تسجيل الدخولHe laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low. "I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms."You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your pussy wants this. "I moaned, looking away, couldn’t help it, "Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly. "Fuck," he groaned. "So tight." He fucked me like he was claiming something. "Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster. "Damien," I cried out his name as I came. "That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder... Weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me, Damien Blackwood the Principal Benefactor and Owner of Columbia University. Same man who’d just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"
عرض المزيدHow did it all start? Oh, yes. It started with the abuse from my father, Victor. "Why are you always reading and going to school Elena, but seem to never have money to meet up with rent or when I need to smoke" he would scream at me. I had gotten used to his abuse after my mom's death when I was 5, he had taken up the habit of being an alcoholic, and now I was 19 years old facing his daily abuse and harsh words.
Even with how he behaved I still tried my best to take care of both of us, working side shift at a diner and still trying to study to become a lawyer under a fully funded scholarship in one of the best schools, I was in my final year, and couldn't wait to be successful.
"Elena, I need some cash for some important things," my father said with a commanding tone.
"I don't have anything to give you papa, the money with me is for our rent, I can't let you use it for drinks and smokes," I said firmly. And just like that that I triggered the harsh words again.
"You are useless. With such curves and a beautiful body like yours, you could get us out of this poor life, but you waste it," he screamed, walking out on me. At this point the insults didn't hurt anymore, I picked up my bag to head to school and was met with my second abusers, my neighbors.
"You are just wasting your time, you would soon end up like your father, the only good thing he had in his life was your mother," my neighbor blurted out. I sighed, looked at her, wondering how good it would feel when I prove them wrong.
As I got to school I was met with my final abusers, the cherry on the cake, my classmates.
"See how cheap she's dressed, how did she even end up in such an expensive school," a girl whispered to her friends as I walked passed her, almost like she wanted me to hear what she said and just like other days I didn't care, I mean what do they want to say that my own father hadn't screamed at me.
In class I sat alone, no friends, no one wanted to interact with the poor girl, at the beginning when I got here it was sad but now I couldn't give two fucks.
After a long day at school, I still needed to get to my shift at the diner but one of the mean girls in my class felt today was her day. “With how you dress I can't just imagine where you live,” she mocked me.
I smirked. “No, you can't because unlike you, I don't have some rich papa tending to all my needs, especially the unnecessary ones,” I retorted. She kept mute looking for a perfect comeback but I was not willing to stand around to hear what I already know, so I left.
Things were easier at the diner. No abuse or harsh words just everyone minding their business.
“Elena I would cover your shift, you should be home reading for your exams,” Sofia said smiling. She's my co worker and a nice person, sometimes we have small talks but would always end short, it was a safe space.
“You don't have to,” I said feeling tense.
“Yes I don't, but I can and I definitely take you as my little sister, so just leave this to me,” she said collecting the uniform back from me.
“Thanks,” I said smiling. At least one person still had my best interest at heart.
Going home was a 40 minute walk from the diner. I took my time walking home thinking of how life has been treating me badly.
“Elena, I thought you had evening shift,” Marcus yelled trying to catch up with me.
“I do, but Sofia offered to cover it because of my exams,” I explained. Marcus was my childhood best friend, well I didn't know if we were friends anymore because he looked at me weirdly these days, especially after joining some bad gang in the neighborhood.
“Should i walk you home?” He asked giving me that same perverted look.
“No you don't need to,” I said walking a bit faster than him.
“Okay, I will see you later,” he said waving a good bye. I nodded avoiding eye contact with him.
I got home tired but still had to read, I did not want to waste the opportunity of letting Sofia covet my shift. And luck was on my side, because my dad was not around to complain and yell as usual, I could finally study in peace.
I decided to do some chores before studying because the rodents kept chewing on the boards and the leaking roof just made everything worse.
I complained to the landlord and instead he mocked me saying I don't pay enough to get to complain for anything and I had no useful items for the rodents anyways.
I kept quiet on the matter because I didn't want any issues with anyone in this neighborhood and no one was going to support me anyways, so why try.
After cleaning up the board pieces, I went to my room, preparing to study when I heard a knock on the door. I sighed, reluctantly going to open it to see my drunk father, I rolled my eyes, there goes my studying time.
“Why… why did you take so much… much time to open up?” he struggled to put words together. I ignored his question and helped him inside.
“Papa aren't you tired of this habit, do you want to live like this forever?” I asked fed up by his behavior.
