Breaking Bella by Jenna Rose
Brax
Normally,I drive alone. Sure, I have two cars of my men with me wherever I go, but I always drive by myself.
Until tonight.
I look over at her, sitting beside me in the passenger seat, so pure and innocent, a brilliant light in the void of my life, and I feel my chest begin to warm. But at the same time, I’m still filled with a terrible rage as I’m reminded of the awful situation she got herself into tonight.
“So, what was that, Bella?” I ask, my foot heavy on the gas.
“What…what was what?” her voice is so pure, even if it is trembling.
“That date you were on. What was that? That guy was clearly a piece of shit. Did he pay you for your time or something?”
That gets a tiny laugh out of Bella, a laugh that goes straight to my chest like a match being lit in the darkness. “I wish…”
But at the same time, her naivety heightens the anger still burning in my gut, and I snap.
“Don’t laugh! Guys like that are trouble, Bella. Do you know what you could have gotten yourself into if I hadn’t shown up? Guys like that want one thing, Bella. To fuck you and leave you.”
I try not to picture it—her naked body beneath his—but the image flashes through my mind nonetheless, and my knuckles go white around the steering wheel. Bella lowers her head, causing her hair to fall across her face.
“Well, that wouldn’t have happened…” she says quietly. “I don’t…do that.”
“It doesn’t matter what you do, Bella. That was his plan. He would have convinced you he was looking for something else, fucked you and then ghosted you.”
“No, I mean, I don’t…do that…”
She glances at me with a quick flicker from her eyes, and I understand what she’s saying.
“Wait, you’re…you’re a virgin?”
Christ, she really is innocent.
But for some reason, this angers me even more.
A girl like this should be spoiled, cherished by the right man. Not treated like garbage by an obvious player-wannabe. What’s gotten into her that she would let herself get into a situation like that one back at the bar?
Bella nods like she’s ashamed.
“How old are you?”
“Nine…nineteen,” she replies.
“And you’ve never had sex.”
“No.”
“How is that possible?” I ask.
She shrugs. “No one’s ever wanted me before.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “You can’t possibly believe that.”
Christ, either this girl is lying right now, or her self-confidence issues run deep. And given the fact that I can spot a liar a mile away, I’m pretty sure it’s the second option.
We’re approaching the house. I jerk the wheel and pull up the drive as the gate opens for us.
I’m going to make this angel mine, but at the same time, I’m going to make her see just how much she’s worth. Make her see the value in herself. But in order to do that, I’m going to have to break her down…
…and break her in.
Something comes over me as I step out of the car. It’s like I can’t get her into the house fast enough. Into my world. It’s time to show her the truth, even if I have to make her see it by force.
Her wrist is tiny, thin between my fingers as I pull her to her feet. She makes a soft sound, a tiny whimper that causes my cock to pulse against my fly. I’m so fucking hard I could just about tear my zipper to pieces. I’ve never wanted a woman like this in my life. And what’s more, I know that she wants this. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. And by the time I’m done with her, she’ll be a whole new woman. One who knows who she belongs to.
“Brax,” she says softly as I pull her into the house. “What—what are you doing?”
“Since you don’t seem to value yourself,” I tell her as I drag her into the living room, “I’m going to go ahead and have my way with you.”
My cock is throbbing as I throw her down on the couch. Her breasts bounce beneath her crop-top, causing my heart to pump blood to my power source. Christ, I’m feeling fucking light-headed as I unbuckle my pants and look down at her. Her brown eyes meet mine, and I’m struck by her vulnerability. If I don’t claim her, someone else will, and there’s no world where I let that happen.
I can’t remember the last time I got hard just by looking at a girl. That’s a young man’s game. I may only be thirty years old, but it normally takes some kind of physical stimulation to get my cock moving. But just thinking about sliding inside Bella’s untouched pussy has me ready to come in my pants.
