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The kiss was a betrayal of every dream Tae had ever held. Max’s lips, papery and thin, pressed against hers with a wetness that made her stomach churn. She forced herself to stay still, telling herself it was just a peck, a formality. She’d get out of this—he was old, probably soft, probably just wanted a token of gratitude before letting her slip away into the night to find Alex. But when she tried to pull back, his hand clamped onto the back of her skull, fingers digging into her scalp, and he pushed her face harder into his.
The kiss broke, but the hold didn’t. Max chuckled, a low, phlegmy sound that rattled in his chest. “You think that’s enough, girl? You come to me asking for release from your promise—the promise your family made—and you give me a peck on the cheek?” He ripped her head back by the hair, forcing her to look at his face. His eyes were hard, glittering with something that made her blood run cold. “You owe me. You owe this family. And I’m going to collect.”
Before she could scream, he shoved her down onto the thick rug in front of the fireplace. The wool scratched her cheek. His weight came down on her back, crushing the air from her lungs. She felt his hands fumbling at the waistband of her jeans, heard the zipper tear, and then the cold air hit her bare ass as he yanked them down to her knees.
“No—please, I didn’t mean—I’ll do anything else, I’ll clean, I’ll work—” The words died in her throat as his calloused hand cracked across her ass cheek. The sting was electric, bringing tears to her eyes.
“You will do anything else,” Max growled, positioning himself behind her. He didn’t bother with foreplay. He spat into his palm, smeared it roughly over the head of his cock—thick and veined, already half-hard from the violence—and then pressed it against her dry, tight hole. “You’ll do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, until I decide you’ve learned your place.”
He shoved in.
Tae screamed. It was a raw, animal sound, torn from her throat as his cock split her open. There was no gentleness, no preparation—just the burning, stretching invasion of his full length, burying to the hilt in one brutal thrust. She felt her inner walls clench against the intrusion, trying to push him out, but he just held her hips and started to move, each pump ramming her into the rug, grinding her cunt against his groin.
“Look at that,” he grunted, voice thick with satisfaction. “So tight. You really thought you’d marry that boy untouched? No. You’re mine now. I’m going to fuck this pussy until you remember exactly who owns you.”
Tae sobbed, her fists clenching in the wool, tears dripping onto the floor. He was relentless—pounding into her with short, hard strokes, his balls slapping wetly against her clit. The pain was white-hot, but worse was the humiliation. She could feel his belly—soft and hairy—pressing against her arched back, smell his stale sweat and tobacco breath as he leaned over her.
“Please… please stop… I can’t…”
“You can’t?” He laughed, grinding deeper, hitting a spot that made her legs twitch. “You will. And when I’m done with this cunt, I’m going to make you finish the job. You’re not leaving this room until you suck the milk from your own tits until they’re dry, or you come so hard your cunt spasms around my cock. One or the other. Take your pick.”
His hand slid around to her front, roughly shoving up her shirt and bra, freeing her breasts. They were heavy, fuller than they’d been a month ago—the result of a pregnancy she hadn’t even told Alex about. The milk had started leaking two weeks ago. Now Max pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her cry out, and a thin white bead rose to the surface.
“Suck them,” he commanded, slowing his thrusts to a maddening rhythm. “Or you’ll be here all night.”
Tae’s mind reeled. The taste of her own milk—the thought of bending her head low enough to latch onto her own breast like a baby—it was obscene. But the alternative, the prospect of being used like this until she orgasmed against her will… She didn’t know which was worse. She only knew that Max’s cock was still inside her, that he wasn’t going to stop, and that she had to choose.