Restore scroll position Run.RUN, you idiot.But I can’t. Half because of the pure fear exploding through my body, and half because of the sheer disbelief that any of this is happening.This cannot be real.I slowly back away from this man I’m just now realizing I truly do not know. I’m aware that I view pretty much the whole world through rose-colored glasses, looking for and assuming the best because that’s just how I am.But it’s suddenly hitting me how dangerously misguided that is with Vaughn.“And if I say no?” I croak, my voice cracking. “If…if I tell you to stop⁠—”“There’s only one word that will stop me,” he growls deeply. “Nothing else will do a fucking thing once we begin.”“I—”My mouth snaps shut before I can blurt that I’ve never done this before.My first time can’t be this way—chased by a masked madman through a freaking graveyard, in the shadow of a haunted house.“We both know you’re a virgin, Evelina.”The color drains from my face.“N-no, I⁠—”“And here I thought you were going to try to use that virginity as a shield, thinking it might stop me tonight. Spoiler: it won’t. But go ahead,” he murmurs, his eyes glinting. “Lie to me. It’ll just make me even harder when those lies bleed all over my cock. And you will bleed for me, princess.”My eyes go wide in the gloom.“Now would be a good time to use that word,” he rasps darkly. “And yet,” he continues, “you’re still not saying it. You’re also not running,” he snarls quietly. “On one. Three…”“Vaughn,” I choke. “Wait⁠—”“Two…”“WAIT!” I scream shrilly, holding my hands up, like that is going to stop him. “Hang on, I⁠—”“One.”There’s no pause. Not one last second to think about the madness I’ve stumbled into. The word has barely left his mouth before his huge body lurches into action, bolting toward me.I scream and turn to run. But before I can take a single step, pain explodes through my scalp as I’m yanked back by my hair. A cry erupts from my mouth as I’m wrenched off my feet, landing hard on the ground. The breath leaves my body in a whoosh, and stars blink in front of my eyes as a roaring fills my ears.Vaughn’s shadow looms over me, surrounded by the crumbling gravestones and mausoleums. I whimper as I look up into the menacing, masked face of a man I’m quickly realizing might be a fucking monster.A predator.Which makes me the prey.With a cry, I roll away from him, scuffing my elbows on the ground and wincing in pain as I try to scramble to my feet and run away.But I already know that this isn’t a chase at all. I’ve already been caught.I was caught the second I set foot in this nightmarish house. No, before that. I was caught as soon as I got into Andrés’ car the other night.This isn’t a chase.It’s an inevitability.I scream when his big hand grabs my ankle, yanking hard. Another cry flies from my terrified lips as I go slamming back to the ground. I kick out, scissoring my legs and thrashing my feet in a blind panic. Before I can even land a single blow, he grabs both my ankles and violently drags me across the ground.“STOP! Stop it!!”I scream and choke into the dirt and leaves, clawing at them with torn fingernails. My pulse jangles as I kick back again, screaming into the crushed leaves beneath me, even as I realize how futile those screams are.I expected to be out of my element when I came here tonight.But I never in a thousand years expected this.No one is coming to save me.Nothing will stop him, except the one word I can’t bring myself to say.And I don’t know why that is.Without warning, I’m suddenly rolled violently onto my back. Before I can say a word, he grabs the front waist of my yoga pants and my panties in his fist. With a swift yank, he rips them roughly over my hipbones and down my thighs.The sheer violence of it sucks the air from my lungs, my eyes wide with horror.Then a basic survival instinct catches fire inside me.The instinct to fight back.I kick and thrash, screaming and clawing as he moves on top of me. His strong hand wraps around my throat, his emotionless mask leering down at me.A savageness I’ve never once felt before explodes inside me. Every muscle screams and rebels, my legs kicking and my arms flailing, trying to hit or scratch or slap him any way I can.An explosive heat thunders within me, roaring through my veins like a drug as I claw and scratch at him. My hand finally connects, and Vaughn grunts as the mask is knocked askew.One glinting, venomously blue eye stabs into me before he reaches up and rips the mask away entirely. His dark hair falls messily across his forehead, his chiseled, sculpted jaw grinding dangerously as his eyes blaze into mine.His face is so intensely blank. So devoid of humanity. It’s like I’m looking into the swirling emptiness of malevolence itself.Eye to eye.Mortal to monster.A broken whimper splinters in my chest when Vaughn’s long fingers tighten around my throat, his icy blue eyes glinting dangerously in the darkness as the crow screams in the night.