevin unbuckled his belt in utter desperation and tossed his clothes away. He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her up into a more comfortable position, with her head resting on the pillow and her long hair swaying down the bed. 

Emma's breath hitched as he leaned down and pecked her lips fervently. His mouth then traced down her jawline, hungrily kissing the hollow of her neck. The gentle friction of her body sliding against his was like the sweetest release, sending waves of euphoria through his veins and leaving him wanting more.

Emma squeezed her eyes in helplessness feeling his body rubbing against hers. 

Skin against skin.

The corners of her eyes moistened with unshed tears. He's touching her everywhere. Her hands ached to push him off her but she was bound by invisible chains of necessities.

Soon his lips began marking their visits on her body. She was too horrified to do anything because of the sinful things he was doing to her body. Touching, licking, and biting wherever he liked. 

She felt his lips kissing down the valley of her breasts before swirling his tongue around her firm buds. Emma clutched the sheets tighter as his rough hands explored her bare chest, squeezing and kneading as he pleased. 

And as if that was not enough torture he took her hardened nipple between his teeth and tugged on it gently, causing a momentary wave of pain to rush through her body. To soothe the pain he caused, he then swirled his warm tongue over her nipple again, glistening it with his saliva.  

Despite her discomfort, Emma couldn't help but whimper at the sensations that he was evoking. His mouth was unrelenting as he sucked and nibbled at her tender flesh, leaving behind red marks that served as evidence of his insatiable thirst for her. 

'Don't push him, you chose it.'

'Don't push him, let him do it.'

'Obey him. There's no way out.'

Her eyes were welling up with tears, but she didn't beg him to stop. She knew he would only enjoy her pleadings and wouldn't stop. 

Emma tried not to feel it, not to pay attention to his touch and the way he was abusing her body and her emotions but she failed.

 She felt it all. 

Every touch, every kiss, every part where he had so hungrily sucked, was burning. The heat of his body, his stares, his dirty talk, were too obvious to ignore. 

As his hand traveled downwards, Emma's reflexes kicked in. It was too much to bear. She instinctively clenched her legs and defensively grabbed his wrist from reaching between her thighs. 

Their eyes met again! 

His filled with unbridled desire, while hers glistened with unshed tears, silently pleading him to stop. 

"Let me see," Kevin commanded in his husky drunken voice. Emma felt conflicted; although her inner voice urged her to resist, the intensity of his dark eyes offered no room for negotiation. Defeated, she loosened her grip and felt her breathing halt the moment he let out a low growl and then touched her down there. 

Her heart clenched painfully because of the overly intimate move. She tried to shrink back but he had a firm grip on her hips. 

His expression however soon appeared to be one of surprise and disapproval as his fingers delved into her folds. 

She was fucking dry. Because at that very moment, fear and sorrow were the dominant emotions for her, not pleasure. 

Kevin's jaws clenched. Damn! Another blow to his pride. 

Putting his thumb against her clit, he began rubbing her to prepare her for him. Emma held her breath and gripped the sheets too tight, feeling her body reacting strangely to the new sensations he was inducing in her. 

His touch was slow and gentle at first but then it quickened, causing her body to shake. Emma winced, feeling immense pain sear through her as he inserted a finger in her, knuckles deep. 

And then another. 

Tears welled up in her eyes and began streaming down her face.

It was devastatingly humiliating. It was tragic!

Despite it being her life and her body, she had no right to stop him from doing the things she didn't want. Emma felt utterly helpless. She was breaking!

Kevin continued to stretch and pump his fingers in and out of her, all the while cursing and savoring her warmth and tightness. 

His fingers, bold and skillful, moved with grace and precision, expertly knowing how to please a woman. He could see her holding her breath, yet her body was responding to his touches. 

"Love the way your body is obeying me," Kevin whispered in her ear unequivocally pleased and a little amused by her resistance. 

It didn't take long before she felt a foreign pressure swell within her belly, continuously growing and consuming her senses. She tried to control whatever he was putting her through but she couldn't. Her arousal betrayed her, moistening her core as he expertly manipulated her sensitive flesh. 