Even fully clothed, I can tell her body is a blessing. Perfection. Something most men could only beg for, but tonight she was out with an absolute dickhead who could never deserve her. I think about the fact that it could have been him with her tonight instead of me, and the rage instantly returns.
“You’ll just go out with any guy who pays you any attention, won’t you?” I growl, pulling my cock out of my pants. Her eyes go wide when she sees my length, my girth. But beyond that, I can tell she’s never seen one before. She truly is innocent.
“I…Brax, why are you saying this to me?”
After living my life in the criminal underworld for so long, I had almost forgotten people could be this naïve. She needs to be taught a lesson. But beyond that, she needs to be protected. And there’s only one man to do it.
But first things first…
“Take off your clothes,” I command her.
“Wha…Brax, I…”
“You heard me,” I tell her. “Don’t question me. Take them off. I want to see your naked body, Bella.”
Her cheeks go bright red, and she hangs her head in shame, but there’s a brief flicker in her eyes that no other man will see. It’s visible for less than a second, but it’s there. Like a flash of lightning from the depths of her womanly soul.
Part of her is enjoying this.
Part of her needs this, even if she doesn’t consciously know it.
She can’t maintain eye contact while she does it, but she unzips her pants and tugs them down over her smooth, perfect hips, revealing the tiny red thong she’s wearing beneath. Christ, is she really this bashful? She’s dressed like a sexpot, but it’s all a façade. Her self-confidence is in the toilet.
I’ll make her see what a goddess she is…
I lean in and snatch her jeans once she’s got them at her knees. I almost pull her off the couch as I tear them off of her. Then I grab her shirt and almost rip it getting it up and over her head.
Her tits spill out like two perfect globes, bounce and settle high on her chest. Her nipples are hard and pink like two delicious candies that have me drooling like a hungry dog. I lean in and kiss them both, causing her back to arch and a whimper to escape her perfect lips.
“No bra,” I whisper. “You little slut.”
I want to fuck her to pieces. Break her down and build her back up. I want to claim her little pussy with vicious strokes that she’ll never forget. This will be a night to remember, Bella. I promise you that.
I press my cock against her panties and feel the moisture-soaked fabric against my swollen crown. She may be shy, she may be innocent, but her body is responding in ways she can’t deny. Maybe she is a timid little kitten, but right now I’m a rabid dog, and her pussy is more than ready for me.
“Brax, I—I don’t know if I’m ready for this—”
“No?” I growl, pulling her panties aside to reveal the prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen in my life. Bare, a shining little slit just begging to be penetrated. “And what were you going to do when Josh put his grubby little hands all over you?”
I grab her hips with one hand, pull her closer, use my knee to spread her legs wide. She shifts, giving me a fresh nose-full of her scents—bodywash, shampoo, a light perfume, but then there’s also more…
There’s her. And when I smell that, I go into overdrive.
“I…I don’t know, Brax,” she stammers as I press the head of my cock against her pussy lips, wet from her arousal. “I don’t think Josh would have made a move on me like you…”
“Oh, he would have,” I reply, grinning like a maniac, possessed by her sensuality. “Not like me, Bella. No man could ever take you like I can, but he would have tried. And you wouldn’t have stopped him, would you?”
I already know what she’s going to say—what her answer would be. But I don’t want to hear it. I can’t. So I don’t give her a chance to answer.
Without hesitation, I slide my cock inside her unclaimed pussy.
Christ, it’s even better than I thought it would be…It’s perfection, and it’s mine. Only mine.
I grunt as I bury my inches. The warmth, the softness, the smoothness and perfection consumes me, and I almost blow my load right then and there. I have to clench my teeth along with every other muscle in my body to stop myself from coming. She has no fucking idea what she’s doing to me. The perfection she possesses.
“Christ, that really is a virgin pussy, isn’t it?” I grind my cock into her, pumping my hips back and forth, feeling the overload of sensation as every one of my nine inches slides in and out of her. I tighten my grip on her waist and fuck her harder as I think about the fact that this perfect woman could have let herself be someone else’s tonight.
