Revenge series: Twisted Revenge

Chapter 2

Peggy

I spread my legs apart feeling exposed as the man above me glazed at my panties.

Funny enough, I felt so horny under his lustful gaze. This was not new to me, being wild, being a bad girl.

"What? have your balls deflated? You can't take me on, can you?" I mock him just to reel him up.

If he was going to f**k me then he should get on with it. As long as he doesn't report me to the police.

"Your legs are trembling." He traces his hand down my thighs, sending an electrifying shiver down my spine. "Have you done this before?" he asked, and I gulped down in fear.

"No," I whispered.

"See you at the police station."

"What? no, you promised not to report me." I grabbed his hand, looking at him with a pitiful gaze in my eyes.

"Unfortunately, I don't f**k virgins."

"Then f**k me like you f**k other girls. Just don't tell on me," I begged and he frowned his brows.

"Why exactly are you persistent on getting f****d by a stranger?" He asked, obviously confused.

"My father will kill me." I replied, desperately.

"And who is your father?"

"Gabriel Adams." I answered and his body went rigid for a short while then his expression darkened like that of an angry beast.

"You mean Gabriel Adams, owner of Argon company," he reconfirmed and I nodded, slightly confused.

"Yes, I am glad that you know him. He is filthy rich and he is currently running for a political position. Any mistake from my end will have my life cut off from the world. So please, do whatever you want with me and don't report me to the police," I begged.

He grabbed my throat and began to choke my air out. "Sweetheart, you shouldn't go around telling people your father's identity. It could get you into big trouble." He smirked, while getting joy in the pain he caused me.

"I know and that's why I am begging you not to report me to the police. My father...he can't lose in the election. So please, don't do this to me," I cried harder.

I was afraid of my father, in fact terrified of him. The only way I could get away from him at home was to struggle for an admission to a distant school far away from London.

Even at that, he still monitored my moves. I had to be a restless bad girl in the shadows just to do what I wanted.

And I would do anything not to ruin this chance I have away from him.

"In that case, you will have to be my slut for the night. I am sure that you already know that I paid for a pleasurable service." He trailed his fingers up to my face and forced them inside my mouth.

"Yes, I know and I can take over her place. It's a win-win for both of us," I mumbled, feeling aroused by his fingers in my mouth.

"Being a good girl fits more. Look at how obedient you are." He plunged his deeper into my throat, choking me inside.

"Let's get down to work, Sweetheart. Turn around," he whispered.

I did as he ordered, anxious of what he would do to me.

Without warning he plunged into my p***y, tearing my inside with a force that made me scream.

I felt something trickle down my thighs, pain getting worse than before.

"See how thick your virgin blood runs. Ah, my c**k will be a mess tonight."

"please... wait...ah..." I screamed as he slammed in again, harder than before.

"Sweetheart, it would be no fun if you beg. You asked for this so take it as it is." he warned with a cold voice.

If I had known this was the pain I would go through in my first time, I would have reconsidered begging him.

I cramped my back, waiting for another of his impact but he went slower sending a string of unknown pleasure inside me.

"See, I am not that ruthless. You should have a little fun too." he thrust deeper in a way that made tears rolling down my eyes.

My tears were not that of sorrow but tears of excitement as my hormones released a whole new kind of pleasure.

He went deep three times, rolling his hip slowly in an amazing way that I couldn't explain.

But on the fourth thrust, I felt an electric spark course through my body and before I knew it, I was f*****g moaning.

It felt so good. His thrusts and increased pace sent an immeasurable amount of pleasure I thought I wouldn't be able to bear.

"Ahn...Ahhh."

"Ahng...ah..."

I constantly cried as he f****d me raw and hard.

He included spanks at some point mixing the pleasure with pain. Oh, heaven knows I could die from getting this much pleasure.

As I got to the edge, something exploded inside me, something warm and fantastic.

"I haven't even started and you are cumming already," He groveled, sticking my juice inside my anus.

"Please...wait...I can't...take it... anymore...ah..." my eyes rolled into my head as he slammed his c**k inside my p***y while his fingers handled my other whole.

"I am just being generous for now, sweetheart. The next hours will be your main hell," he muttered, plunging harder and harder until all I could see was stars.

He pulled out of me with a force that made me fall limp on the bed. Then, grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved his c**k inside my mouth so that I could taste myself.

I gagged from his constant thrusts. At some point I looked up at him with a glare in my eyes hating him for the pain he caused me.

He smiled wickedly and continued to punish me mercilessly.

All I could think of at this point was getting done with him. But with the way he thrust energetically, I doubt he would be done with me in any minute.

He brought out his phone and started to take multiple pictures as he cummed on my face, mouth and breasts.

"Say cheese for Daddy, sweetheart," he ordered.

"Chee...se." I crocked and he smirked with please.

"Now get back to your normal position."

I turned back, bending on my knees for him.

"Not like that," he yanked my hair and made me face him directly. "like this." He grabbed my legs and threw it on his shoulders then continued from where he stopped.

After a few seconds, my phone buzzed with numerous notifications. I tried to ignore it but he grabbed my phone from where I had left it on the bed and asked me to unlock it.

Once I did, a call came it and it was from my friend, Jordan.

"Answer it." he thrust making me gasp for air.

"Hello..."

"Where are you? We are about to leave."

"I...I...will be...ah..."

"What? Where are you? I am coming to get you."

"No...ahhh." I cried into the phone as the man above me slammed me harder.

"Wow, it seems like someone is getting wanked..." My bestie giggled into the phone. "Shut the f**k up, Emily." Jordan snatched the phone from her and ended the call.

After the call, I realized he made me answer that phone call just to humiliate me. Now that I look at him clearly, his eyes harbor a dark gaze, not if lust but of hatred, anger, bitterness and an emotion I knew too well, Revenge.