He then lifted a leg and placed it over his shoulder before I felt his cock pierce my opening. "Cristo … " He shivered in absolute delight and whispered, "I love you, Cara." He then slammed his dick so hard that I managed to let out a muffled sound from the harsh impact.
He began to kiss me, forcing my mouth to open as he ploughed harder into me. He was incensed, grunting and groaning, as he opened my leg wider so he could go deeper into me.
I tried to push him off, but my strength was non-existent. It was as if all my energy had drained out of my body, deteriorating me to a paralyzed state.
I began to tremble as he fucked me harder. My tears flowed freely as I felt him come, expanding in my canal before squirting his load. He shuddered, kissing me, my body. Then he slightly pulled out before slipping back in, lavishing the feel of my pussy gripping him.
Murderous rage took hold of me. I wanted nothing but to kill him with my bare hands. My mind seethed, yet my body was too sensitive that whatever Juan did, my sex would reward him with more wetness. In turn, he believed it was an unspoken invitation to abuse me. He didn't seem bothered that he was fucking a limp, unresponsive woman. He lavished on the fact that I was powerless to stop him, violating me in every which way.
"St-" A feeble sound left my lips.
Juan paused from suckling on my breast before he moved close to my ear. "Shhh … " he whispered before he moved away from my body. His dark frame hovered, admiring his victim. He took a few minutes, roaming those beady eyes as if he was making himself hard by imagining of what he would do next. Then his eager hands fumbled around my dress as he gradually rolled it upwards and over my head, fully undressing me.
He then turned me over and placed two pillows underneath my belly, strategically parting my legs before he slipped inside me again.
"I'm making you feel good, cariña. Just savor it," he cooed, breathless. "You wouldn't be this wet if you didn't want me fucking you. Stop lying to yourself; you've been dying for me to fuck you." He panted like a dog as he pounded me with purpose. "I want you … I want you for myself." He let out a pleasured sound, gripping my hips harder as he pillaged my hole. "I'm going to keep you, carina. All I have to do is get you pregnant, then you won't ever leave me."
I was too out of it to bother with his maniacal promises. My mind turned to mush, then it went blank. I knew nothing but the feel of him drilling into me.
He went all night. I lost count.
He'd take a break. I even felt him wiping me clean. Then he'd fuck me again. I passed out with him still going at it, fucking me to his oblivion. He loved the high it gave him while I laid there defenseless, completely disabled to stop his onslaught.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Seven ten. The digital clock brightly glowed in my half-lidded eyes, drowsy and sore in places I didn't deem possible. My body ached. My head throbbed as if I had been whacked with something hard. I grumbled in pain and in confusion before I felt something trying to push against the crack of my ass, seeking for my swollen spot.
Then it hit me. All at once.
My body froze before I let out a raging, shrieking sound. "Get your fucking filthy body off me, you rapist!"
Juan stilled, facing me with a cruel, vicious look. "You're overreacting! You enjoyed it just as much as I did! You asked me to stop, but you moaned and offered me your body. You came so much around my cock, cariña. So don't go accusing me of rape when you loved it just as much. You pretty much begged me to do it."
I shuddered at his use of endearment. "You raped me, you stupid fuck! You took advantage of me. I couldn't function last night. I couldn't even move. I was going in and out of consciousness, and you took what wasn't yours to take!" I hatefully spat at his furious face. "You're right; I was begging. I was begging for you to stop abusing me! But you didn't fucking stop, not once." I was crazed. Hysterical. "The moment you had me in bed naked, you just went ham on me. You had no thought, but to exploit me to satisfy your needs. How could you do this to me, Juan," I accusingly eyed him with pure disdain. "I trusted you."
His eyes dangerously flashed at me. "I'm not going to apologize," he gritted out from between his teeth.
"Apologize? You think I want an apology after that you've done?" I huffed out in disbelief. "I want you dead."
He blew a gasket. "I did it for us, cariña!" he thundered as he got out of bed before he hunted his abandoned clothes and began dressing. "I did it for us. What you've been denying us to have! Be angry, hate me-I don't care. You're mine now! You can try to run, but you'll come crawling back. You're going to crave me and seek that feeling I gave you last night. You loved it, Cara. You loved being fucked and being used by me. You've wanted me. I've seen the way you look at me. Your eyes have been begging me to fuck you for so long now, so I did us both a favor and did what should've happened the first night we met. If I die today … tomorrow, it's still worth it. Every. Single. Second."