“Use your word, princess,” he rasps, his eyes dark as a twitch pulses in his jaw.I shudder as he grinds his hips against me, pushing his thigh against my bare core. I tremble as the roughness of his denim scrapes against my thighs, edging closer to my sex.“Use your safe word,” Vaughn growls, “or so help me God, I will fuck this cunt until you can’t walk for a week.”My hand lashes out at his face before I even consider the consequences. My palm slaps his face sharply, and my nails rake down his cheek, leaving bright red claw marks on his skin.My eyes widen in horror.“Vaughn—!”A cry tears from my throat as he grabs my wrists and slams them above my head. He keeps them pinned there with one hand as he reaches for the neckline of my shirt with the other. I shriek when he grabs hold and yanks violently, ripping the fabric down to my navel before his hand grabs the front of my bra.My body arches off the ground as he viciously tugs, ripping the pink lace and tossing it aside before his eyes drop to my small breasts. I squirm and shudder under his gaze, my pale nipples tightening to points as my upper back writhes.He moves so quickly, I don’t even have time to scream. But suddenly, his mouth is on my breasts, and a choked squeal erupts from my throat when his lips wrap around a throbbing nipple.Then he bites down.HARD.I scream as a dark, dangerous zap bursts deep in my core. He bites down again, viciously, like he’s trying to take my freaking nipple right off.My arms strain against his grip on my wrists. Vaughn savagely mauls and chews first one nipple and then the other, alternating between punishing bites and roughly running his tongue over the throbbing, aching points of my nipples.A liquefying feeling surges between my legs, melting through my core as he savages my breasts and pins me to the ground like his prey.No.No no no, to all of it.No to the heat between my thighs. No to the achy, needy sensation slithering through my core as this psychopath brutalizes me.No to the rush of adrenaline humming through my veins, as if I’m hungry for more.Just no.Vaughn growls as he sucks and bites on one of my tender nipples, making me thrash and choke out a broken, needy cry.“Please!” I sob. “Please stop! STOP!”“Beg me, princess,” he groans into my breasts, biting down hard and making me squeal sharply. “You know it only gets me fucking harder.”He roughly shoves my legs apart and pushes himself between them. He drops one hand to his belt, yanking it open as my pulse jangles in my ribcage.This can’t be happening.This isn’t how I’m supposed to lose my virginity.“Say the word, Evelina,” he snarls in an almost human tone, pushing down his darkness just enough to give me one last warning. “Say the fucking word.”Inside, I’m screaming it.Midnight.MIDNIGHT MIDNIGHT MIDNIGHT.And yet my vocal cords won’t obey, whether from stupidity, terror, or some deranged act of defiance.I flinch when Vaughn grabs my panties and yoga pants tangled around my thighs, and a sharp gasp chokes from my throat as he viciously yanks them down past my knees. That survival instinct snaps to life inside me again, my feet kicking and thrashing, even though it’s pointless against his strength.Vaughn is utterly heedless of my clawing and screaming as he pulls my sneakers off. He rips my pants all the way off, tossing them aside before he roughly slaps my legs apart and inserts himself between them.I scream and claw and slap at his chest as he looms over me. My fingers catch in the neck hole of his T-shirt, which rips away from his body.I jerk my hand back, and a gasp lodges in my throat at the leering faces of terror and death that suddenly snarl and grin at me.Jesus.He’s covered in tattoos: skulls, reapers, snakes, daggers. Ghastly, ghoulish scenes dripping in darkness and blood are inked all across his grooved, chiseled, torso.Monstrosities leer down at me as the monster himself shoves his hand between my legs.My eyes bulge.“No, wait! Please⁠—!”I squeal as Vaughn sinks two thick fingers deep inside me. My back arches off the ground at the sudden intrusion, my legs flailing as I claw at his rippling forearm with both hands.But…God help me…I’m wet.Slickly, embarrassingly wet.My squeals, and the writhing and squirming aren’t because I’m in pain. They’re because those two thick fingers slide so easily into me.Pure mortification explodes across my throbbing face.