"So why the fuck do you need this room?" I ask. "You're not getting it up."
"Shut up, Ana. You wanted me and you're going to get me," Grey purrs, taking off his clothes.
Is he kidding? Yes, I wanted him, I admit, but I didn't think our first time would go like this. I dreamed of a vanilla night full of tenderness, but not of a hard fuck in the style of the Inquisitors.
Gray stands in front of me completely naked and proud and I involuntarily admire his flabby, wrinkled, but at the same time strong body. Black hair on his chest and around his nipples, sinewy neat arms, strong legs, the flexible body of a dominant.
"Take off your clothes," Christian whispers in a seductive tone and I freeze. I'm scared.
"You... you... a sick psychopath, a sadist..." I scream, trying not to show my fear, "never... a fucking maniac.
I run to the door, but his hands grab me. He turns me around and hits me in the face again. I feel blood in my mouth and fall silent. Christian rips my dress and throws it away. Then he drags me to the X-shaped cross and chains me to it. I'm defenseless, I'm in the hands of a maniac. The old man lets my hair down and steps away from me, searching for something in his devilish arsenal.
- Christian... Please don't, - I tremble and tears stream down my face, - I didn't mean to hurt you...
- You should have thought about what and to whom you were saying, - Christian grins, returning to me with a whip.
I swallow. Well, Miss Still, have you had enough? I mentally say goodbye to my parents, Kate, Mia, Jose and Jack...
The first blow lands on my shoulders and I scream. The second is on my stomach, the third on my chest. Gray's movements are precise, harsh, he skillfully wields the whip. Over time, the blows become harsher and more painful. I scream at the top of my voice from the pain, but strangely enough, these blows seem to relieve me of the pain that has accumulated in me since my life with my mother and Woody. This pain displaces the humiliations that Johnson inflicted on me. Soon the whip begins to tear my skin until it bleeds and Christian throws it away. He goes around me from behind, grabs my neck with one hand and directs the other down my stomach.
You re all wet, Anastasia. The girl is turned on by pain, Christian whispers, caressing me.
N no, I whine and immediately the grip on my neck tightens.
Little slutty liar. Do you like it, Gray purrs and appears in front of me. He frees my legs and throws them over his waist.
Then he abruptly enters me and I scream in pain. Gray s hands scratch my back, and his sharpened teeth painfully dig into my shoulders. Christian fucks me hard and laughs like a demon, enjoying my defenselessness and helplessness. To lose consciousness, not to let him finish... But his hot sperm burns me and Gray lets out a guttural growl, indicating his peak. He releases me and I fall to the floor, exhausted.
Gray smiles triumphantly and walks around me.
"You wanted this, Ana. Admit it," he purrs.
I whine and try to crawl away from him. Fucking pervert... I hate him.
"I didn't imagine it like this," I whisper, bending my legs under me.
"Let me guess. You wanted romance and tenderness, am I right?" Christian sits on the bed and crosses his legs. I nod.
"If you hadn't said too much, I could have given you a normal first night. But you started openly mocking my age and me. Remember: never ask me for anything. I'll give you everything myself. Girl," Gray gets up and goes somewhere.
I lie on the floor and cry. Alone again, unwanted again Oh God, why did I let this happen? My dreams were shattered. The handsome Prince Christian turned out to be a lustful, perverted cannibal
Suddenly I feel gentle touches on my wounds and they start to tingle slightly. Iodine, brilliant green? I open my eyes and see that Gray is sitting next to me and treating my wounds. What the hell?