“How dare you…” he did not get to finish his statement when he collapsed on the floor.
“Papa,” I rushed to him panicking but he wasn't moving.
“Fuck,” I screamed out of frustration.
My fingers slipped on the lock again.“Come on, come on…” I whispered desperately, heart slamming against my ribs.The footsteps behind me grew louder, heavy and very suspicious. A hand grabbed my shoulder and yanked me back hard. I stumbled, nearly falling, but caught myself against the wall.“Elena, stop!” Victor barked, his voice no longer sounding tired or fatherly. It was sharp and cold, reminded me of the voice I was used to. The abusive and mean voice.I spun around, breathing fast. “Let me go! I knew this was a mistake. I should never have come.”Victor’s face twisted into something ugly. The sickly, regretful father from moments ago was gone. In his place stood the man I had grown up fearing the drunk, the manipulator, the liar.Before I could move, the shadow from the hallway stepped into the light. I was shocked to see it was Marcus. Of course they planned the whole thing together, how could I not have seen it.He looked bigger than I remembered, eyes gleaming with satisfac
The call from Victor kept replaying in my head like a broken record I couldn’t turn off. “I have proof… This could destroy everything.”I tried to push it away, I really did. I spent the whole next morning forcing myself to focus on normal things, making coffee, laughing at Damien’s terrible pancake attempt, letting him pull me onto his lap for slow kisses that made my toes curl. But every time there was a quiet moment, Victor’s raspy voice crept back in.What if he actually had something real? What if I was ignoring important information just because I was scared of rocking the boat again?Damien noticed I was distracted. Of course he did. He always did.“You okay?” he asked while we were cleaning up breakfast. He came up behind me at the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You’ve been quiet since that call last night.”I leaned back into him, trying to sound casual. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about school stuff. Finals are coming up and m
The morning after that long, desperate night felt different, softer and almost sacred. My body was deliciously sore everywhere, a map of last night’s passion, but instead of rushing to hide it, I let myself feel it. I turned slowly in Damien’s arms, careful not to wake him too abruptly. He was still deeply asleep, face relaxed in a way I rarely saw, one arm slung possessively over my waist.I watched him for a long moment, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes. Last night I had thrown everything I had at him, my body, my voice, my pleas, trying to prove I was all in. Today, I just wanted to love him gently.When his eyes finally fluttered open, he smiled sleepily and pulled me closer. “Morning, baby.”“Morning,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.We didn’t speak much at first. He rolled me onto my back with that quiet strength I loved, settling between my legs. This time there was no rush, no roughness. He entered me slowly, inch by inch, eyes locked on mine the entire
The rest of that evening after I saw Marcus from the window felt like I was carrying an extra weight in my chest. I smiled at Damien when he finished his call, let him pull me onto the couch, and curled into his side like nothing was wrong. But inside, everything was screaming.I was tired of the secrets. Tired of deleting messages, hiding encounters, and pretending I wasn’t scared that one wrong move would shatter everything we’d been rebuilding. Tonight, I didn’t want to talk anymore. I wanted to show him with my body, with my voice, with every moan and plea that I was still here, still choosing him completely.After dinner, I took his hand and led him upstairs without a word. Damien followed, a small question in his eyes, but he didn’t resist.In the bedroom, I pushed the door shut and turned to him, already pulling my top over my head.“Elena…” he started, voice low.“I need you,” I whispered, stepping close and sliding my hands under his shirt. “All night. I want to prove to you
I woke up sore in places I didn’t even know could hurt. The bedroom was dark except for the soft gray light leaking through the blinds. Damien was already awake, watching me intensely like I was going to run away. His hair was a mess, eyes heavy like he didn't get any sleep, but there was somethin
The penthouse felt too quiet that afternoon. I was curled on the couch in the living room, legs tucked under me, scrolling through old lecture notes on my laptop. Damien was in his office down the hall, voice low on some conference call. I could hear the occasional sharp word drift out, but nothing
The drive back from campus was quiet, too quiet. Damien's hand rested on my thigh the whole way. I kept my legs pressed together, trying to ignore the lingering ache between them, the faint wetness that hadn't quite dried. Every bump in the road made me clench, and I hated how my body reacted like
The hallway felt longer than usual. Teachers and students parted without me asking. The office door was already cracked open. I pushed it wider and stepped inside.Damien stood by the window, hands in bus pockets, back to me. The room smelled of his cologne. He didn't turn right away. Just let Mr s


















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