“My my my,” Vaughn rasps in the darkness, stabbing through the gauze of madness fogging my mind. “This greedy little princess cunt is leaking all over me, making a fucking mess of my fingers.”I shudder, my legs vainly trying to close as he roughly strokes his fingers in and out and scissors them. Lewd, loud, wet sounds echo mortifyingly in my ears as he thrusts them into me violently, making my insides tighten and clench.I’ve done this a grand total of twice before, with Ethan. But it was more an awkward, fumbled rubbing, almost like he was petting a cat or trying to get a stain out of a couch cushion.The sheer physical dominance that Vaughn exerts over me as he buries his thick fingers inside me and strokes with mad intensity is something else entirely.Violent. Unhinged.It should repulse me. Make me shut down and go bone-dry with horror.Instead, it does the opposite.I feel undone, like the ropes and the brakes that have been holding me back have finally been cut loose. Like I’m in a mad free fall with open arms.I claw and slap at his arm, because I know I should. I’m supposed to hate this. But the loud, squelching sounds of my pussy dripping all over his fingers tells me how much of a lie that is and screams how broken I might be.His fingers ram into me harder, faster, his growls filling my ears as he buries his face in my neck.I cry out when he bites down on my throat like a freaking animal, his teeth scraping over my skin as I squeal and writhe, feeling myself spasming around his intruding fingers.“Your virgin cunt is so tight,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth to my breast. “Like it’s going to squeeze my fingers right off.”My breath catches in anticipation this time, then he savagely bites down again on my throbbing, erect nipple.His fingers start to thrust faster, curling deep against that electric spot inside as my legs begin to shake.My pulse starts to thunder out of control as my body stiffens.My core clenches, my insides contracting around his thrusting, thick fingers.No.No no no.I can’t come like this.I can’t freaking come, here, on the ground, with this psychopath shoving his fingers into my pussy like he’s trying to murder it.But the more I try to tell myself it’s not about to happen, the closer I get. The more that slithering, coiling sensation tightens in my belly as my eyes roll back.I’m going to come.I’m going to COME⁠—Vaughn’s fingers slide from between my legs. I choke on the broken sensation crumbling inside me as the buildup evaporates. My brow caves as I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop my disappointment from showing.My eyes snap to his and I watch with a thrumming sensation vibrating through my veins as he brings his fingers to his mouth. His lips wrap around the glistening digits, and my face throbs with heat when he groans deeply.“Mmm, princess,” he growls. “I think you might be my new favorite flavor.”He sits back on his haunches and starts to tug off the torn remnants of his shirt.I see my chance.I roll, scrabbling for purchase, trying to get to my feet. But before I can even lift myself an inch, a big hand wraps like iron around my ankle, pulling a scream from my throat.“Not. So. Fast.”I cry out, clawing as he drags me back to him first by the ankles and then the tattered remnants of my shirt and bra, which rip the rest of the way off under his brutal grip.Suddenly, fire explodes across my butt. A vicious SMACK hangs in the air.He just spanked me.I scream when he does it again, pinning me to the ground and raining slaps with his unyielding palm down on my butt. I twist and cry out, squirming on the ground as Vaughn spanks the hell out of me, until all I can feel is the throbbing hot, fiery sting of his hand against my flesh.“Please!!” I sob, writhing in his unyielding grip. He spanks me again and again, until tears are streaming down my face and I don’t even recognize the half-screamed moans that wrench from my throat.Horror spreads like poison through my veins.What was that?!I’m not enjoying this.I’m enduring it.I’m shaking from head to toe when he violently shoves me onto my back. I wince when my butt hits the ground, then cry out when Vaughn grabs my thighs and yanks me to him over the rough dirt.He rips his belt open and tugs down his zipper, then reaches inside.“Slow down!” I blurt, pawing at his hands as if that might stop him. “Please⁠—”Vaughn shoves his pants and boxers down over his hips.What.The.Actual.HELL.My brain shorts out for a second as my eyes land on the massive, swollen thickness that springs out of his jeans, bobbing heavily.He’s huge.Vaughn wraps a fist around the base, making his dick bulge as his hand slides up and down the veined shaft. He strokes himself a few more times before grabbing my thighs and yanking them up, my legs spreading to either side of his hips.Wait wait wait wait⁠—“Vaughn, please!!”