Captive by My Lustful Enemy

Estella Verena’s POV Everything happened so fast. Just a moment ago, I was leaning against the bar, and now my tongue is tangled with that of a stranger I’d only met minutes earlier. The next thing I know, I’m in a bedroom, my body being slowly stripped bare by the man who calls himself Killian. He can’t hold himself back any longer and tears the red dress right off me. “Careful,” I tease, laughing airily as his eyes flare hotter. “I’m not going anywhere.” But my laugh dies into a breathy moan when he palms both of my ass cheeks and grinds me hard against his c**k. He lays me down on the bed, still standing at the footboard, slowly pressing his thick length against me. “So that’s all it takes to shut you up,” he says with a smirk. He keeps pressing, deeper, harder, until desire floods through my veins. I lose count of how many times I gasp his name. Soon I’m the one moving, rubbing my c**t against the heavy bulge behind his jeans. He starts thrusting, as if he’s already sinking inside me. “Stop,” he growls. “You’re already coming, and we haven’t even started.” He pulls away from the bed and quickly strips off every scrap of clothing. I prop myself up on my elbows just to watch him. Swallowing hard, I take in his tattoo‑covered body—and then the sheer size of his c**k. I’m not sure whether it’ll even fit. Kirsten, my bestfriend, always told me s*x is best when a guy’s really well‑hung. But I never thought my first time would be with someone whose c**k is thicker than my own thigh. “Regretting your choice to come with me?” he asks, his grin annoyingly smug. “You can still back out. I won’t force you.” “I’m not scared,” I say, daring him. “Are you? You do realize you’re about to f**k the only child of the Verena family. Aren’t you afraid this might be the last time you ever feel lust?” He crawls closer, his body hovering over mine. I force my gaze up to his face, refusing to stare at his c**k—though my eyes betray me, drawn to the golden ring at the tip and the heavy metal hanging beneath. “Go ahead and touch it,” he says, guiding my hand. I jerk my fingers away. “Can you at least take that earring off first?” He laughs. “Nope. It’ll make it even better. You’ll see later.” “Are you sure about that? What if it gets stuck inside me?” “You’re still innocent,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek before dragging his fingers down my neck. He pulls me until I’m flush with his hard c**k. “But we’re going to erase all of that tonight. I’m not leaving this f*****g room until I’ve had my way inside you.” His words send heat pooling low in my belly. I lick my lower lip, then slowly wrap my hand around his shaft. “Damn,” he hisses. “Loosen up, or I’ll come too fast.” “Then that’s good,” I reply with a sly smile, squeezing harder. “f**k it, Stell. Just suck it.” “Shhh. Patience is a virtue,” I whisper. He gathers my hair and guides my face down to his c**k. I draw my tongue along the head, then trail it down and back up. “Open your mouth and take me,” he demands. “Let me ruin that pretty, clean mouth of yours.” I glare at him, but obey. I take him slowly, carefully, but I can barely fit half of him before the metal ring slams against the back of my throat. “I-I’m gonna puke,” I choke out. He doesn’t wait to understand. He grabs my head and forces me deeper, over and over, until I’m bobbing on his c**k, swallowing him down and tonguing the swollen tip whenever I pull back. “Relax your mouth, princess. f*****g take all of me.” Tears sting my eyes as he starts thrusting with his hips, meeting my mouth with every stroke. By now, my makeup is smeared, my face flushed, my body slick with sweat. I clutch his thighs tighter as he drives into me harder. Then he shoves me back onto the bed. He rips off my red thong and grabs a condom from the nightstand. I watch, breathless, as he somehow manages to roll the poor condom over his massive c**k. “Open your legs,” he orders, and I obey. “I want to taste your f*****g p***y,” he says, “but we don’t have time. I should be f*****g your p***y and your ass right now.” I frown at that, but the protest dies in my throat when, without warning, he thrusts his entire length inside me. The world goes dark. I lose myself, my fingers digging into his back as he holds himself still, letting me adjust to the brutal stretch. Killian doesn’t move on top of me at first, and I’m weirdly grateful for the mercy. I can’t make sense of what I’m feeling—my body seems split in half, each side being slowly doused with salt, burning and stinging all at once. “Damn, you’re tight,” he whispers over and over in my ear. “f**k, Estella, what are your Mommy and Daddy going to do when they find out I’m the first one inside you? You might as well have killed them with shame, Estella Verena.” He spreads my thighs even wider and starts thrusting deeper, slamming his c**k fully into me again and again. My sensations are a mess—pain, heat, almost unbearable fullness—but my body still aches for more, desperate to meet the fire he’s lighting inside me. “I can’t wait to tell your parents that I took your virginity,” he growls. “They’ll lose their f*****g minds imagining every single thing I’m doing to you, Estella.” His words feel like knives, twisting into me over and over. I can’t process what’s happening. I don’t understand where all this venom and rage are coming from. But one thing I know for sure—letting him stay inside me and still moving with his rough, desperate thrusts is a huge mistake.