Free Web NovelChapter 18: Your Pussy Is Gripping Me So Tight
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her spread thighs.
The thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance.
"Please..." Tears were streaming down her face now. "Please it hurts....please don’t...."
Sebastian leaned down, his face inches from hers.
"It’s supposed to hurt," he said quietly. "That’s the point."
He slammed inside.
Lilith screamed into the pillow she grabbed, her whole body jerking at the brutal invasion.
He was right. It hurt. God, it hurt so much worse than before. Her pussy was so oversensitive, so swollen and abused that every inch of him felt like fire.
But he didn’t stop.
Didn’t slow down.
Just set that same brutal punishing pace from earlier, pounding into her with relentless force.
"That’s it," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to add new bruises to the ones already there. "Cry for me. I want to hear how much it hurts."
"Please...." she sobbed into the pillow. "Please....too much....can’t...."
"You can," he said, his pace never faltering. "You will. Because this is what you are now. A fuck toy for three Alphas who don’t give a shit about your pain."
His mouth moved to her breast. Found her nipple.
Bit down.
She cried out, the sound muffled by the pillow but still loud enough that she worried his brothers might hear. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Sebastian sucked her nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, his tongue circling it while his cock continued to destroy her from below.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Pain and pleasure mixing until she couldn’t tell them apart anymore.
"Your pussy is gripping me so tight," Sebastian groaned against her breast. "Like it’s trying to milk my cock even though you’re crying and begging me to stop." He bit down again, harder. "Your body knows what it wants even if your mouth keeps lying."
He was right.
God help her, he was right.
She could feel it....the way her pussy clenched around him with every thrust, the way her body responded despite the pain, despite the tears streaming down her face.
Traitor.
Her own body was a traitor.
Sebastian’s pace became more erratic. His breathing rougher. His grip on her hips bruising.
"Fuck...I’m close," he growled. "Going to fill this abused little cunt up again. Add more cum to the mess already inside you."
"Please no..." she sobbed. "Please don’t.....please...."
He smiled down at her. That same cold, predatory smile from before.
"Beg all you want, omega. It won’t change anything."
He slammed deep one final time and came with a roar he didn’t bother to muffle.
She felt him pulse inside her, felt the hot rush of his release flooding her already-full pussy, mixing with what was already there from earlier.
When he finally pulled out, she collapsed completely, unable to move, barely able to breathe.
Cum leaked out of her immediately, adding to the mess on the sheets beneath her.
Sebastian stood up, tucked himself back into his pants, buckled his belt like nothing had happened.
"Rest up," he said casually. "Nicholas wants you in his office at midnight. Don’t be late."
Then he left.
The door closed behind him.
Lilith lay there in the gathering darkness and tried not to fall apart completely.
She’d survived round two with Sebastian.
But midnight was only a few hours away.
And Nicholas was waiting.
Twenty-nine more days.
How was she possibly going to survive twenty-nine more days of this?
She closed her eyes and cried silently into the pillow until exhaustion finally dragged her under.
***
The knock on the door came at eleven forty-five.
Lilith jerked awake, disoriented and aching. She’d fallen into an exhausted sleep after Sebastian left, her body too broken to do anything except shut down.
The knock came again. Firmer this time.
"Miss Thorne," a woman’s voice called through the door. "The Alpha is expecting you."
Lilith forced herself to sit up, wincing at the immediate protest from every muscle in her body. Everything hurt. Her hips, her thighs, her pussy....especially her pussy, still swollen and tender from being used twice in one day.
She looked down at herself.
Still naked. Still covered in dried cum and bite marks and handprint-shaped bruises. Her hair was a tangled mess. She looked exactly like what she was....thoroughly used.
The door opened.
An older woman entered....the same one from earlier, Mrs. Hallowell. She took one look at Lilith and her expression remained professionally neutral, though something flickered in her eyes.
Pity, maybe.
"The Alpha wants you in his office," she said. "Now."
"I need to..." Lilith gestured vaguely at herself. "I need to clean up first...."
"No time. He’s waiting." Mrs. Hallowell picked up a silk robe from a chair Lilith hadn’t noticed earlier and held it out. "Put this on."
Lilith stood on shaking legs and slipped into the robe. The silk was cool against her abused skin, luxurious in a way that felt obscene given what she was about to do.
Mrs. Hallowell studied her for a moment. "Can you walk?"
"I don’t have a choice, do I?"
Something that might have been approval crossed the older woman’s face. "No. You don’t. Follow me."
The walk through the estate corridors felt endless.
Every step sent sharp reminders through Lilith’s body of what had been done to her. The soreness between her legs. The ache in her hips. The tenderness of her breasts where they’d been bitten and sucked.
Mrs. Hallowell didn’t speak as they walked, just led her through the silent hallways lit by dim sconces. The estate felt different at night....darker, more oppressive, like the walls themselves were watching.
They stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.
"Alpha Nicholas’s private office," Mrs. Hallowell said. She knocked once, then opened the door without waiting for a response. "Miss Thorne, as requested, Alpha."
She stepped aside, gesturing for Lilith to enter.
Lilith walked through the doorway on trembling legs.
The door closed behind her with a soft, final click.
