Whispers Of Ownership

His heart skipped a beat. He's her first.

Kevin remained motionless for a while, mind in chaos. In a complete daze. How is this even possible? Wasn't she dating that blonde guy? 

Even if the two weren't together, there has to be someone else. She was what, twenty-two? She couldn't possibly be a…fuck he never thought she would be a virgin. With such a desirable body, how did she even manage to protect her innocence? 

Kevin stayed still for a few more seconds, panting, his eyes locked on the crimson stain on the white sheets.

While he sat between her legs, Emma couldn't bear to meet his steely gaze and looked to the side. She lay there, naked and vulnerable, writhing in agony as waves of pain surged through her.

Oh how she wished for the ordeal to be over, but knew it was far from done. He had just begun. Her suffering had just begun. 

She was completely at his mercy.

Kevin's eyes remained fixed on her face, taking in the sight of her damp hair matted with sweat and tears, her eyes held a glistening shine as if trying to hold back floods of tears, and her rosy lips were bruised and swollen from her own biting. 

She was looking like a mess. A beautiful mess. 

Kevin was almost hypnotized by her beauty and innocence. He bit his lower lip, thinking. He couldn't help but wonder how someone as captivating as her could still be untouched. 

It wasn't long before his perplexity faded away, replaced by an intense sense of pride and possessiveness. He reveled in the fact that he was the first man to touch her, to claim her innocence. 

It fueled his desire for her even more, made him feel invincible like he had something that nobody else could have. He conquered her!

She was his. His to keep, his to fuck and his to love.

Looking down, Kevin rolled the bloody condom off his cock and threw it to the side confidently knowing exactly what he was doing and exactly what he wanted. 

His big hands grabbed her tiny waist yet again as he slipped his cock in her slowly this time, filling up the girl who still seemed to be very tight around him. 

And damn it, it felt incredible. Heaven!

 

Kevin began moving again, this time raw. There was no barrier between them. He needed to devour her, taste her. He wanted to feel every fucking inch of her body. 

All of her. 

Of this tempting young girl whose thoughts had kept him awake at night, taking cold showers and restless tossing in bed, craving her warmth, her touch. 

This longing was something he never felt before. And now that he finally had her, he needed no barrier between them. Nothing at all. 

Emma gasped as she felt the stretch, her hands reaching out to hold onto something, anything. The pain was unbearable.

"Mine!" She heard him growl possessively as he slipped in and out of her at a quick pace, going faster and faster. "Your body, your mind, your soul – all belong to me. No one can have you but me," He continued to thrust into her, each movement stronger than the last as he claimed her as his. "All mine!" 

More tears welled in her eyes but she desperately tried to hold them back, determined not to break down in front of him. Yet despite her efforts, low whimpers still slipped past her lips as he tore her with his strong thrusts. 

Emma gripped the sheets with all her might, her fingers tightened to the point of pain. He was tearing her apart! 

His needy lips soon began to trail down, his mouth working its magic on her sensitive skin. With a tender kiss on her toned stomach, he teasingly traced his tongue around her belly button. 

Emma's breathing quickened with a sensual rise and fall of her breasts as he continued to leave open-mouthed kisses all over her skin, marking her as his own. He was doing it flawlessly, just as any woman would dream of, but she felt hurt. She didn't want this. 

"Beautiful, you're so fucking beautiful," the words rolled off his tongue even before he could think. He's mesmerized. She addictively invaded all his senses. 

"So perfect," Kevin grunted, admiring the way her tightness felt around him. Emma sobbed as she felt his nails digging into her waist, holding her in place so she wouldn't shrink back again. 

'I might take a life as well.'

'Don't ever push me. I'll show you hell.'

"I own you!"

'You chose the pain.'

 

Her mind was in chaos. She couldn't think of anything else but his words that had frightened her terribly "A-ah," Emma cried out, her eyes closing in pain as his strokes got deeper. 

"Don't hold your breath," Kevin whispered on her lips, his cock slipping in and out of her repeatedly in a fast rhythm making the girl whimper silently with each thrust. She was in pain. Excruciating pain! But she did not beg him to stop. 

There's no point, he wouldn't listen anyways. He had no compassion, no mercy for her. Crying, she endured it all.

"Emmeline don't!" He warned again, seeing how she was now biting her lower lip hard in a desperate effort to muffle her cries. Yet, the tears began flowing down her cheeks, uncontainable and uncontrollable. 

Kevin slowed down, studying her face with a hint of concern. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her face flushed with emotions and she was barely breathing. 

It was obvious she was in a lot of pain. He knew he should have been gentle with her, but his desire for her consumed him entirely. 

However, seeing her tears, something inside of him stirred. Now some might label him a sadist, but he found her even more alluring in her vulnerable state. 

Young, inexperienced, and so naive in his world of passion and pleasure. 

Emma flinched as he leaned in and cupped her cheeks. She expected that he would hit her, move faster or hurt her in some other way, any other way but he didn't.

Instead, he brushed away the tears that were cascading down her eyes and kissed her eyelids gently, the saltiness seeping into his lips. Emma frowned at the gentleness. 

Her teary eyes slowly met his calming grays.

Eyes against eyes. Lips against lips. 

And the next moment, he pressed his lips on hers, kissing her slowly but with much intent. Fervor! Hunger! Savoring every drop of her as if she were the finest wine he ever had. 

