s*x And Gambit

ZORA'S POV I gasped as he gripped my hair while I tried to focus on the chandelier instead of the pain and meaningless thrusts. Love making and s*x were said to be an incomparably sweet endeavor, but with Marcel, it was a whirlwind of useless grunts. I groaned, bit my lower lips and stretched out my legs on the bed while he kept pounding in and out of me in his animalistic way. His grunts filled the room, suppressing my painful groan and fake moaning. Just as I expected, he was done, breathing like a narcissistic son of a douche bag. "Gosh, Zora! I have never had a girlfriend like you" He said breathing as he rolled off me. I gave a fake smile, not as if he was seeing my face. Did I tell you Marcel was my boyfriend? Yep, we are in a six month relationship. Who would have thought that I, a fifth semester law student, saw a bad boy in the school cafeteria one day, spoke to him and ended up being his forced girlfriend. "My father is throwing a party this week, you will come" Marcel said as he stood up and walked to the bathroom naked. That was odd. He never spoke about his family. I haven't seen his father and he wants me to follow him to a party!? He must take me as a naive child. How clever that he didn't ask me if I would want to go. One thing I hate about Marcel. He never asked if I could make it, if I would want to come, he just decided and it would be final. Again, I smiled. he had put on the shower, I lowered my hand to touch my deprived pvssy. I caressed it to feel it sore, it just got smatched for nothing and I didn't feel pleasure. Damn it! All my life I had fantasized what my first s*x would be like till I found Marcel. He first made fun of me, a 23 year old virgin before taking it away from me. He made me feel like he was the perfect person for me till I realized how toxic he had been. From feeling the soreness to feeling the wetness. Slowly, I worked my middle finger into my pvssy slowly, then faster. I closed my eyes, spread my legs, arched my waist and tried to meet each of my gentle strokes. Yeah... Yes. That small estacy, flowly from my toe up to my thighs. My brain flooded as I imagined a divk in me, driving me where Marcel's divk would never drive me to. I moaned, stretched my legs and curled my toes. The euphoria flush through my lower abdomen to my pvssy and straight up to my brain, giving me this tingling sweet sensation I have been wanting. I needed it to continue, to explore and explode in me but it slowly began to vanish. I groaned in raw frustration and again to work my fingers faster, hoping it would come back but it didn't. It was gone, leaving me breathless, empty, and unsatisfied as always. "Fvck! " I snapped. I opened my eyes and my heart literally skipped a bit and nearly exploded. "Fvck? " He replied. His hair was jet black matching with his jet black suit and shirt. His tan skin exposed numerous inks of tattoo around his slightly opened neck and back of his palms before he put them in his pants pocket. He lowered from the waist half, like he was trying to see more of me. Shamefully, I slowly removed my hand from in between my legs, closed them together and ans covered my body with the duvet. I bet what I did wasn't what he was expecting because he frowned, looked me dead in the eyes and said... "Why? " His baby blue eyes, captivated me. Held me and drowned me in lust, surprise and fear. I gulped, looked him back in the eyes and exhaled. "Who the fvck are you? " I managed to ask. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when we heard the bathroom door open. He looked at me again before leaving and closing the door on his way out. How come i didn't hear the door open earlier? It was like he wasn't just here, making me think I hallucinated a handsome bad boy because I was too horny and deprived to think straight. Finally, Marcel came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was singing in his language, Italian. He dried his hair with another towel and walked to his walking closet. "I said my father is hosting a ball and you are coming" He said again as if I hadn't heard him before. I rolled my eyes, thinking about when I used to tell myself that no man would control me. Not until I felt it was necessary to ignore the fact that I was in a strange country, on scholarship, saw a stranger I should be away from and decided to go say 'hi' because I was stupid enough to. Marcel came out later with an emerald green dress and tossed it on the bed. He looked me in the eyes and looked at the duvet, I bet he was wondering why I held it as if my life depended on it. I wasn't the type to cover my body because he had seen all of me. "You are wearing that, you will be my plus one and you dare not leave my side and sight" He stated. Rolling off the bed, I began to dress slowly and contemplated if I really saw someone else in the room or I was just seeing things. My phone buzzed on the side table and I realized it was time for my evening yoga. I Snoozed the alarm, fully got dressed and looked up to see Marcel staring at me. "You want to say anything? " He asked. "I don't want to go" I blurted and immediately regretted it. That look on his face, the way he walked towards me and yanked my upper arm. He brought me closer to himself, staring at me in silence as if wanting to stare out the audacity from me. "Honestly Marcel. I don't feel like we should continue this.. This... " I paused when he brought me closer. Close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my face. He let go of my arm, slowly moved my hair off my face and smiled. "You know that isn't an option, Zora" Marcel said "You are my girlfriend and... " "And I don't want to.. " I gulped in fear "It's been 6 months Marcel and you are wrecking my life. I came to Italy for college and live my life and and... You are making decisions for me and I don't want it, I don't think we love each other and... " "Do I have to love you! " He yelled at my face. I Shivered. All these months, there was something so scary about him. Maybe the way he was never alone, wasn't a student, lived in a mansion and I had always been a coward. "You belong to me, Zora. You should be lucky I don't have you locked up and fvcked daily since that is what you would like!" Rage. I don't know where that came from but I was as mad as hell. I pulled away from him, slapped him in the face as hard as I could and and stood akimbo. "You want to lock me up fvck me? " I asked " who do you think you are? A God? " I picked up my bag, grabbed my phone and gave him one last look. "I don't know what your beef is but it is over. This isn't a relationship and you know it" Feeling empowered, I walked past him. Making sure I pushed him off the way felt like the best thing I have ever done in my life. I made sure to bang the door close on my way and began to walk faster. For all I care, I still don't feel safe. The big house looked like a mansion. He doesn't go to work, he doesn't talk about himself, he has men standing in several positions including two at my front. I moved to the side to pass but they blocked me, moved again until I realized they didn't want me to pass. "Go back inside" One of them said. He sounded like a mean terminator. No wonder he doesn't talk at all. In these 6 months of seeing him with Marcel either in my dorm room or her, I realized this was the first time he ever said anything to me. "He said you should 'come back inside' or" He moved a step back and brought out a gun from his back pocket. At first I thought it was a fake, but when he removed it to my face and glared at me, I had no choice but to walk back to his room. Getting to his room, I found him sitting on the bed with a flat expression on his face. He looked up at me then to his side on the bed and I realized he wanted me to sit with him. "What makes you think you are special, Zora? " He asked as I refused to move. Pissed, he got up, walked to me, and yanked my hair. He tossed me to the floor and randomly brought out a gun and pointed it at my face. "You women like it hard," He said as he placed the gun on my forehead and frowned. "And you are staying here till then" Fear, confusion, and speechlessness overwhelmed me. Tears rolled down my eyes, and all that came to my mind was that my toxic boyfriend is criminal. "Who are you? " I whispered in fear. Marcel scoffed. He brought his face close to mine, kissed me, and smiled across my lips. "You just asking? Well, I am still Marcellino De Luca, your boyfriend," He said.