Kevin slowly withdrew his fingers and traced them over her wet clit—slowly and sensually. "So fucking responsive," He growled as he smeared her wetness on her sensitive clit. He could hear her sniffing but not a word left her bruised lips. 

His eyes traveled from her tear-stricken face down to her naked grace and there, right between her legs, with hunger in his gaze he saw her wet core, a sight that set him ablaze. 

Ah, fucking heaven!

Emma sighed in relief as she felt him stop after minutes of torture, but it was short-lived as seconds later she heard a tearing sound. She opened her teary eyes only to find him rolling a condom on his shaft. His shaft! 

She squeezed her eyes shut again, heart racing uncontrollably.

He was huge!

Emma's body stiffened with fear and she had to struggle to breathe. How was he going to put it inside her? There's no way. No, no, no. He would tear her apart. Her breathing became more labored. 

Kevin leaned in again, this time parting her legs with his knee. He settled down between her legs and stared at her closed eyes and the tears streaming down them. 

He expected her to intervene, to stop him but she did not. 

She had given up. 

Still trembling, her fingers clenched the sheets tightly, attempting to withstand his touch. Her face flushed with suppressed emotions, rage, shame, sorrow, and fear. She waited for the pain, but it never came. 

Instead, his hand caressed her cheek before trailing down her spine and stopping on her hip. "Look at me," he whispered against her rosy lips. 

Emma didn't, she couldn't look into his eyes. She was in pain. She was scared but the man seemed to take pleasure in her vulnerability. Though he never had a desire to hurt her, her actions stirred his anger in a way he couldn't control. 

Her insult had cut him deep, leaving a wound that no amount of time could heal. 

"Open your eyes," He repeated, rather amused, and caressed her lower lip. For a split second, she was convinced by the gentleness in his tone and his comforting touch. 

"Do you fear me, Emmeline?"  He spoke again and she felt his warm breaths dance over her lips ever so gently that made her look at him. But the moment their eyes met, the soft edges of his lips tightened again with a satisfied smirk seeing her teary eyes. 

Fear, that's what he wanted to see in those daring eyes. 

"Well, you should," he rasped before abruptly thrusting into her. Emma gasped and instinctively buried her face in his shoulder as his cock penetrated her, inch by inch. Glistening tears cascaded down her as he tore through her virgin walls. 

"Fuck," he let out a feral growl feeling her clenching around his cock. Ecstasy! He was consumed by a celestial inferno, a long-awaited paradise found.

Kevin had waited for her with an insane devotion. Craved her, religiously, insatiably, madly. 

He had never felt such intense emotions before, never cared about his women or their romantic encounters but even the mere thought of Emma being with another man was enough to drive him insane. He couldn't shake off the images of her with Jimin, the way they smiled together, their subtle touches.

"After tonight you'll forget every fucking boy you've ever been with while I claim you mine," Kevin snarled, his voice dripping with venom and possessiveness. 

Those memories were like a sharp blade piercing his heart. 

"You'll fucking know what it feels like to be touched by a man," he growled as he pulled out and then slammed back again, thrusting relentlessly with a ferocity that left her gasping for air and clutching at the sheets. His slow strokes were an aggressive claim of his dominance, making her feel weaker and weaker. 

As his tip delved deeper, Emma wept more. Gone was her innocence, in a way she never foresaw, her heart heavy with sadness, her soul torn apart. 

"How the fuck are you so tight?" Kevin grunted, surprised as he rammed into her, his thrusts slow but powerful. 

He was convinced that she must have had her fair share of sexual encounters, as there was no way a woman as tempting as her was inexperienced. But the way her walls gripped him so tightly left him dazed and confused. 

 

The sudden warmth on his manhood only heightened his suspicions. 

Kevin pulled out of her slowly and looked down at his shaft which was now coated with blood. 

Her blood! 

A look of disbelief crossed his face as he saw the red liquid drenching down his length and onto the pristine white sheets. 

His heart skipped a beat. He was her first!