Her whimpers drowned in his mouth as he began to move inside her slowly this time, his movements were a seamless blend of passion and tenderness, each thrust deep and deliberate.

Sex was nothing new for him but doing it with her was pure bliss. He had no idea why his heart was beating incredibly fast. Fuck! He had never felt this intimacy, this euphoria before. Kevin closed his eyes and kissed her deeply. His passion was unmatched!

 

Lips still pressed against hers, he gently held her fingers that were clenching the sheets and rubbed her palms with his slowly before intertwining their hands. 

For a moment, she forgot the terrible pain between her legs and all she could feel was the warmth of his touch and the way he was kissing her. It felt calming.

Much to her surprise, she could almost hear the vivid sound of his fast heartbeats. It struck her as odd. He was still a mystery to her. One minute he hurts her, strips her of her innocence, and the other moment he behaves all soft and gentle to make her forget the pain he caused. 

Emma soon realized he was trying to distract her from the pain. However, she refused to fall for it. With a quick jerk, she pulled her hands away from his and grabbed the sheets again, refusing to accept solace from her tormentor. 

Kevin's brows furrowed in response to her bold defiance. Pulling away from her mouth, he looked at her flushed face rather amused. Stubborn as usual. 

He chuckled huskily and shook his head. "You really want me to fuck this stubbornness out of you, huh?"

She didn't look at him. Although she had a sinking feeling that he would now hurt her even more, nothing could have prepared her for what he did next. 

Kevin pulled out, positioned himself, and pushed inside her again with one swift thrust. His gentleness was long gone. 

Emma cried out, her back arched in response to the unexpected invasion. He was extremely rough. 

Kevin's fingers combed through her loose strands and yanked her head up, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss this time while changing his pace, fucking into her quickly, the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts and the room echoing with the sounds of his skin slapping against hers.

Holding her one leg up and hooking it over his shoulder, he slipped into her deeper causing more tears to gush down her eyes. "I promise to make this a night you'll always remember."

A painful scream left her bruised lips as she felt him reach deep inside her. She put her hand over her mouth to muffle her screams but he grabbed her wrist and shoved it onto the mattress. The whimpers leaving those plump lips were a sweet symphony to him. 

"Let me hear you scream," Kevin snarled, his hot breaths brushing against her shivering lips. His grip on her flesh was extremely strong, turning her baby-soft skin red. 

"Look at me while I am fucking you," he commanded and kissed her bare shoulder, knowing from the way her body was trembling that she was reaching her climax. 

Emma arched her back, his touch triggering a new wave of sensations down her spine. Her toes curled uncontrollably, and her stomach ached. 

What was he doing to her? It was becoming intolerable. And then, in a rush of ecstasy, her body surrendered to his touch. 

Tears streamed down her eyes continuously feeling her body going lethargic from his rough thrusts. With no strength left to resist, she closed her eyes and allowed him to take control, to do as he pleased. She was losing herself. 

His curses and moans were piercing her heart and soul. Her hands gripped the sheets tighter to endure the pain however she didn't push him, not even once.

Kevin continued to fuck her for another hour or two. 

Because of the times he made her orgasm, her body became completely numb. Emma was almost unconscious when he came inside her yet again. Her fingers spread and curled, then spread again and curled, she was losing her strength. 

"Ahh," she winced, her screams having faded to whimpers and then utter silence. She felt his lips against hers for one last time before her vision blurred, and she passed out with his tongue still in her mouth and his cock still buried deep inside her.

"Fuck," his head tilted back. It took him a few minutes to calm down from the euphoric experience, eventually realizing she had lost consciousness. Kevin finally pulled out of her.

Silence! The room was deafeningly quiet now. 

There were no more lustful growls, agonizing whimpers, and squelching sounds. All he could hear was her subtle breaths and heartbeats. All he could see was her wet lashes pressed against her pale skin and her swollen lips. Her neck and chest had several marks of his brutality. She was still clenching the sheets, her fingers red and swollen from the force of her grasp. 

Still looking at her, Kevin took out a cigar, lit the other end, and placed it between his lips, thinking. The fact that she didn't stop him even once was surprising to him. 

She indeed stayed true to her words. 

"What the hell are you?" He muttered as his fingers delicately caressed her marked breasts, still puzzled by the way he treated her. Like a desperate man who had never touched a girl before. 

Sex wasn't a big deal for him; he could have as many girls as he wanted at once, but doing it with her felt different. 

Kevin knew he was rough with her. Seemingly torn between his desire to be tender and compassionate towards her and the intense possessiveness and anger that had overcome him. The disgust in her eyes drove him to the brink of madness. It was the look in her eyes that made him lose control.

Kevin put his cigar down and pulled the blanket atop her body, hiding her nudity from his gaze. Without a word, he got up—afraid he might take her again and went to the washroom. Kevin showered and got ready. 

Too disturbed to sleep, he chose to spend the night away from her and went outside leaving her alone and naked on his bed. Giving her a night she might never forget, a night that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

As the minutes piled on, she lay there, wrapped up in white sheets, beneath the silvery light. The moon and stars silently bore witness to her devastation, as he devoured her innocence and purity, akin to a ruthless beast. However, none came to her rescue. 

She bravely saved her brother, but couldn't save herself.