Pure evil.
“I thought that this was what you wanted, Winter,” he taunts. “You’re tough, right?” he asks as his thumb presses onto one of the burning areas.
I whimper, trying to get away but it’s impossible.
“Be strong,” he continues to push. I close my eyes against the pain. “Just think, if you wouldn’t have tried to fight back this could have been easier. But now… now I’m going to make sure that when you try to sleep tonight you feel my touch on you, the burn in your thighs that won’t recede even when you try to stick a pillow between them.” He thumps my cheek and my eyes pop open. “My brother ripped your pussy, but I don’t even have to do that to make sure that you remember everything I’m going to do to you.”
His cock nudges at my entrance. I’m not wet at all and he knows it from the grin that spreads over his face as he enters me. The doctor gave me clearance to have sex again a week ago, but it already feels like I’m about to be ripped apart again.
Agony moves through my shoulders as he thrusts in me hard enough to put more pressure on them. His strokes are long and hard, his precum finally giving me a little reprieve, though not nearly enough. His eyes hold mine the entire time, making sure I don’t forget who’s causing me this pain.
His hand slides under my thigh, his thumb moving up high enough to press into the inflamed area. He keeps his grip tight as he pushes my thigh up until my knee is nearly touching my chest.
I’m crying again, even harder this time. But he continues to fuck me and when his hand not forcing my leg up moves to my clit, I cry out. The friction is too much, too rough, and he knows it.
He pinches down on the nub and what moves through me isn’t an orgasm but a misery I’ve never felt in my life. It’s dry, twisted, and sweet agony, my pussy squeezing his cock. My airway grows hot, my chest tight.
Giovanni pushes on my leg harder, the strain so bad that I’m almost convinced I’ve pulled a muscle. His nails dig into my flesh and when I look at where he’s gripping me, I can see blood. He presses harder, until more blood drips down and then finally he releases me.
My leg flops to the ground uselessly, somehow both painful and numb at the same time. He swipes his hand through the little drops of blood before shoving that same hand into my mouth.
His fingers touch the back of my throat and I gag, my chest heaving.
“Are you broken yet, little girl?” he asks a moment before his hot cum drenches my pussy.