Ravi's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as they fell on the glass of milk sitting on the cabinet beside the bed. Without hesitation, he snatched it, gripped Aine's jaw with bruising strength, and forced her mouth open. She tried to twist away, but he was far too strong. He shoved the rim of the glass between her teeth and poured the cold liquid straight down her throat.
"Milk clears garlic," he growled.
Aine choked violently, coughing and sputtering as milk spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin and soaking the front of her thin shirt until the fabric clung transparently to her breasts.
Before she could catch her breath, Ravi set the empty glass aside with deliberate calmness. He unlocked her handcuffs only to yank her arms above her head and lock them again to the headboard, stretching her body out like a helpless sacrifice.
"I'm in need of milk right now," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Where do I get some?"
His gaze dropped to her chest. The wet shirt had turned nearly see-through, her hardened nipples clearly visible. With a low, feral sound, he fisted the fabric and tore it apart in one savage motion, exposing her full, heaving breasts. He descended on her like a starving beast, latching onto one sensitive nipple with his mouth. He sucked hard, teeth grazing and biting, tongue lashing greedily across her milk-stained skin as he devoured her. Her broken moan of protest only fueled him further.
He trailed his tongue lower, licking a wet, possessive path down her stomach. In one brutal tug, he ripped her panties clean off her body, leaving her completely naked and exposed. His thick fingers roughly spread her thighs as he settled between them.
Aine squeezed her eyes shut as his hot breath ghosted over her most intimate flesh. The first brutal stroke of his tongue against her clit made her jolt violently. He licked and sucked with merciless hunger, claiming every inch of her with his mouth. She hated how her body betrayed her, hated the unwanted heat building despite the humiliation.
Ravi rose above her, positioning the thick, swollen head of his cock at her tight entrance. He was massive far too big for her untouched body.
In one powerful, merciless thrust, he drove halfway inside her filling her to the limit. He gave her no time to adjust.Aine screamed in agony as her virgin barrier tore.
Ravi groaned in pleasure, savoring how tightly she gripped him. "So fucking tight… a real virgin.
White-hot pain exploded through her core, sharp and burning, as if she were being ripped apart from the inside.
Tears streamed down her face as he pushed deeper, stretching her impossibly wide, forcing her tight walls to yield to his thick length. Every inch felt like fire and tearing flesh.
He didn't stop. He pulled back slightly and slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Aine's scream tore through the room as fresh pain ripped through her abdomen. She felt like she was being split open, her body struggling to accommodate his ruthless invasion. Blood mixed with her unwilling wetness as he began pounding into her hard, deep, and unrelenting. Each punishing thrust slammed against her cervix, sending waves of sharp pain radiating through her abdomen.
Ravi fucked her like he intended to break her, hips snapping forward with ruthless power, the wet, obscene sound of skin slapping skin mixing with her broken cries.
He drove into her again and again until, with a deep guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and released. Hot, thick spurts of his cum flooded deep inside her, claiming her completely.
For a moment he stayed buried inside her, savoring her trembling, ruined body. Then he slowly pulled out, his seed leaking from her abused entrance. He rose from the bed and looked down at her wrecked form with cold satisfaction.Don't try such tricks again, little cosmos," he warned.
He turned and left the room without another word. The lights flickered back on as the door slammed shut behind him.
Aine lay handcuffed to the bed, body aching and violated, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt completely and utterly broken.
The door opened quietly and Hayland stepped inside with the breakfast tray balanced in his hands, already forming the words of whatever light remark he had prepared for the morning.
They died before he could say them.
He set the tray down on the table and crossed the room in quick strides. She was lying exactly where she had been left, the blanket twisted and half fallen, and where it had failed to cover her the evidence of the night told its own story. Blood on her skin. Her hands still locked above her head, her wrists raw beneath the cuffs.
He unlocked them carefully, lowering her arms to her sides, and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead.
She was burning.
"Aine." He kept his voice steady. "Can you hear me?"
Her eyes opened slowly, like the effort of it cost her something she did not have in reserve.
"Everything hurts," she said. Her voice was barely there.
"I am getting the doctor. Stay with me."
The doctor came and went with quiet efficiency, leaving instructions and a small row of medication on the cabinet beside the bed. Hayland administered them without being asked and then helped her up, supporting most of her weight as she made her way to the bathroom because her legs were not doing what she asked of them.
He waited outside the door without a word.
When she was washed and dressed he helped her back to the bed and settled her against the pillows, then pulled the chair close and lifted the first spoonful from the bowl.
Aine turned her face away.
"I will not eat."
Hayland kept the spoon where it was. "Why?"
"I do not feel like it." A pause. "I do not feel like anything anymore." Her voice carried no emotion, which somehow made it worse than if it had carried all of them. "I hate myself. I genuinely do. For being weak."
"You are not weak," he said immediately.
"Do not." She still did not look at him. "If you do not eat and you do not take your medication you will not have the strength to recover. That is simply a fact."
"Recover." She said the word like she was turning it over and finding nothing useful inside it. "I am a puppet now, Hayland." Her eyes finally moved to him, flat and very still. "A sex puppet. I cannot even believe that is a sentence I am saying about myself."
The room held that sentence for a long moment. Hayland set the spoon down slowly.
He did not look away from her.