Cruel Kings by Skye Knight

21

Milla

Mom insisted I spent the night in Brian’s home, forcing me to stay in the bedroom she’d prepared for me. Personally, I hated this room, the very place the three Amhurst brothers betrayed me and stole my innocence.

No matter what the room made me feel, the soft, warm bed lulled me to a deep sleep. I wore a silken night gown, one of the many clothes Mom bought me and filled the gigantic closet in the corner. The fabric added another layer of comfort.

I was luxuriously warm under the thick blanket wrapped over me. Coupled with the heavy exertion of the evening, I was sound asleep as soon as I switched the lights off. 

I didn’t know how long I’d been asleep before my eyes blinked open to dimly lit surroundings. A cold draft skimmed over my bare legs. At the same time, I felt a rush of warm air over my belly.

I stirred.

My shifting body hit something hard. Alert, I tried to sit up but a massive body rose over me, pushing me back on the pillow.

“Lie still,” Noah’s deep voice penetrated the quiet stillness of the room.

“What are you doing here?” I gasped as panic gripped me. “Get off me!” As far as I remembered, I’d locked the door before getting to bed. How could he still find a way in here?

Noah’s legs straddled mine, forcing me to stay on the bed.

I writhed under his weight but failed to throw him off. “Get off me or I’ll scream,” I threatened.

Noah’s large hand came to cover my mouth and nose.

Pitiful noises escaped me.

“Stay quiet, Milla,” he ordered in a deep voice. “I don’t like women who make so much noise in bed.”

His hand, covering my nose, cut off my air supply. Within seconds, I was left wheezing and unable to draw in a breath. Even though fear clawed my insides, I forced my body to calm down.

I lay completely still.

“Good girl,” Noah whispered in my ear and kissed the spot under my lobe.

I shivered.

Finally, he slid his hand away from my mouth. “Stay quiet,” he ordered and leaned over me, his lips trailing a line along the column of throat.

My heart hammered with panic. I didn’t want Noah doing this to me in the middle of the night. When his mouth moved to the swell of my breasts, I jerked.

The sudden movement threw him off me slightly. That was all the opportunity I needed to use all my force to crawl out from under his weight.

I’d barely gotten off the bed when I felt him grabbing my arm roughly and covering my mouth with his other hand. “The more you resist, the more you turn me on.”

His breathy voice sent shivers through me. I struggled, intent on getting out of his hold so I could get out of this room.

With a sudden move, Noah swept me off my feel and hauled me into his arms. I struggled against him but to my dismay, he threw me onto the bed and jumped over me.

I lay on my stomach and felt his weight over me. Leaning down, he bit the shell of my ear hard. “Stop being such a bitch,” he hissed. “You think you can get away from me so easily?”

His hand fumbled between us, hiking up the short nightdress over my ass so he could shove the crotch of my panties aside to insert two fingers into my pussy.

Shame consumed me as the two digits slipped inside me easily. How could I be wet when all I could feel was fear?

Noah’s fingers dug deep, reaching for the spot that made my body tremble with pleasure. At the same time, his thumb pressed on my sensitive clit.

I was losing all coherent thought. Desperate moans escaped me, my hips bucking so I could take his fingers in deeper.

“You’re liking it,” he hissed, his fingering turning rough. “Just be quiet and I’ll let you have it all.”

He grew rougher, keeping his other hand clamped over my mouth so I couldn’t make more than the pitiful sounds I was making. The whole ordeal was turning into humiliation rather than an act of pleasure.

I cried out against his hand, trying to use the last remaining strength in my body to push him away. Panic choked me but I failed to shove him away. The wet squelching sounds deepened my humiliation.

I was barely able to breathe as he pressed into the mattress.

“I’ll move my hand,” he said, twisting his fingers inside me. “If you scream, I’ll make it worse for you.”

How much worse could it be? I wondered.

A pitiful sound escaped me. Taking it as cue, Noah slowly removed his hand from my mouth.

“Stay still and don’t make a sound,” he warned.

This time I obeyed, hoping I could please him into leaving me alone.

The sound of tearing fabric sent a jolt through me. Cold air skimmed over my naked back. Tears seeped from my closed eyelids as I realized he’d torn off my nightdress.

A few ripping sounds filled the air. My panties were shred too, leaving my ass and pussy completely bared to him.

“You’re beautiful, Milla,” he said in a low voice. “Just stay still and quiet. That’s how I like it.”

The head of his cock prodded between my pussy lips and rubbed, coating it with my juices. I bit my lip to stop the moan that nearly tore out of me.

Gripping my asscheeks, he plunged inside me with one vicious stroke.

I gasped from the sudden fullness as his cock penetrated me. Pulling out, he thrust in again, slipping deeper inside me.

Soft whimpers escaped and I couldn’t lie still anymore.

His fingers dug deep into my asscheeks as he grabbed me hard and pulled me back on his cock. My fingers twisted into the sheets as he plunged in with rough, hard strokes.

Deep guttural groans escaped him as he thrust into me.

I did my best to stay quiet. There was no way I could let anyone come into the room to see him fucking me like a rag doll. My rising pleasure deepened my humiliation.

This is what Noah wanted. My punishment and humiliation at his hands. It had nothing to do with desire.

“You’re barely making any sound,” Noah grated through clenched teeth. “You have no idea what it does to me.” His hard thrusts drove me deeper into the mattress. “I like it when you don’t fight. I like it when you submit.”

Was this Noah’s fantasy? Have a girl be as quiet and still as a corpse when he fucked her?

Through the haze of lust, I realized something about him. This was probably the reason why Noah Amhurst stayed away from girls on campus. His brothers were practically manwhores, but he always maintained a cold, aloof personality.

I’d come upon his weakness but it wasn’t something I could use to my advantage.

Noah’s powerful thrusts stayed stead.

Eventually, my body grew so tired I stopped fighting. My mind shut down, my body reveling in the feel of his cock impaling me.

Noah grunted over me. His hands tightened painfully on my hips as he drove his cock deep into me. White-hot cum burst inside me, filling me to the brim.

He kept thrusting inside me until he completely emptied himself inside me.

The sounds of my harsh, erratic breathing mingled with pants and groans. He pulled out of me without a word and got off me.

Too exhausted and battered, I continued to lie on my stomach.

“Mine,” he breathed. Leaning down, he bit my ear again.

Thick drops of cum dribbled onto my thighs. All my resistance was extinguished out of me. I lay still, wishing he’d leave me alone.

A bright flash followed the sound of a camera’s click.

Turning around, I saw Noah pointing his phone at me.

“Stop that!” I cried, pulling a blanket over me.

A cold smile lit his beautiful face. “This is to make sure you stay quiet.”

“Trust me,” I hissed. “No one will ever know.”

“You’re such a mess but so beautiful,” he said, staring at me with a strange look in his eyes. Keeping his gaze on me, he got dressed.

“I hate you,” I hissed.

He grinned. “I hate you too.”