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Pregnant with the devil

- Please! - I beg, practically throwing myself at your feet. - You can't treat me like this, not after finding out I'm pregnant. He leans into my space, so close that I can smell the spicy notes of his cologne. Then a dark smile comes across his lips. - And you want me to believe that you, a poor little rich girl, were innocent - He pauses dramatically and smiles as if I've just told a very funny joke - And a virgin? You didn't look like a virgin when I fucked you! He gives me that nervous smile again. - I don't want this thing, and I'm sure you don't either. Get a clinic and sort it out. Not that I think it's mine, really. A virgin doesn't act like you did that night, in fact, I honestly don't even remember, but if there's one thing I do remember, it's that it's impossible for me to fuck a woman who looks unwell, innocent or a virgin. I honestly ignore everything he says about me and just focus on my baby. "That thing" he just called my baby "thing" - I hate you. - My voice isn't a whisper. - If you think you'll ever be able to go back on that decision, you're sorely mistaken. You can shove that money up your ass, you son of a bitch. - I say it with all the strength I have in me. His jaw tightened and he looked like he wanted to break my neck, just like the first time. But now something flashed in his eyes, something different. He was uncertain of the accusations he'd made against me, and worst of all. He knew I was serious. He knew I'd never go back.

Curti_A · Urbano
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Pact with the devil

- More drinks? - He offered, walking towards a small bar in the luxurious room. He turned on the small stereo, which was playing Miss you love by Silverchair. I don't know why, but the calm beat of the music relaxed me a little.

I thought about refusing because I'd already drunk way more than I could handle. I'm sorry. - I swallow some of my humiliation, my voice soaked with raw shame. - I don't usually drink. I showed him the bottle of water.

- Really," he lowered his head to speak into my ear. - It's the first time I've seen you drinking at one of my parties.

Does that mean he noticed me before?

This can't be happening.

Ignoring the treacherous burn on my cheeks, I try to say something bold. - Actually, I want to enjoy the moment. - I gave him the sexiest look I could find. Jesus Mary Joseph! Where did that come from?

- Hum... a girl who likes to enjoy the moment. And what would you like to enjoy tonight, Nicole? - He slid his hands gently down my bare, crossed legs.

My whole body shivered. His hand was warm on my cold skin. He looked straight into my eyes as he slid his hand along the edge of my dress.

- So, Nicole, do you want to get out of here? Go somewhere more private? What do you say?

I was too tired of always being the model girl to deny it. For once in my life I wanted to be reckless, to do what I wanted without thinking about the consequences. I wanted to kiss him, to get out of there with him.

- You're not one to talk much, are you? - he whispered, as he moved closer to my ear again. - Don't worry, I'll put you at ease.

- You make me a bit nervous," I managed to get out. - And I'm also here with my friends, so it would be good to let them know.

I may have imagined it, but I thought I saw his mouth twitch before he answered with a soft negative.

- We're not leaving the cottage. Don't worry, I know your friends, they're probably having fun too.

He put his hand to my cheek, giving me no time to decide. Next to my ear, he brushed my short hair back. Then he smiled. I put my trembling hands in his, we stood up and started walking. He rested his hands on my back, next to my buttocks. That simple gesture made my cheeks burn and a latent heat run up my legs. Luck didn't take his hand away and kept guiding me

- Come on, this way.

I wanted to avoid making any mistakes because of the drink, like throwing up on him or feeling pressured to do something I didn't want to. But I felt bad when I saw him pour two glasses. So I accepted, in a gentle way.

- So here we are, alone. Two people who like to seize the moment. - He smoothed my shoulders up and down, looking directly at my lips.

- Yes. - I bit my lips, returning his gaze.

He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me deeply, stealing my first kiss. Apparently he's a decent kisser, but definitely not what I expected from a first kiss with Luck. There's no passion, no spark, no fire. Apart from the fact that his mouth tasted of cigarettes and booze. Actually, I didn't mind, my breath must have smelled of whiskey too. I returned the kiss with the same intensity, his hands roaming around the edges of my dress. He finally paused the kiss, giving us a chance to breathe.

I actually thanked him.

Luck took the glass from my hand and rested it on the bar, calmly unbuttoning his blouse. I noticed that he had a lot of tattoos and a sexy, defined body, despite being thin.

- Do you like what you see? - He let out a perverted laugh. His voice was hoarse with arousal. - I want to see you now.

What? Did he want me to take my clothes off? I was so nervous that my mouth went dry and my hands trembled involuntarily. Shame on me, if I leave, he'll hate me.

With his lips pressed into a hard line, he shook his head as if he were upset.

Then he came closer, kissed the back of my neck and untied the laces of my dress.

The truth is that I've been waiting for this all my life. But it just seems wrong to happen the way it's happening. How could I take the next step with him if I'd never kissed him, apart from the stolen kiss we just had?

- Luck... - I managed to let go.

I know, I wanted it, but how could I ask him to stop? I wasn't prepared, I barely kissed him when we met?

What do I do?

What do I do?

- What is it? - The focus turns to me, curving his perfect lips towards me, his disdain obvious. He interrupted his kisses on my shoulder, looking impatient, turning around, holding my face possessively and staring at me. - Don't worry," he says. - I know you want this as much as I do. - And he continued kissing.

Well, the time has come. Tell the truth, Nicole. Tell him you've never had sex with someone, tell him you'd at least like to get to know him better.

I don't say anything, trusting him to notice my rigid posture. But no, he continued to kiss me ardently and I did my best to make my brain understand that it was supposed to be good, that I was supposed to like it. Because it was Luck after all. That's what I wanted, right?

Unfortunately, I felt that Luck had loosened my dress enough for it to fall to my feet. He took off my clothes and I stood in front of him in my panties. My face flushed, getting so hot it hurt.

He grumbles, dissatisfied with something. Possibly with my shyness. And back onto my back. The movement pushed my ass onto his hard cock. First, both of his hands grab my hips, holding it there, both cheeks making his cock fit perfectly.

Fuck, that scares me. He looks big and I'm very scared. I feel nothing but awe.

-"Feel what you do to me," he grumbles, flexing my hips.

Then he releases one of his hands and pinches one of my breasts. I moan, but it's definitely not from pleasure. The nipple of my breast burns, it hurts.

I let out a muffled sigh when I realized where this situation was going.

He began to stroke me over my panties; my body instantly tensed up. I felt his thin, cold fingers find their way through the sides of my panties, dancing between my folds to find the final path.

Luck must have read something in my expression, because he added annoyed.

- You're not horny," he said, frowning. He pulled hard on my lip and I instantly tasted rust in my mouth. I let out a moan, which wasn't one of pleasure, as the pain of his bite ravaged me. Fuck, he drew blood.

- I'm going to fuck you in every possible way. - And he laid me on the bed, on top of me.

He kissed my neck and went down to my belly, circling my navel with his tongue. He again massaged my core over my panties, then pulled them aside and slipped his finger in.

- Ahh!" I let out a cry, which was definitely not one of pleasure. I pulled my hips away, surprised by the pain. I lifted my torso, propping myself up on my elbows, and watched him stare at me predatorily.

- You're so tight! Fuck, I don't know if I'm going to last long when I fuck you.

Luck literally ignored my cry, which obviously wasn't one of pleasure.

He quickly unzipped his pants and I heard the noise of the aluminum packaging being opened. And I didn't even look, I was incapable of looking at him now without disgust and fear in my gaze.