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He fisted her hair and yanked it towards Malfoy's room.
"America…"
His voice rumbled by her ear as he held her against the bed. "Pretty name. Too bad you're not as pretty."
She flinched. Only a tiny bit. But he still had to fucking comment. "Don't worry, I won't hit you America."
"Its Erica motherfucke-"
He smacked the base of his balm into her cheekbone, harshly, taking care not to damage the V shaped burn on her jaw.
"America…" He started
"I will turn you inside out."
He smiled a wicked grin. Tom didn't really comprehend emotions though. This was all for show. A play. To scare her. All to fucking scare her.
"I'm sure you— will."
He tugged at her pants.
"Fuckin.. pathetic ass -ahh- man like your fuckin father. Go -mm- to hel-"
She wriggled in his grasp. Her pants were fully down and his tip was on her clit.
Whole thing was ridiculous.
Riddle kept smiling. Definitely unsure but visibly confident. Like he had done this a million times.
"Oh stop it Valentine. This isn't rape. You want this. Get those silly little thoughts out of your ugly obese head."
Erica whimpered. Not fully in control but not fully out of it.
"Pathetic wormlike woman," they both thought.
Did she? Did she really want this?
She had no choice but to want it. Because the next thing she knew he was inside her, rubbing against the smooth warm wet walls of her cunt.
"Slut."
He whispered, as his grunts and her soft moans reappeared.
He was slow at first. But got faster and fucking worse and worse.
"No idea -ah- how you're still some -ah- virgin."
"The fuck.." Erica mumbled, cheeks flushed, tits out. "Wh- OH!"
He was long. Too long. He'd probably done some form of enhancement spell before the big day. A good 11 inches utterly destroying her vagina.
Engorgous Penistus she thought. It's just like him to make some spell to impress. She half snickered half cried, confusing that gorgeous ugly motherfucker.
Good.
Tom Riddle was no forbidden fruit.
But when Tom Riddle hit that one creamy sweet spot for the seventh time and she couldn't help it.
With the way his disproportionately large hand was now grasping both her breasts and the pressure oh the pressure of his knee on her aching hamstring.
She just couldn't help it.
Ms. Valentine let out her first mind-numbing orgasm.
But nothing from her partner. Her rapist?
No. That wasn't the right word. Maybe in a different situation with a different person. But not then and not with him.
Pretty evil man.
America sniffed as liquid dripped out of her pussy and leaked out of her eyes.
Fuckk him.
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