Tainted desire

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ARIA'S POV

He was bad news. Damiano was bad news. F-ck bad news, he was psycho. H-He killed someone in front of my eyes just because that man kissed me? How could he? A-And he also tried to kill his own step brother, Alex. If he can go to that extent of killing his own family then why wouldn't he kill me.

Fear rushed through my vein and all the wild thoughts of Damiano killing me started invading my mind.

Alex was right to ask me get over of my silly crush otherwise I might get crushed. I should think about my life instead of my feelings. Staying here means inviting the death itself.

I will run away from here, yes I will. If I have any love for my life then I won't stay here. Tomorrow, I will escape from here and forget everything about that psycho Damiano.

Suddenly a loud crashing voice passed through my ears making me startled. I scurried my eyebrows and quickly rush to the direction from where that sound has came. My feet stopped in middle when I saw Damiano's room in front. I pushed saliva down my throat and decided to not bother at all but there was something which was pushing me to enter inside his room and check that if he's okay or not.

He maybe the Psycho but still I couldn't think about him being hurt. So after ignoring the little warning in my head, I opened the door of his room and peaked in and then what I saw, almost made the floor beneath me to slip. My heart ached for a moment and everything went still.

Damiano was completely covered in blood and fresh wounds and yet he was punching on the wall in this condition. My nerves froze in concerned and now, the only thing mattered was him.

I quickly ran to him. " P-Please..s-st-stop." I shuttered in a horse voice which was cracking down a bit but still he didn't stopped.

He didn't stopped hurting himself.

Even after all the unhealed bruises and wounds present on his body, he still punched the wall in full rage and crushed the alcohol bottle in between his fists which only resulted into dripping of more and more blood from his palm.

I paled and with uneven breathing, I just stood there sobbing.

" Y-you are hur-hurting yourself." I whispered and that's when he tilted his head to meet my eyes.

With murderously scary look on his face he took a step closer to me till our nose started touching each other.

" Why Do You F-cking Care?" He yelled and I shivered in fear while looking at my feat. His intimidating figure took a one more step near me.

" P-please?"

" Fine I'll not hurt myself." He said calmy and released a hot breath near my neck.

" But.." He added and placed a kiss on my jaw making me completely off guard.

" But for that you'll have to let me f**k you."

I froze. F-F-ck? It meant s*x, right?

I held an eye contact with him but he was no longer that Damiano whom I had a peaceful conversation with but instead this time he was that Psycho Damiano. His eyes were red and scary. There were no emotion in them as if he was beast and all ready to hurt me.

Pulling the bottom lips inside my mouth, I glanced at the fresh bruises present on his flesh. It hurted to see him in this condition where his body was covered in blood. I was shaking in fear but still after collecting enough strength, I tried to think clearly.

He will hurt himself if I will deny him, right? But h-how can I say yes? I-I mean s-x is so ew. I don't even properly know that what people do when they do it? I've never paid any attention in S-x Ed Class. Stupid, Aria, you should have tried to learn something about s-x at least then you weren't this i***t. But what can I do? Once my friend forced me watch p**n where a girl was sucking d-ck and I get so disgusted that I never again dared to know anything related to s-x.

My lips quivered and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I don't want him to hurt himself more but I too don't want to have s-x with him.

I nodded my head slowly and that's when his lips curled into genuine smile which no longer was panty dropping to me because now it seemed scary like any dark storm.

" B-But..let me c-clean the w-wounds." I shuttered.

He raised his eyebrows then in a next second, he took me up in his arms. I flinched and clenched my eyes shut. He put me down in sitting position on his bed which made me open my eyes and look at him who by now had placed the medical box in front of me.

I opened the box with shaky fingers and gently applied the ointments on his palm after removing the pieces glass. He didn't even reacted to show any pain and all he did was to stare at me with blank expressions as if he was trying to read me.

I wrapped cotton bandage around his palm and placed a small kiss on his bandage while passing him weak smile.

