The night was heavy, thick with anticipation and fear. As Nova nervously glanced toward the vast bedroom of the penthouse, a storm raged in her mind—questions, warnings, the haunting absence of her phone, and the unspoken presence of a devil she could neither see nor escape. The darkness outside the wide glass windows seemed to press in, colder with every passing second, slicing through her like a sharp blade.
Nova's breath was fast, shallow, trembling with dread, as if a wild animal had taken shelter inside her chest. Damian's laughter, deep and feral, echoed in her ears—an unsettling symphony that made the night feel more dangerous than ever. The king-sized bed looked menacing, dressed in black silk sheets and velvet comforters, challenging her to take a seat at its edge. She couldn't take her eyes off the room—the towering windows revealing a city that sparkled coldly, as untouchable as her own fear.
Her wedding dress, still clinging to her body, felt heavy, suffocating, almost like a burial shroud. Nova sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her heart hammered so hard she thought it might burst out of her chest. And Damian… she knew he was in the living room, but she could feel his gaze, endless, devouring.
Then he appeared. The door creaked, sending a shot of adrenaline through her body. Damian entered, shirt unbuttoned at the top, lips twisted in the grin of a hunter stalking wounded prey. His steps were slow, deliberate, confident—he knew she had nowhere to run.
"Are you afraid, Nova?" His voice was smooth, but there was something dangerous hidden beneath it. He moved closer, so close she felt his breath on her skin.
Nova shrank away, but Damian seized her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes, dark brown with a streak of feral gold, burned with wild hunger.
"Good. Fear makes you even more beautiful." His words washed over her cold skin, sending shivers tumbling down her spine. Nova whispered desperately, "Please, Damian… don't do this." Her voice barely audible, helpless.
He chuckled, his fingers sliding down her throat, tracing her pulse. "You're my wife now. This is our right. And I won't wait."
Damian pushed her down, softly but with undeniable force until she was lying on the bed. Her dress rode up, exposing the tender skin of her thighs. Nova tried to grab the covers, but he came atop her, his knees pinning her legs. His weight made her feel trapped, utterly powerless.
"Shh... relax, little one," Damian whispered against her ear, then pressed his lips to hers—rough, insistent, almost painfully hard. He bit her lower lip, drawing blood. Nova cried out, but he muffled her scream with his mouth. "You'll like it," he growled, his tongue invading her mouth, exploring like a conqueror.
Nova pushed against his chest, desperate, afraid, but he was relentless—his muscles solid, unmoving.
He ripped the straps of her dress, tearing them with animal strength. Her breasts spilled free, chilled to hardness by the cold air. Damian's eyes glittered, and he bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting. Pain flashed through her, mingling strangely with an unfamiliar warmth—the betrayal of her own body.
"No... stop," she pleaded, tears gathering in her eyes, but Damian continued, his other hand pinching and twisting her other nipple. The pain made her cry, but he kissed and licked her tender flesh, driven by a hunger she couldn't comprehend.
"You taste perfect, Nova… so soft, so flawless." His words were low, guttural, vibrating through her. Nova tried to escape, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Now, she was utterly helpless.
His fingers slid down, bunching the dress at her waist. Her panties showed, and his grin morphed to wickedness. "Look, you're wet. You want this." Shame burned Nova's cheeks, but her body was betraying her. He pulled her panties aside and thrust in a finger—then another. She cried out, pain and shock twisting together. Damian moved fast, rough, driving in and out.
"You're so tight, perfect for me." His fingers glistened, then he withdrew them and pushed them to her lips. "Taste yourself." Nova kept her mouth closed, but he forced her jaw open, making her taste the salty, sweet proof of her own arousal. Tears ran down her face as Damian delighted in her submission.
"Good girl," he murmured, then moved down, his tongue finding her clit, licking in slow circles. Pain and pleasure intertwined, her legs shaking uncontrollably as the sensations overwhelmed her.
He sucked, bit, teased, and finally, she couldn't resist—an orgasm crashed through her, violent and wild, forcing a scream from her lips.
"Yes, come for me," Damian said, grinning smugly.
But he did not stop. Unfastening his pants, Damian revealed himself—hard, thick, veined. Nova recoiled. "No, please… it's too big!" But Damian laughed, his power undeniable.
"You'll take it." He spread her legs wide and pressed in, hard, one brutal thrust. The pain ripped through her.
"Aaah!" she cried, tears streaming. Damian filled her completely, stretching her until she thought she might break.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, then began moving, rough and fast, relentless like a machine. Each thrust hurt, but pleasure started to ripple through her, mingling with the pain. Nova clawed at his shoulders, digging her nails deep. Damian only drove harder.
"Take it, slut. You're mine." His filthy words degraded and excited her, forcing her body to react in ways her mind could not resist. He gripped her throat, his hand light but controlling, stealing her breath.
"Breathe for me," he commanded, then released her. Nova gasped for air, but Damian never stopped.
Minutes blurred into hours, her sense of time lost in the torrent of sensation. Damian flipped her over—doggy style. Her ass raised, he entered her from behind, even deeper, even harder. His hands gripped her hips, leaving bruises. "Fuck, you feel so good," he moaned, spanking her until her skin was red and sore. Tears fell from her eyes, but moans rose from deep inside her—dark pleasure mixing with pain.
He pulled her hair, forced her head back, and bit her fiercely. "You're mine, forever. No escape," he whispered.
Nova's thoughts flickered to the devil, but that image faded. Damian's dominance consumed her. He changed positions again, seating her atop him—cowgirl. "Ride me," he ordered. Nova hesitated, but he controlled her hips, moving her up and down. Pain ebbed, replaced by growing pleasure. She moved faster, feeling every inch.
"Yes, like that," he murmured, pinching her breasts. Another orgasm surged through her, body shaking uncontrollably. Damian had still not finished.
He laid her down again, missionary style, thrusting harder and faster. Sweat dripped onto her skin, mixing with her own. "I'm going to fill you," he growled, moving faster. Nova could feel him building to the edge.
He reached his climax, coming inside her, hot and overflowing. He groaned, a wolf's cry, then collapsed beside her—still hungry. "This is only the beginning, Nova," Damian promised, kissing her again. The night stretched long ahead.
He wasn't done. After just a short break, Damian pulled her up again. "Again," he demanded, pinning her against the wall, Nova's legs wrapped around his waist. He thrust, harsh and unforgiving, banging her against the tiles, leaving bruises. "Scream for me," he ordered, his teeth biting, drawing blood. Red marks, pain, and brutal pleasure. He spanked her, left her raw. "You like it rough, don't you?" Nova denied with her words, but her body spoke the truth.
Another round—back to the bed, face pressed into a pillow, choked, spanked, pulled. It went on, all night—pain and pleasure, dominance and surrender. Nova was broken, but broken in a way that felt right. Damian's words echoed, "Mine… forever." The night kept deepening, keeping her captive, body and soul.
He took her to the bathroom, beneath the steaming shower. Water drenched her, but Damian pinned her against the tiles, relentless, exploring every inch with his fingers. "Clean up, only to get dirty again," he joked.
Nova, exhausted, was unable to resist. He bound her wrists with his ties, teasing her, mixing slow torment with quick delight. Waves of pain and heights of pleasure rolled through hours as Nova stayed under his control.
Would it ever end? Or was this her new reality?