“You think you can go around dressed like that, with any guy who puts his hands on you and not end up with a dick in you?” I growl, picking up the pace. “Without getting fucked like a little slut, Bella?”
“I—Brax…” she whimpers. “I’m not a slut…I’m a virgin.”
“Not anymore you’re not. And you let that prick, Josh, put his hands on you and didn’t stop him.” My intensity ramps up, and my cock throbs inside her perfect cunt. I grab her hard by the tits and squeeze. So soft, but so firm at the same time. Perky and perfect. This girl is absolute perfection. “That’s the definition of a slut, Bella. What would you have let him do if I hadn’t stopped him?”
Do I sound like an asshole? Probably. But I’m in a fever right now, possessed by her perfection, her innocence, and Bella needs to hear it straight from someone. I intend on keeping her, but Josh would have tossed her aside like a piece of trash, just another girl to practice his game on like the red-pilled piece of shit he is.
But me—I intend on keeping her.
I feel my orgasm building inside me with an unbearable pressure. Christ, this is going to actually hurt. My balls are tight as they slap against her puckered asshole with each of my strong strokes. I watch her tits bounce as I fuck her hard, harder than any virgin should be fucked, but it’s as hard as Bella deserves.
Yeah, she’s gonna be sore tomorrow.
Her breath patterns shift to short and staccato. I feel her pussy tighten up on my shaft. The muscles in her stomach go tight. She’s close too. We’re going to come together.
“I—Brax, I can’t,” she mutters as she starts to panic. She’s never come in the presence of a man before, and having only just met me, she’s not ready to let go. But that’s fine. She doesn’t have to be ready. She has no choice in the matter.
“Oh, you can’t?” I growl, getting right up in her face so my lips brush against hers. “I think you can, Bella. In fact, I’d be willing to bet everything I own that my little angel is going to come all over the devil’s cock right now.”
I don’t know if she’s on the pill, and frankly, I don’t give a damn.
I unload inside her, releasing all the cum that’s been building up in my balls since the moment I set eyes on her back at the bar. And what a load it is.
My cum coats the walls of her pussy, fills her until she can take no more, and then spills out of her and drips down her thighs onto the couch. I feel her coming too. Her whimpers fuel me, drive me higher than I’ve ever been. I come so hard I get light-headed and have to lean my head down against her neck so I don’t pass the fuck out.
It’s the best orgasm I’ve had in my life, but beyond that, it’s filled with something new, something incredibly foreign to me.
The desire to keep Bella close.
Normally when I’m done with a woman, I’m done with her. But this is different. A warmth fills my chest as I look down at her, gasping beneath me as her climax bliss rolls through her.
“Brax, I…” She pulls herself off of me as reality snaps back to her. More of my cum slips out of her pussy and spills onto the couch. Yeah, I came a lot. When she sees it, her eyes go wide. She grabs at her pants and struggles to pull them on. “I have to go…”
I let her get her jeans on, but that’s as far as it goes. I seize her by the wrist and make a tsk sound with my tongue against the back of my teeth.
“I don’t think so, angel,” I tell her. “You’ve been claimed by the devil. You belong to me now. If you think I’m going to let you out of my sight again, you’re crazy.”
She looks at me with those eyes that rock me to the center of my being. She has no idea the power she has over me, and I’m not even sure if I can ever let her know. And it’s then that the tears begin to fall.
“You bastard!” Her slap stings my cheek, but I take it without retaliation, and that’s something I’ve never done before. I watch as she grabs her top and races away from me toward the door. My men will stop her, take her to a bedroom and lock her up there where she will wait for me.
And then it will begin.
I made a woman out of her, and now I will make a wife out of her. I broke Bella, and now I will rebuild her. And she will love me for it. Even if she hates me now. `
