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Sheâd always been the sweet, shy typeâthe kind of girl whoâd smile at her neighbors and keep her head down in class. But there was a side to her she rarely let anyone see. A side that craved something darker, something that made her feel completely out of control. Sheâd fantasized about being dominated, about being taken by surprise and pushed beyond her comfort zone. But fantasies were just that⌠until one evening, everything changed.
It was supposed to be just another quiet night at home, relaxing after a long day. But as she settled on the couch with a book, she heard a knock at the door. She hesitated before answering, surprised to see her neighbor standing there. He smiled, making polite small talk, and then casually asked if he could come in. Without really thinking, she agreed.
They chatted for a while, his demeanor friendly but his eyes lingering on her a bit too long. There was something off, an intensity that made her skin tingle with both excitement and unease. And then, in a heartbeat, his tone changed. His gaze turned darker, more predatory. He moved closer, his presence suddenly suffocating.
âWhy are you so tense?â he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She stammered something, trying to laugh it off, but before she knew it, heâd backed her against the wall, his hand gripping her wrist. She struggled, but he was stronger, his body pressing against hers, trapping her there.
âStop,â she whispered, but he just smiled, his hand slipping down to cup her chin. He tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him. âYou donât really want me to stop, do you?â The question hung in the air, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Fear and arousal mixed together in a confusing, overwhelming rush.
Before she could respond, he kissed herârough, demanding. She gasped, trying to push him away, but his grip tightened, one hand tangling in her hair to keep her still. âYouâve been tempting me for too long,â he growled, yanking her head back to expose her neck. She whimpered as his teeth scraped against her skin, her pulse pounding wildly.
Every instinct told her to fight, to scream, to do something. But another part of herâthe part she kept locked awayâwanted to see where this would go. Wanted to feel what it was like to be completely powerless. So instead of fighting, she froze, letting him take control.
He pulled her down to the floor, pinning her beneath him. His hands roamed over her body, tearing at her clothes, ripping them off piece by piece until she lay there exposed and trembling. She shuddered, trying to cover herself, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his body heavy and unyielding.
âDonât move,â he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. She obeyed, heart hammering as he looked down at her, his eyes devouring every inch of her. âGood girl,â he murmured, and a strange thrill shot through her at the praise.
He explored her slowly, his touch firm and possessive, making her squirm and moan despite herself. When his fingers dipped between her thighs, she couldnât help the gasp that escaped her lips. He paused, smirking down at her. âYouâre already so wet,â he taunted. âI knew youâd like this.â
She shook her head, biting her lip to keep from making a sound. But he saw through her denial, his fingers slipping inside her, teasing her mercilessly until she was arching against him, her body betraying her need.
âYouâre mine now,â he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. âIâm going to use you, and youâre going to beg me for more.â
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldnât deny the truth. She did want more. She wanted him to take her, to push her further than sheâd ever gone. The shame and confusion only made the desire burn hotter, made her ache for something she couldnât name.
He took her roughly, his pace relentless as he drove into her, claiming her over and over again. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, blurring the line between pleasure and pain until she was gasping and crying out, unable to tell where one ended and the other began.
âTell me you want this,â he demanded, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head spin. She whimpered, shaking her head weakly. But he tightened his grip, forcing her to meet his gaze.
âSay it,â he growled. âSay you want it.â
âIâŚâ The words caught in her throat, her vision blurring. âI want it,â she finally whispered, barely able to get the words out.
He smiled, a dark, triumphant smile. âThatâs what I thought.â He fucked her harder, his hand still at her throat, keeping her right on the edge of consciousness. She felt herself slipping, her body trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
And then, just when she thought she couldnât take any more, he slowed, leaning down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to her lips. âYou did so well,â he murmured, stroking her hair softly. She blinked up at him, dazed and exhausted, the sudden tenderness almost more disorienting than the violence.
âRest now,â he whispered. âBut donât think this is over. Iâm not done with you yet.â
With that, he pulled her close, cradling her against his chest as if they were lovers instead of strangers. She lay there, utterly spent, confusion and desire swirling in her mind. What had just happened? Had she wanted it? Had she asked for it? She didnât know anymore. All she knew was that, somehow, she felt⌠safe.
And that scared her more than anything else.
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