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Possession(3)

By:Jaimie Roberts


“Up,” he commands to his driver. “Drive home, but don’t fucking disturb us until I tell you to.”

“Yes, sir,” the driver says before putting up the visor.

I feel when the car starts to move and can see Drake studying me again. He inhales sharp breaths. It’s almost as if he’s trying to calm himself.

Then, he notices it. “Where’s your ring?”

I don’t say anything, but my eyes betray me. They land on my bag that was thrown in before me. Drake’s eyes travel to where I’m looking, and I watch as he opens my bag and combs through it a few seconds before pulling the ring out.

He motions to my hand. “Give me your fucking hand, and don’t make me ask you again.”

He’s so mad that I immediately bend to his will. With a shaky hand, I guide it towards his where he shoves the ring back on my finger. “I don’t ever want to see that off of your hand again.” He glares back up at me before inhaling sharply. “Was he telling the truth?”

I try pulling my legs up in front of me, but my dress rises up too high. I notice Drake looking, so I purposefully place my legs down and try to straighten my dress.

In an instant, Drake yanks my legs down, pulling them apart so he can get in between them. Feeling my stubbornness creep back up again, I hiss and buck underneath him, trying to get him off me. It’s no use. He’s too strong. Instead, he pins my arms above my head and catches my eyes again.

“I asked you a fucking question.”

Feeling angry, I blurt out, “No. He was lying. He had already fucked me. We were just about to get to round two when you so rudely interrupted us.”

Feeling his grip tighten, he growls down at me. “Is that so?”

“Yes!” I seethe. He can tell I’m lying, but doesn’t call me out on it.

“I will have to find out for myself then, won’t I?”

My eyes widen. I’m about to ask what that means when it becomes painfully obvious as he starts unbuttoning his jeans. Shaking my head violently, my voice trembles. “I didn’t mean it. I was lying. I’m sorry. Please don’t do this.”

Like a bolt of lightning, he hitches up my dress, and I feel when he positions his cock at my entrance. “Why do you disobey me at every turn? I have been waiting a millennium to get in between these silky thighs of yours, but you constantly want to fight me. Don’t you ever defy me again, Evelyn. And don’t ever deny me what is rightfully mine.”

With a growl, he pushes forward and the sting burns like a motherfucker. “No!” I cry as he pushes in even more. Bit by agonising bit, he gets deeper and deeper inside of me. Taking my innocence in the most fucked up, unromantic way possible. I want to scream at him. I want to fight him. But the only thing I can concentrate on is how much this fucking hurts. How on earth can anyone get enjoyment out of this? It kills.

Opening my mouth to sob, Drake captures it with his mouth. He darts his tongue in, coaxing me to open up to him. Slowly, as if knowing this is hurting, he starts moving in and out of me with unhurried thrusts.

He moans on top of me, letting me hear how much he’s enjoying this. I don’t want to be pleased by this, but somehow that sensation washes over me. The pain subsides, but doesn’t fully go away. It dials down to an acceptable throb—one which I welcome.

Breaking our kiss, Drake looks me in the eye with a brand new expression. His eyes are hooded, telling me how much he’s enjoying being inside of me. I don’t want the pleasure to come, but somehow, it does. The pain is still there, but he’s coaxing me to enjoy it.

Now, he’s commanding me.

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” he said with a strained voice. “Just remember, you did this, Evelyn. You did this. You made me do this.” And with a laboured moan in his voice, his movements become faster … more uncontrollable. “Fuck, Evelyn, you feel better than I ever imagined. I’m never letting you go.”

With that last sentence swimming in my head, he pushes faster, grunting and nibbling at the side of my neck. I lie there, trying not to feel the pain and also trying not to feel the pleasure. It’s no use. Both come crashing down on me, urging me to feel every single bit of him.

“Oh, Jesus! Evelyn, I’m going to come!” He screams as he groans out one more time before I feel something shooting inside of me.

It’s over.

I’m no longer a virgin.

I lost it to this tyrant of a man—one who has been waiting for me for six years. One who I have defied for the last four.

But, it was all my fault. Drake has made sure of that. I could have complied, but I went behind his back. Now, I have paid in the worst way possible. My punishment is now complete.