Chapter 2

Chapter 2

{His Touch Is Weird}

Ava’s POV

Normally, I shouldn't let his threats get to me, but I honestly don’t know if Madam Nada trusts me more than her own boyfriend. Have you ever been in a situation where you’re working overtime to earn someone’s trust, terrified that even a whisper of doubt could ruin everything?

That is my life right now. It was hard enough to earn Madam Nada's favor, and I refuse to let her boyfriend be the reason we are torn apart. But the man is desperate. He is relentless. I’ve begged Madam Nada to install CCTV cameras in the house, but she always brushes it off. “I’ve never lost anything or heard any weird news about you, so why do you want them?” she’d say. She is firmly against the idea, and I don't have the power to pressure her into something she doesn't want.

I have two close friends I turn to: Janice Griffith, who works at the stripping club, and another friend from the streets. I had actually planned to head to the club to see Janice before this idiot showed up with that damn spare key. It was Janice who suggested the CCTV; she thought it might at least deter him from molesting me. But without Madam Nada’s approval, I was left defenseless.

“Then strip for me,” he growled, smacking my backside through my black jeans.

Is today really going to be the third time I have to be naked in front of this man? I racked my brain, desperate for a distraction.

“Can you just let me finish the cooking?” I asked, staring him down. He merely shook his head in disapproval.

Is this man insane? Seriously, I should get a gun and just end this.

“Strip for me, Ava!” he barked.

I nodded like a submissive sheep, my spirit breaking. I took off my clothes as he stepped closer, his eyes fixed on me. He moved in, his mouth finding my breast, sucking greedily like a hungry toddler while his hand squeezed the other. I squeezed my eyes shut in pure irritation. He moved his lips to my neck, his hands wandering lower to rub my clitoris, forcing a grunt-like moan from my throat. When he slid his hand inside me, I cried out.

“Dal...ton,” I sobbed. He only gave me a sly, triumphant smile.

“Moan for me, Ava,” he commanded.

I wasn't even listening to his words anymore. My body began to vibrate, my head falling back against the wall. He lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the kitchen cabinet. He pushed my legs apart and lowered his face.

What is he doing? Before I could process it, I felt his wet tongue against me. The sensation was weird—overwhelming and confusing. My hands instinctively moved to his hair, my fingers tangling in the strands. Why was he doing this? He paused for a moment to pull off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers. He stared at me with eyes full of pure, unadulterated lust. He wanted me to scream his name. He slammed his lips onto mine, and in my dazed state, I gave in to the rough, heated kiss.

Then, I felt the pressure of him at my entrance. He pushed inside slowly, and I screamed. It was painful—I won’t lie—it hurt like hell.

“The saying was right,” he mumbled against my skin. “Not all virgins bleed when they’re disvirgined.”

He began to thrust harder.

“Please, it hurts...” I stuttered through the pain.

Dalton didn't slow down; he moved faster, our bodies colliding with a rhythmic thud as groans and moans of forced pleasure filled the room. His index finger kept up a steady rhythm against me while he took what he wanted.

Suddenly, I felt a rush—a sensation like I needed to use the bathroom. Dalton kept up the pressure, my body shaking as I reached a breaking point.

“Release, Ava! Come on, let it go...”

With a final, forceful surge, it happened. I felt a wave of relief as the tension finally broke.

“Give me your body whenever I want it, and you’ll never have to worry about my threats again,” he whispered.

He lifted me down from the cabinet, but my legs buckled. I slumped to the floor, unable to stand properly.

“I’ll finish the cooking for you,” he said, his voice suddenly dropping into a romantic tone. He picked me up and carried me to my room so I could take a warm bath.

Now he’s acting romantic? After taking my virginity? I scoffed, rolling my eyes as he headed back to the kitchen to clean up the mess and finish breakfast.