It would be stupid not to...

...yet the fury in her heart raged out of control, and she couldn't help herself. She swung her hand, aiming for his face. He simply grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the matress. He slapped her again, on the other cheek. At the same time, he thrust into her womanhood, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She felt his girth stretching her open. She bit her lip, struggling not to make a sound.

"You're mine," he growled, sliding out of her slick sex and then thrusting in again. "You belong to me." He wrapped his fingers around her throat once more, squeezing with his large hand. He thrust harder into her, each stroke sending bolts of lightning through her lower body.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried out, meeting his thrusts with her own bucking hips. "F-fuck meeee!"

It was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust into her as she cried out his name.

He grabbed her hair and yanked it to the side, his teeth clamping down on her neck like a predator with its prey. His free hand grabbed a nipple, yanking it brutally. She shrieked and writhed as she tried to relieve the pain in her chest, but it did little good.

All the while, he kept fucking her.

"Yeeeess!" she screamed, squeezing her legs together around him.

She felt so full, stuffed to the brim with his big cock. She tried to grind against him and **** him deeper, but he held her still. Faintly in the back of her head she realized just how easily he held her down. It felt wonderful. He rocked into her, slowly, methodically. With every thrust pleasure spiked through her, while his fingers unleashed delicious **** on her chest until she thought she might go insane.

Almost unexpectedly, she climaxed. Her entire body went rigid. Pleasure washed over her, threatening to drown her. Lucas squeezed down on her throat once more, strangling her shrieks of pleasure into **** chokes. Lucas kept thrusting, his pace not slowing down once as she writhed and bucked under him.

She reached down to rub her clit, **** for more. Lucas slapped her hands away and replaced it with his own, strumming her pearl with expert fingers. He thrust into her so hard she was incapable of doing anything but take his pounding. Finally the tide of ecstasy broke, leaving her panting and dazed.

But Lucas was not done yet. Another slap to the face brought her back to her senses and he pushed into her once more. She could not resist him and found her body coming to life once more. Her walls clamped down on him as he slid in and out of her, the tip of his cock seeming to hit every last sensitive spot on each stroke.

The pressure started to build once more and she moaned in anticipation. His thrusts started to grow wild, no longer that of a controlled man, but rather a beast whose time was running out. He fucked her harder and harder, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he said, his voice strained. "I'm gonna fill you up... when I come inside of you."

A tiny voice in the back of her mind woke up at that. It was saying something, something important, but she could not make out what it was. Another thrust. He was fucking her, everything was wonderful. When he came inside of her, it—she gasped in sudden realization.

"N-not inside!" She managed to **** out. "Pleeaase!"

He bared his teeth as she dug her fingernails into his chest. For an instant, she was sure he would ignore her plea. Perhaps it was her tears, or the look in her eyes that finally convinced him, but he pulled out, and only just in time. His cock began to pulse a heartbeat later, spurt after spurt of his cum spilling over her stomach and breasts, covering them in his pearly seed. The heat of it almost scalded her skin.

He collapsed on top of her. The weight of him on her chest felt right and she couldn't help but hold him close, trying hard not to cry, and not understanding why.

Her mind was a whirlpool. It had been excruciating and terrifying and disgusting... and yet she wasn't sure she would be able to keep herself from coming back. What was happening to her? Just barely a week ago she had been the respected eldest daughter of a baron, and now she was... what? Some kind of harlot who got off on being slapped around? How had everything gone so horribly wrong?

But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst of it was that some part of her, deep down, wanted more. It wanted him to use her again, to **** her, to hurt her. It made no sense, none at all.

Lucas rolled off her and laid beside her, gazing at the ceiling. "Are you all right?"

That just made her tear up all over again. She wanted to scream at him. All right? No, of course she wasn't all right. But she couldn't very well tell him that, now could she? She didn't know what his response to that would be, but she knew with absolute certainty it would be the wrong one.

She gritted her teeth in frustration. Why couldn't he just be a bastard all the time? That'd be so much easier to deal with. Surely even he knew how wicked this all was? How wicked she was? Waves of shame crashed over her. She didn't deserve anyone's concern. It was all one big farce.

"I'm fine," she said instead.

Lucas turned his head to stare at her, as if trying to read her mind. She gave him nothing, and after a time, he gave up. He sat up, with his back towards her, and reached for his trousers.

"There's a bathroom through that door. You can clean yourself up in there, if you want," he said coolly. "Then you should probably leave."

"Fine."