Page 8 of Sinful Enemies

“You hurt me,” my voice trembles, “you took something that wasn’t yours.” My shoulders shake as tears flow down my cheeks.

“What?” the words get caught in the back of his throat.

“I’m a fuckingvirgin, I haveneverbeen touched and you…” I begin to shake again.

“Baby,” his voice is hushed as he leans across towards me, and as much as I want to move back, I don’t.

He crawls onto the bed, hand cupping my face and I find myself leaning into him.

“Let me make it right… I’m sorry,” he whispers as his face is close to mine, lips brushing delicately. “Please,” hebegs.

I nod slowly, and I am internally screaming with myself.

“Let me love you,” he whispers, wrapping his fingers behind my knee and slowly pulling it straight. He repeats with my other leg before he lays me down on my bed. “I never meant to hurt you,” he breathes as he lays his body against mine.

“But you did.”

“And I’m sorry…” his lips are on mine as he discards my shorts down my legs, his fingers gently circling my swollen and sore clit. I tense, a hiss escaping past my teeth.

“It will only hurt for a moment…” his tentative words relax me, his lips kissing across my eye lids, my cheeks, my nose, my lips. “Do you trust me?”

And I nod.

Rage bubbles in my stomach.

I know we shouldn’t be doing this.

His lips continue their decent, wet and soft and featherlike before his lips arethere.

Kissing me on my sensitive clit, kissing my inner thighs as he edges a finger into me ever so slowly.

“Let me make it better… let me kiss all the pain away.”

And again, I find all I can do is nod, inhaling deeply as he removes his finger from me and thumbs his cotton shorts down, his cock bobbing.

My eyes widen and I choke on my intake of breath.

“There is no way.”

“Trustme.”

I nod, over and over as he lays over me. One hand curled around my knee as he pushes it towards me, the other cupping my cheek as I feel a sting, then a burn as his cock edges in, inch by inch and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Fuck,” he groans, pushing up and looking down and he isn’t even halfway in.

Rolling his hips, he slips a little further and my back arches as a burn radiates through me.

“You’re doing so well,” his ice blues land on mine as he kisses a tear away as he breaks through my innocence with a hard thrust.

Roll.

Fuck.

Thrust.

It hurts.

Roll.