The air was thick with tension, the kind that crackles before a storm. Lena had trusted him, but now his hands were on her, rough and demanding. He pushed her against the cold wall, his breath hot on her neck. "You're mine now," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Her heart pounded as he yanked her dress down, exposing her tits—full, pale mounds with nipples already hardening from fear and something else, something dark and unwanted. He squeezed one roughly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Look at you," he sneered. "Already getting wet for me." His other hand slid between her legs, finding her pussy through her soaked panties. She gasped as he rubbed her clit through the fabric, a cruel mimicry of pleasure.

He tore her panties off, the sound of ripping fabric loud in the silent room. His cock was out, thick and veiny, already leaking pre-cum. He pressed it against her entrance, not bothering with foreplay. "This is what you wanted, right?" he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. "To be taken like this." She shook her head, but he didn't care. He thrust into her, hard and deep, filling her in one brutal stroke.

She cried out, the pain sharp and overwhelming. But as he pounded into her, a traitorous heat began to build. Her body betrayed her, clenching around his dick as he fucked her with relentless force. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, mixed with her ragged breaths and his grunts. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust, his balls sl