My Cursed Sadistic Alpha

CHAPTER 4: Forced

　　Athena

　　Warning: 18+, strong mature content ahead

　　He forced his way inside of me with one swift thrust.

　　I screamed out loud, unable to ignore the pain that slashed through; Every cell of my body froze and it felt like he'd ripped me into two with his length. I'd never been with a man, but for a virgin, his size and the force he used to penetrate me were too much.

　　More tears slid down my face, making a mess. I felt torn down there.

　　A satisfactory growl left his mouth and he pulled himself out before he hammered his way inside once again but with double pressure.

　　My body jerked in pain and I screamed once again, "Ah!"

　　And then he began moving in and out. Giving me no time to adjust to his size or the pain.

　　His animalistic pace made the bed shake and squeal underneath us. My body was vigorously trembling, I couldn't even move my hands because Sebastian had tied them so hard.

　　He used his free hand to grope my breast and pinch my n****e. The stinging pain erupting on the skin hit straight to my core. The humiliation, sorrow, helplessness—All the emotions made me ever more miserable.

　　I couldn't take it. It was hurting so bad.

　　"Stop it, please." I cried out.

　　"I am far from stopping, Athena. Brace the pain, 'cause it's what you are going to face every day." He slammed his c**k deep within me, hitting spots that made me see stars behind my eyelids.

　　"I beg you, Sebastian. I can't take this anymore!"

　　"You have to take this. Do you f*****g hear me?" He spat and leaned closer to my face; All I saw in his blue eyes was hatred.

　　"This is what is your destiny. You are my slave, an object for my pleasure; I'll use you every day and night like my slut. Get this in your head." He relentlessly dove in and out of my pušsy, not even caring the slightest bit for the pain he was putting me through.

　　He was like a sadist monster who only knew how to fulfill his hunger; Indeed he was a sadistic monster.

　　He continuously moved in and out. My pulse increased, my heartbeats were at a rapid pace, and my sweat-covered body begged for an escape. There was nothing romantic or pleasurable in this encounter; It was bloody painful, yet in this trauma, there was a need for a release too.

　　"You are my property, Athena. I'll use you in every way I desire, I'll control you the way want; Your tears, your screams, your scars they are all mine," His claws dug into my hip, drawing blood, "And you don't have a choice other than submission, do you?" He raised one of his left eyebrows in amusement and kissed down my neck, leaving his marks all the way along.

　　"I wish I had never met you." The sob automatically left my mouth, tears ran down my cheeks.

　　I couldn't describe my pain. The truth stung that my own mate was taking me without my will. f*****g me like a cheap slut he owned.

　　"Wishes never come true," He chuckled darkly, "But nightmares do."

　　I sobbed, looking away from him, avoiding watching his face; I buried my face in the pillow, crying in helplessness.

　　It was painful. The way he was using my body without a tinge but of emotion, any care or tenderness—It was the most painful feeling ever.

　　At least not looking at him would help me bear all of it in silence but he didn't let me do that too.

　　He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. His grip was so harsh that I felt my skin burn; Surely he'd left his finger marks there.

　　"You can't hide from the pain, Athena," He mercilessly pounded his length in and out; Hitting so deep that I could feel him in my stomach.

　　"Please..stop it," I begged, straining against the restraints to free myself but he did not listen to me.

　　He grabbed my breast and squeezed it hard, leaving the marks of his fingers there as well.

　　Despite my denial, my walls clenched around his c**k; Released more juices, milking it. And then I felt myself reaching the c****x; The release hit me like a swashing wave but he did not stop.

　　He bit down on my lip, slapping the sides of my thighs and digging his claws into my skin. My blood seeped out of the wound and as he dragged his nails downwards, a loud scream tore from my throat in pain.

　　But he didn't quit there, he moved his mouth and bit my breast hard. Another cry left my mouth.

　　He was intentionally hurting me to satisfy his sadistic desires.

　　How could he hurt me so much and not give a damn about it? He was my mate....

　　Moments kept passing but his torture did not end. He kept using my using, leaving his marks that were going to haunt me forever; My blood covered the white bed sheet, and my wounds and the excruciating pain remained as a witness—He was lethal; A sadistic monster.

　　My body reached the release a few times but the anguish was greater than all of it.' There was no pleasure in it, it was all pain and torment.

　　And after more than an hour-long of torture, he finally groaned and I felt the pulse of him within me, his face slackened and pupils thinned as he spilled his seeds inside of me.

　　He remained seated inside for a while, calming down his heavy breathing as the drops of sweat glided down his muscular figure, dark hair hung over his forehead, and his lips remained slightly parted. His eyes closed for a while as he took in a deep breath, throwing his head slightly backward.

　　The sight of him could have been ethereal if this wasn't r**e; If this wasn't him stooping this low and taking my virginity like this.

　　He finally pulled himself out of me and freed my hands from the belt, and without another glance at me, he slipped on his clothes and walked out of the room, leaving the door shut and me suffering in silence once again.

　　I gathered myself to sit up, my eyes moved to glance at the blood between my legs and his c*m seeping out of my swollen gap before I began to notice all the cuts and marks all over my body.

　　I felt disgusted.

　　My hand moved to suppress my sob with my hand; The tears streamed down my face.

　　How could he do this to me?

　　My whole body ached, and my blood was everywhere on the bed, but what hurt me more was this all this was not done by any other person.....it was my own mate.

　　"What did I do wrong moon goddess? What did I do that you have written my fate like this? You say mates are supposed to love each other, a part of our soul who'll never hurt us, go beyond every boundary for us..." A loud sob tore through my throat, "Is this what you call love?" I looked at the full moon through the open window.

　　Just like all the other times, none of my questions were answered. I was forced to suffer in the very familiar silence.

　　The more I looked at the marks Sebastian have left on me, the more the pain would increase.

　　My tears wouldn't stop; The questions wouldn't stop bombarding inside of my head.

　　I wanted to get rid of his scent on me. I wanted to wash away every trace of his touches.

　　I gathered the strength to get up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. I almost fell to the ground because of my lack of strength but somehow I managed to reach the bathroom and got inside the shower.

　　Soon as the water hit my skin, the burning sensations cut through. My blood washed away with the water, the cold water soothed the wounds after a while, and the scent of him lessened but the flashes of the event were now what began haunting me.

　　Pressing my hands over my mouth and back against the shower wall, I finally let out the scream I had been keeping inside of me till now. Crying because of my misery and praying that...somehow all this would turn out to be a nightmare and not a bitter reality.

　　But this wasn't a nightmare. It was the truth.

　　"I hate you, Sebastian. I hate you..." With that, I slowly fell into darkness.