"Moan."
The sound of his large palm that landed on my buttocks echoed in the room but I managed to muffle my voice from escaping my filthy mouth.
Filthy, for letting this cruel bastard kiss me. Another smack on my butt cheeks made my eyes shut close tightly. It was painful and yet sickening as it thought, I feel utmost pleasure with the pain he is inflicting on me.
It wasn't my first time being held roughly, but it is the first time that it felt like that I'm getting what I truly deserved. Maybe because it's him...because it is none other than Aiden De Miero, who is treating me roughly tonight.
It feels like through this...through the pain he's giving me, through his undying rage and hatred towards me, I am paying for the sin I did five years ago. The sin that kept haunting me every single time I see that person's lonely...no, rather lifeless hazel orbs while staring at the tangerine-colored sky.
"Moan loudly, slut!" Another smack on my already reddened skin was made, but this time I couldn't stop myself from letting out an almost pornographic sound when he roughly railed me with his hard member from behind after he slapped my butt cheeks. The mixed pleasure and pain were too much for me to handle, so I gripped tightly on the disarray sheets of my bed while begging him to slow down.
"Slow d-down, Aiden! You're T-too... D-deep!" I cried. Literally. Tears rolled down my cheeks when he takes a hold of my chin to make me face him. His eyes glaring down at me are filled with mixed emotions. One is hatred. Two is lust, and three, satisfaction.
Satisfaction to see me writhing beneath him. Satisfaction on defiling my sinful body. Satisfaction on hurting the sinner me.
His hips mercilessly moved back and forth as he grabbed my waist tightly, enough for his fingers, - that used to ruffled my hair gently, to leave marks on my pale ivory skin, while he crushed his lips on mine, kissing me by force. And yet...totally succumbed to pleasure and pain, I respond to his rough kisses with equal passion, with equal hunger.
I let his tongue that seeks entrance have its way inside my mouth. His teeth biting my lips harshly, and sucks them gently after he tasted my blood. My behavior is unseemly to what it should be because I couldn't help but feel good. With our bodies entwined together, my mind is going blank.
I couldn't think anymore. I just clung to this man who loathed me the most... Almost desperately, as if he could give me the salvation I needed for taking the life of his only family. It was as if, by letting him do whatever he wants on me, it will be enough to pay for the sin I made five years ago.
It wasn't enough.
We both know that this is not enough punishment for what I did. As long as those lonely orbs were lifeless while gazing at the endless void, I wouldn't be saved from the depths of hell that I am into.
He pulled away from our kiss, giving me a chance to breathe. And for a moment, I thought I saw longing crossed his eyes when he stopped thrusting his hips and flipped me on my back, making me face him and buried himself inside me again.
"D-don't stop..." I said desperately, almost begging like a real slut.
He laughed. A taunting one. And as the light on his eyes grew darker, he gazed at me dangerously as if what I said just now, woke the demon lurking inside him.
His fingers found my hair, tugged on them tightly that I couldn't help but tear up when I felt the pain those long calloused fingers has caused me, while he roughly thrust his hips back and forth. He buried his thing inside, wanting to reach the deepest part of my insides.
"Zach... Does that feels good, hmm?" He asked, calling my name for the first time that I only answered with a high-pitched moan when he continuously hits my sweet spot.
I gasped when I felt his hand on my unyielding erection, stroking it in rhythm with his body ramming on mine.
"Aiden s-stop it! D-don't touch me!" I cried in panic while trying to push his hands away but he claimed my lips instead and continuously ravage my lewd body.
Wrecking me viciously. Until my insides were filled with his seeds and my body covered with mine.
He remained on top of me for a moment to catch up with his breath before he pulled out from my throbbing insides. He took his clothes without a word, took a shower, and left like nothing happened. While I just remain staring at the glass window of my room, a river of tears is streaming down my messy face.
And in my head, it is filled with nothing but questions about,
Love.
Relationship.
And Cupid's bullshit.