Forced Seduction

Chapter 3: He's Sorry

Carina’s POV

“N-no, I’m begging you to stop…take it off!” I cried as I pushed him away from me but he just didn't listen and he put a tight rope on both my hands again, “Ugh…help…” I cried for help, but what is this feeling? Why do I feel so hot every time he is inside of me, my tears continuously streaming down my face? Why does it feel so good? He's handsome, rich, and the most reputable man in the country! Why is he doing this to me? He can have all the girls he wants! But why me?

He opens my legs wider and he is devouring my body so much that I can’t help myself but squirt and moan loudly while crying.

I'm leaking again and trying to hold it together, but the more I do, the harder he f*cks me and the deeper he bangs me. I stare at the blank wall and close my eyes since my body seems to appreciate the pleasurable movement with him.

“I am so t-tired, please, let me go…” I begged him and he just smirked at me, then I began to have one more orgasm again.

"I'm sorry for taking you this way..."

“I can’t…” I closed my eyes and I could feel his hot and sticky semen on my butt cheeks, then he carried me to his bedroom and put me in the shower.

“Hmm…” I mumbled as soon as I touched the hot water and he was behind me. I could feel his hard c*ck rubbing my a$$.

and I moaned softly as he pushed me onto the wall while my back was facing his hard c*ck and he entered his d*ck again in my painful and sore v****a.

“Ugh…” I kept moaning and sobbing.

“You are so hot, your body is mine.” he said while banging me continuously, “The first time I saw you, you awakened my s****l desires… there are a lot of imaginary things about what can I do with this smoky hot body of yours,” he added and he licks my earlobe, he holds my legs to have him a wider entrance while he is f*cking me.

I'm continuously yelling at him and pushing him away.

However, all I can hear from him is his enticing moan.

“Oh, god, you are so wet…you like it?"

“Ugh…Ugh…stop…yes, I like it! But you need to stop!”

"I'm sorry..."

Then I just felt so exhausted and I could not hold it anymore, so I passed out during our s****l intercourse.

I wake up on a soft and warm bed, the room is not so familiar to me. Then it flashed into my mind about what happened to me earlier. I hugged myself and my heartbeat increased as I watched the man, sleeping soundly and who had just used my body for his pleasure. I liked it, but I feel so disgusted right now! I don't want to see his face anymore, he forces me to do things that I don't want to do. At first, I didn't want it, but he seduced me, then I gave in. Oh my god! I'm such a fool woman!

I embrace myself and notice that I am wearing an oversized T-shirt, so I dash out the door as quickly as I can and leave him in his room.

I took my purse and exited the building.

My body aches, I have a headache, and my womanhood throbs and aches.

Why would a man like him do such a thing to me?

When I got home, I started crying and sighed as I remembered what had happened to me; I had never liked it before, but why had I let him do that to me?

Maybe being an artist isn't really for me, so I opened my phone and booked a ticket to leave this place.

I wish I had listened to my parents and simply accepted the position of managing our business farm.

I started packing my things and changed into a pair of pants and a basic white t-shirt. My tears started to pour as I glanced at the over-sized white shirt he gave me while I was sleeping, and I didn't want everyone to know about it. I placed the T-shirt in my luggage and started to leave my apartment, but before that, I stared at the paintings I used to adore, but something about them reminded me of what happened to me.

I wipe my tears away and my heart is so heavy as I start to leave the place.

I called my mom but she didn't answer her phone. I checked the time, it was already 4 am and I sighed, too early to call her, so I just left a voice message. “Mom, I’m going home.”

I started walking while carrying my luggage and then took a taxi to the airport; the guard only checked my passport and his face was concerned about my appearance because my face was not in a good mood, and my eyes were red from crying all the time.

“Miss, Are you all right?"

"I'm all right," I replied, and he handed me my passport. I sighed as I waited at gate 11 while waiting for my flight.

"Someone wants to give this to you, Miss..." My hands trembled and shook as I grabbed the small brush and stuffed it into my handbag, which was handed to me by a guard.

Is he following me all the time? Oh, f*cked.