Hard fuck

Content Warning.: This chapter contains a rape scene. Please skip if you are not 18+.

Chapter Three: Hard Fuck

Ivanna’s POV.

“Stop! Why are you doing this to me?” I cried helplessly. “Why are you treating me this way?”

“Shut up, bitch. Why should I treat you nicely? You should be happy that I’m letting you taste my cock. Obediently shut up and let me thrust my cock inside your hole!”

Rocco stripped me naked and tossed me on the kitchen counter, fucking me from behind with his belt around my neck like a dog in chains.

“Let me go!!” I screamed. But he wouldn’t let me go. Never.

It’s been nine years since he took me out of the dungeon. It has been nine years since that tragedy happened. I had thought Rocco was going to take care of me and that he believed in me. I thought he was still the Rocco I created so many childhood memories with. But I was wrong.

That Rocco was long dead and gone. The Rocco existing now was a ruthless monster. And ever since he brought me to his house, he’s never let me breathe without feeling an ounce of pain.

He punished me every day with whips and his hands. As a maid, I had more chores than others, and it was all thanks to him and his father.

Today, he ordered for me and when I showed up, he began ripping off my clothes and venting about how he would never treat me as his mate.

It was a shock for me. Turning twenty and meeting my wolf, I had expected to find my mate. I had prayed he would be someone who could save me from my misery.

Why did it have to be Rocco? Over a million guys in the world. Why the hell did it have to be him?!

Now there was no chance for me to escape this hell. This was my hell, and he was the devil ruling it. I’ve lived the past nine years in pure misery, and it didn’t look like my luck was getting better anytime soon. I was trapped in it forever. At Twenty, we both knew we were mates. He never rejected me, and he vowed never to touch my disgusting self, but everything changed when I turned Twenty-four.

He took my virginity forcefully when I turned twenty-four and has been ruthlessly ramming my pussy since then. It’s been hours already, and I was beginning to feel very sore and shaky.

“Get on your damn knees,” he declared, pulling out. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. Because I knew what was coming next. “Good girl.” He smirked, releasing his hot seeds on my lips.

I licked it up and stood, but he dragged me by my hair and took me to the living room, hurling me onto the couch.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, licking up his fingers and using the wetness on my pussy. I did as I was told, and he forced his cock inside my pussy.

“Ahh! It hurts, please!”

“How the hell are you still so tight?!” He barked. “I can’t fuck you with ease. It’s frustrating.”

“Please, stop!”

“Shut the fuck up!” He grabbed my hair, going harder. I felt my insides getting bruised by his monstrous cock. How much longer will it take before he pulls out? I can’t take the pain anymore. And I could never adjust to the size and viciousness of his cock. Every time was as painful as the first time.

My legs couldn’t stay apart from the pain, and I always made the mistake of trying to close them.

“Stop doing that!” He barked, smacking my face.

Someone walked in. I couldn’t see who it was because I was being subjected to intense pain.

"Mark, don’t fucking stand there and watch me like an idiot. Come here and help me hold this damn girl’s leg. She’s stressing me out,” Rocco said angrily.

“Brother, you know I hate this. I hate when you treat girls like this, and worse if it’s Ivanna,” Mark replied.

Hearing Mark defend me was both saddening and funny. Because, after all, he was the son of June. The girl who accused me of killing Luna. She was now the Luna of the Pack, married to Alpha Dean. Mark was her son. The second Alpha prince of the pack.

What a twist, right?

“What are you saying, Mark?! Is she worth being called a girl, you fucking clown?! She’s just a low life. A fucking whore. A nobody. Imprint that on your empty skull and stop showing her any sympathy.”

“I fucking hate it when you do things like this. I hate it more when you drag me into your damn business. Leave me out of your business; I don’t want to get involved,” Mark warned.

“You have no say in this. You are just a low life like her. Come over here before you make me hit your face too.” Rocco threatened, and Mark finally indulged him. “Hold her legs tight. I need to find my release.”

“Please, I’m begging you. Stop doing this to me.”

“For goodness’ sake, bitch, shut your mouth and enjoy what is to come!” Rocco yelled in my face. “Hold her tight, fool. I am about to go in.”

“Ahhh.. Hah...!”

“So fucking tight. Don’t break my cock.”

“Ahhh.. please. It hurts!”

“Do you want to break my cock, you whore?” Rocco yelled again. “Drop her legs. I need to teach her some lessons.”

He turned me around and began whipping my ass with his belt.

Smack! Smack! Smack.

“Please, it hurts. I can’t take it again. Let me go. Please!”

“I won’t hit you if you are obedient. So now let’s get down to business, shall we? You can stop holding her legs, Mark. Now spread your legs.”

I did. And he continued fucking me. “Ahh. It hurts. It hurts so much!”

“Damn it, this bitch is so tight,” he grumbled after releasing his fluid inside me. He stood, buttoning his pants. “I need to invite Jax next time to help me loosen her hole.”

“Jax?” Mark asked. “Are you talking about the notorious Jax?”

“Yeah, bro. Who else?” Rocco snorted. They headed to the kitchen, but I could still hear their conversation, despite how much pain I was in.

“Jax is a crazy Casanova and a sadist. You can’t have him fucking your mate.”

“This bitch nearly broke my cock. I need someone who would help me widen her tight pussy. And who is better than Jax? Huh? I would have invited him today. It’s been months and her pussy has yet to widen.”

“Don’t do this, Brother. You’ve abused her enough. This has to stop.”

“You have no say in this, Mark. To me, you are a lowly trash. A one-night stand child born from a maid. Know your place and don’t overstep your bounds.”

I was weak and unable to move, but somehow, I dragged myself out of the room and headed back to the maid’s quarters.

I was limping, but no one paid attention enough to notice. I was totally invisible now, and I could still not believe it.

It felt like just yesterday when everyone would throw compliments at me and try to get closer to me. It’s crazy how fast things change. And it’s crazier how fast my life changed.

I got into the room that I shared with other girls and dragged my feet into the tiny bathroom to clean myself. I looked into the broken mirror to find a disgusting and horrible creature. Slowly, I had become a shadow of my original self.

I cried silently. It was all I could do. I had to muffle my cries, even when I wanted nothing but to scream out my lungs. No one gave a shit about me here. I had no family or friends, and I had been violated and raped. It hurts, but I had no one to talk to.

After crying for so long, I wiped my tears and started cleaning my body. Everywhere I touched, it hurt— my face, my body, and down in my pussy. It hurt like hell.

After making sure I was clean, I walked out slowly. Even though it hurt like crazy, I still managed to walk into the room and went to lie on my bed.

Tomorrow is another day. Another torturing day. I might as well get enough sleep to get me through it.