Chapter 7 Broken Curse

Alek

Fucking goddess.

She’s a virgin, and too eager for me to take her virtue that she keeps for that motherfucker, and I’m gladly taking what’s rightfully mine.

He’s an arrogant douchebag, a scumbag, and a loser. I’m glad that fucker listened to me to spare the youngest, or I would put a bullet in his skull.

Jasmine’s sweetest taste still lingers in my head and on my tongue. And it’s so intoxicating.

My desire turns even darker, fueled by a surge of rage and violence for breaking my little Khrysanya’s heart. Even though she’s more embarrassed that a zhestokiy chelovek takes her virginity than having a broken heart right now. And starting tonight, I’ll make her feel special, and I’ll treat her like my queen, for as long as she won’t betray me and run back to that asshole’s arms.

And if she even tries, I’ll make sure to rip her world apart and let her watch me take every last one of the people she cares about to hell with me.

The delicious feel of her hot body, her taste and her scent, and the silky texture of her pussy gripping me like a vise just fuels my dark desire and hunger to take her hard.

I pull out and thrust my hard and bulbous dick into her tight pussy, inch by inch. I will fuck her later when I stretch her wide enough to accommodate me.

But of course, her pussy is mine. She’s mine. I own her, and I possess this body, her mind, and soul even though she hasn’t realized she belongs to me— she was made for me. It feels both heaven and hell— it’s heaven that she’s willing to give her body to me, and it’s hell if she can’t offer me her heart and break my curse.

As my desire overflows and my darkness dissipates, I kiss her lips softly. “Are you okay?”

She looks at me with wild eyes. Damn, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s so tiny for my taste in women, but she’s perfect and fits me like the missing puzzle, and I love how she makes me feel.

“Yes. I don’t want you to slow down. I promise I’ll say stop if it hurts.”

“You’re so brave.” I press my lips against her as I withdraw and surge into her.

She whimpers, her grip around my arms tightens, but she’s a strong-willed woman despite how her people treated her like an outcast, and I will change that. 

Right now, my priority is to give her another orgasm and hopefully one for me after the longest time.

I still feel the resistance, and she’s still too tight, which makes my head spin with pleasure. I thrust in and out, still aware of her stiff body as I finally take her virginity and violate her tender flesh.

But she feels so good.

My heart gallops in my chest as I break the kiss and bury my face into her neck, inhaling her sweet, addictive scent into my lungs, deep into my tainted soul.

“Oh, Goddess.” She moans loudly as she meets my thrust with her thrust, rocking her hips against mine. “Alek, I’m so close.”

“I’m here. Come with me, Jasmine.” I lift my head. At least, I wanna see her come around my cock for the first time.

My balls draw up as the pre-orgasmic tension rolls at the base of my spine. Yet, I find myself painfully aware of the fear that it’s not going anywhere like every time for the last twelve years. The tension can end there. There’d be no orgasm for me, and I accepted that fact a long time ago.

“Alek, yes, yes. Goddess, yes!” She cries out, throwing her head back as I thrust in hard strokes, bottoming out, making her body curl beneath me, her pussy clenching around me as she clutches against my arms.

She’s the most exquisite thing I’ve seen when she comes. Her gorgeous face twists with ecstasy. Her beautiful eyes go soft, unfocused as the pleasure ripples through her, milking around me for the third time.

“Jasmine.” Her name rolls so sweet and right on my tongue as I plunge my agonizing hard cock into her pussy in hard, fast strokes. I groan as I feel like every muscle in my body is vibrating at the same time.

“Fuck!” My lungs are working like bellows as I set hard rhythmic thrusts, driving my cock into her. I fuck her with such fury that I’m starting to lose control, but the overwhelming pleasure, violence mixing with lust, is too much, too intense, and I’m too helpless to stop the darkness twisting inside me, threatening to be unleashed.

I feel my cock is too stiff, so thick and hard inside her. With one final hard thrust, a deep, long growl erupts from my chest, shaking the walls. 

I’m starting to see black spots. I throw my head back as my painful throbbing cock pulses and jerks inside her so violently that my body locks as I collapse on top of her.

I don’t know how long it takes until after the throes of aftershocks die down, and I feel like my cock is still jerking to empty its release.

For the first time in twelve years, I break the curse. She breaks my curse, which means she’s undoubtedly my mate.

By the time I find the strength to push myself up on my elbows, a horror creeps across her face mixed with a flush of post-coital glow as her gaze locks with mine.

“What’s wrong?” I’m still catching my breath.

“Your— Your eyes are glowing.” What? That never happened in twelve years. My hope skyrockets.

“Oh.” I close my eyes and take deep breaths until my heart calms down a little. When I open them, she’s still staring at me.

“Wow.”

I lower my head and kiss her on the lips before I drag myself off the bed. “Don’t move.”

I sprint inside the bathroom to wash the blood off my cock. She’s not just a virgin. I’m also rough on her. I grab a clean towel, and before I can wet it, she’s already tiptoeing to the bathroom, wearing my t-shirt.

“What the fuck did I just say?”

“I need to use the bathroom, or I can pee in your bed.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Is that really the reason?”

“I can clean up—”

“Just—” I breathe through my nose, allowing myself to calm a little. “Call me if you need anything.”

I go back to bed. There’s indeed blood on the sheet. I link to Mirom to bring two bottles of water before I get back to bed and check my phone for important calls or emails.

“Alek?”

I put my phone back on the nightstand and patted my lap. “Come here.”

Awkwardly and hesitantly, she sits on my lap. “I want to change your sheets.”

I lift my gaze, meeting hers. “Leave it for a month.”

“Why?” There’s confusion on her face. She’s even blushing.

“It’s your blood. I don’t feel dirty about it.”

“So you collect blood stains from virgins like a trophy?”

I take a breath to control the violent anger churning inside me and tighten my arms around her. “You didn’t just say that. I was gonna apologize for being rough on you, but I changed my mind.”

“I’m sorry. I just—”

“I don’t accept your apology. Get in bed and get some sleep.”

She slides off my lap, biting her bottom lip as her gaze lands on my phone on the nightstand.

I look at her. “I was gonna allow you to use my phone to call your mother, but now you have to earn it.”