Captive by My Lustful Enemy

Chapter1

Estella Verena’s POV



My back slammed rhythmically against the bed with every savage thrust of Killian above me, the wooden frame battering the wall in a primal drumbeat that amplified the electric current surging through my veins. My toes curled involuntarily each time the metal piercing at the head of his c**k grazed that secret spot deep inside, sending shock waves of forbidden bliss ripping through me.

“f**k! f**k! I want to go deeper!” Killian groaned, his mouth latching onto my left breast, sucking the n****e with relentless hunger. My hand roamed to my right, kneading firmly as he pounded into me and devoured my flesh, his teeth grazing just enough to blur pain into pleasure.

“Oh, fuck... faster, please. Killian, please! Shit... it feels so good. So f*****g good!” Tears pricked my eyes as he sat up, still railing my p***y mercilessly. I lay splayed beneath him, legs hooked over his shoulders while he drove deeper, chasing that impossible depth.

One hand slid to my c**t, syncing with his thrusts—circles and flicks that shattered my moans into screams. I didn’t care if the whole house heard; the world narrowed to this bed, this man unraveling me.

“Fuck... you feel incredible, Estella.” He collapsed over me again, prying my thighs wider, burying his soldier to the hilt over and over. My breasts bounced with the bed’s creak—he laughed darkly, crumpling one like paper in his fist.

“Feels good?” he teased, slowing to a torturous drag

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“f**k you, Killian!” I bucked my hips desperately, but he pulled back, denying me. “Killian, stop—please!” Tears spilled now, frustration and need twisting into sobs.

“Just answer. Does it feel good when I tease you like this?” He slammed back in, fast and brutal—the piercing at his base grinding my c**t with every stroke. My vision whited out.

“Y-Yes! So f*****g good, Killian,” I sobbed, fisting my own hair as he buried himself impossibly deeper.

“Gone is the innocent little Estella Verena. You’re mine now—and when I say mine, I own it all. Your mind.” He flipped me onto my stomach without warning, plunging back in with ruthless force. “Your body,” he growled, sheathing every inch. “Your heart... your soul.” I lost count of the shudders wracking me beneath him.

He didn’t relent. My p***y numbed from the onslaught, but he thrust tirelessly, insatiable.

“K-Killian... it hurts now,” I whimpered as he flipped me onto my back again, hammering down.

“Shh. Almost there, princess. I’m gonna come—f**k!”

Less than a minute later, he bottomed out, body quaking as he flooded me. He collapsed atop me, spent. My hand moved on instinct, stroking his hair tenderly.

“My friends downstairs are probably worried. I need to go,” I whispered. But he stayed heavy on me, his c**k softening inside. “Killian... you’re crushing me.”

“Shh. Five more minutes. You feel too good inside, Estella. f**k, so hot.” I flushed at his words. He noticed, chuckling—and the shift made his d**k twitch, drawing a moan from me. “Damn. Want another round?”

“N-No! Get off already. I’m leaving.”

“So one-night stands are your thing now?” He rose, eyeing my shredded clothes with amusement.

“How am I supposed to go home like this? You ruined them!”

He just laughed, the bastard.

“Killian, get me new clothes! I need to go home!”

“You can’t go home. Remember—you’re mine now.”

“W-What are you talking about?” I backed away as he advanced, still naked, his c**k already thickening again. “Killian...”

“Forgot everything I said? Want a reminder?” He pinned me to the wall, positioning himself. It looked massive—I felt tiny.

“Killian, stop,” I pleaded softly as he dragged his head along my folds. “I need to go home. My friends and I snuck out—they’ll kill me if Mommy finds out I’m gone—ugh!”

He clamped a hand over my mouth, easing in slowly. He hooked my leg around his waist, holding me up as my body weakened under his assault.

“From this day, everything about you is mine, Estella. You’ll do whatever I want. Want to hurt your parents in a way only you can? You will. You’ll be my perfect revenge. I’ll ruin you like they ruined my life.”

Tears streamed as his thrusts turned vicious. My nails raked his back, but he drove deeper—the thing I’d hate forever. Soon, he shuddered again, pulling out to paint my stomach and p***y with his release.

“Clean up. Wear my clothes. We’re leaving at five.” He watched me, then snatched my thong, wiping his c**k clean with it. “What’re you staring at? Dress. Or do you want to go out like that—let them see what’s mine?”

I bit my lip, grabbing his polo, fighting tears in the bathroom as I cleaned up. When I emerged, he lounged on the bed in pants only.

“Done?”

“Just your polo, Killian... no underwear. It’s ruined.” I avoided his gaze as it lingered on my braless breasts.

He shook his head, eyes darkening on the bloodstained mattress. That stain would shame me. Destroy my family’s name. Topple us all.

“We’ll take it. Wrap up in it for now.”

My eyes bulged. “What do you mean?”

He smirked. “Estella, wouldn’t it be perfect to send this to your parents? They’ll love knowing what happened to their precious unica hija.”

“Killian, no! You’re not doing that! I swear, I’ll kill you!” I lunged for the mattress; he grabbed my arm, shoving me back.

“You’ll pay for your parents’ sins, Estella. This is just the start. I’ll make sure you’re the one who destroys your family—they’ll hate you for it.”

Tears brimmed as he marched me out. Blasting music from massive speakers greeted us downstairs. We’d been gone for hours, but no one noticed. Not even my friends vanished without a trace.

“Get in the f*****g car,” Killian barked in the parking lot. I obeyed—his men in trailing vehicles confirmed it. He tossed the bloody mattress at me inside.

Reality crashed back, sharp and cold. I’d traded a massive d**k for a massive mess—one far bigger than I’d imagined.