His body was too covered in bruises but before I had a chance to clean them, he pushed me to lie on my back. My breath caught up in my throat when he removed his shirt and hovered above me.

Blood rushed up to my cheeks and something weird started happening in my belly which was hard to explain in terms of word. There was a part of me which was telling me to run but still there was some hormonal attraction which was stopping me.

He traced his rough thumb over the corner of my lips and I forgot everything about the man who had stole my first kiss. There was this sudden craving for his lips to touch mine and complete me.

He plaster a lingering kis on my cheeks then captured my mouth, savouring every inch of it. His tongue shoved inside me while his fingers went inside my top and crease the bare skin of my stomach. I moaned in his mouth when he easily unclasped my bra and tore apart my top. I gasped but he quickly caught me off guard by placing open mouthed kisses down my breast.

My body was drowning in the pools of pleasure and my mind began becoming blank. There was nothing more I wanted- no I needed then his pleasurable touch over my naked body. Is this s-x? The feel of craving for touch?

He ran his fingers over a waistband of my skirt and buried his face on my chest, placing wet kisses everywhere. I moaned again and clenched bedsheet in between my fingers.

No words were exchanged neither any sound was audible except my harsh breathing and slight moans. And still I was enjoying as if I was on cloud nine. The pleasure was unexplainable.

He slide my skirt down along with my panty and after giving me one final kiss on my lips, he went down. My core throbbed for his attention and when he placed his hot lips on my already heated core, everything became like a firecracker. Yep, that exotic feels of firecracker which can stop the heart for a second.

His tongue ran along every corner making me crave for more. The pressure building inside me was intolerable, I wanted more of him.

I pressed my eyes shut in embarrassment when I saw him sliding down his Denim's zipper. Slowly pushing down my saliva, I realized that what was coming next. He was now going to push himself in me but will it hurt? Once a girl told me that the pain for first time was unbearable. Does Damiano know that this is my first time?

I panicked but before I could react in anyway, I felt a deep pain initiating through my v****a. I gasped and tried to move away but Damiano gripped onto my waist and pushed himself further into me, breaking my hymn. Tears stung down my cheeks at the immense amount of pain which had contracted my abdomen and thigh. He was big, too big for me. I-I couldn't... He'll end up killing me.

He was bruising me, I know the bloods were coming out of my v****a but still he didn't care about it and all he did was to thrust with such a pace that my body soon started limping. He was tearing me apart with his brutality.

I clenched my eyes and cursed myself for even thinking about him being hurt when all he did was to put me in pain. Why even in the first place, I agreed to have s-x with him. Wait, he wasn't having s-x with me, he was brutally f-cking me. Now I realize that why they say that there's a huge difference between s-x and f-ck.

I lost my virginity to that person who was nothing but the psycho monster.

If I'll be alive till tomorrow morning, then I wish to never see his face again in my life. He was nothing but the monster under the skin of Greek God. I maybe attracted to his looks but after all this, I feel nothing but hate for him who ruined my innocence.

My head started spinning and yet after various attempt, I wasn't able to move my body. It was like I was paralyzed.

My lips trembled and I looked at him through my tear stained eyes that maybe he will stop after witnessing my state. His eyes held an eye contact with me for a brief second, before his lips curved into perfect smile.

He wiped my tears and kissed my forehead while thrusting more deeper into me and this time I screamed in pain.

He's psycho, seriously he's the one. He needs medical attention more than anything else. How can he smile after watching my condition where I was suffocating under him? He should have stopped or maybe laughed evilly but instead of acting like a monster, he smiled? And that too he smiled in peace? What's wrong with him?

I am scared, now I am scared of him not because he was some cold hearted murder but because his mental state was not stable. He's freaking Psycho.

" You're my little doll." He smiled again, now placing a kiss on my nose followed by again kissing me on lips.

Doll? I blinked in confusion but my mind was already occupied by enough pain to stress about his words.

His one more thrust and suddenly blackness started spreading in front of me making my eyes drop shut.