“I warned you. Don’t get me harder, princess.”Panic consumes me as I stare in disbelief at his massive dick as he slowly fists it right over my pussy.No.There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me. It’s impossible.He’s going to split me in half.He’s going to destroy my pussy.He’s going to hurt me.Without warning, he slaps the swollen head of his cock against my pussy.A spasm ripples through me, turning my core to liquid fire as my throat tightens.Oh God no…He does it again and again, his big dick slapping against my wet clit until a broken, needy sound wrenches from my chest.Then he spits right on my pussy, making me even wetter.Something unhinged inside me breaks free, like a piece of me that I’ve kept walled up in the shadows suddenly escaping its prison.Vaughn slaps the heavy underside of his dick against my pussy again, and I whimper when he slides the big head through his spit, rubbing it against my clit. My body jolts, my back arching and my thighs shaking as he rubs my swollen button with his slippery dick before he suddenly drags the head down, sliding it between my lips.“Wait—!”His thick head presses against my opening as my breath comes in frantic, tight little bursts.“Wait! Please! Stop⁠—”“No.”“Vaughn!”I try to scramble away from that monster cock that I know is going to split me in half. But he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes, stopping me. I choke out a broken sound, my hands clawing and flailing, slapping at his arms, his chest⁠—Vaughn grunts as his palm connects with my cheek, an heated fire suddenly ripples across my face.Holy shit.My brain tries to process the fact that that Vaughn just slapped me, and the far worse realization that it sent a bolt of achy, twisting need rippling violently through my core.But my brain doesn’t get a chance to process either idea fully, because the sting of his palm is still on my cheek as he suddenly rams every inch of his massive cock deep inside me.I freaking scream.I yell like I’ve been burned on a hot iron, my back arcing as my bruised, sore butt levitates off the ground. Fiery pain sears through me, making me cry out as Vaughn groans deeply, impaling me on his huge dick.It feels like I’ve just been given a shot of pure adrenaline.My senses are on high alert.My pulse is racing.Every physical sensation feels too intense.The chilly night air on my skin. The rough scrape of the dirt and dead leaves underneath me. The pressure of the strong hand around my throat.…The way I feel stretched so freaking tight around his thickness.Mercifully, he just stays deep inside me for a second. Still, my breath chokes in my throat and my eyes roll back. My bare feet kick against the ground. My fingers rake down his muscled forearms as he holds me by the throat and hip, grinding his dick deep inside my pussy.I’m so tight.I’m so freaking full.Too full.He’s too big. Too much.He’s going to kill me with this dick.Just say the word.Scream it, and this madness ends.Midnight. Midnight. MIDNIGHT.“Mmm, such a greedy, slutty little fuck hole,” Vaughn growls in a husky tone.My brow caves, my breath becoming haggard and rasping as he slides out and then pounds right back into me.“Please—” I choke. “Slow d⁠—”I cry out, the broken sound alien to my ears as Vaughn brutally thrusts harder into me.“This pussy belongs to me. Don’t tell me how to fuck it,” he snarls. “This isn’t a fucking date, princess. I’m not here to make you come, in fact, I don’t give a shit if you do or not. What I care about is fucking⁠—”A high, needy whine, in a voice that I don’t recognize as my own, bursts unbidden from my lips, releasing itself into the night as he rams into me.“This.”This time, I know I don’t recognize the sound that erupts from my throat.It’s not pain. Not terror.It’s desperate need, deep and primal. And it scares the hell out of me as Vaughn slams his huge dick back into my poor, battered pussy.“Little.”I choke, my chest clenching when I feel him so deep that it feels like he’s in the back of my throat. Pressure throbs inside me, the sensation of being so full taking my breath away.“Pussy,” he rasps. “Until I empty every drop of my fucking cum inside it.”No one has ever come close to talking to me like this before.Never been this cold, calloused, and uncaring.That makes it even worse when the lewd wet sounds fill my ears as he pounds into my pussy like an animal, and when that achy, needy moan rips from my throat.When my hips roll eagerly to meet his every thrust.When I feel my pussy rippling and quivering around his thickness.When he spits on me again, the drool hitting my chin and neck before he slaps my face once more with his palm.Then my breasts, over and over, hitting my nipples as I scream and shudder and shake under him.“There’s a good cum whore,” Vaughn snarls in a deep, rasping, demonic voice that sends me reeling. He pounds into me, one hand around my throat and the other raining slaps over my my breasts, my butt, and my pussy.The terrifying faces of skulls and snakes and ghouls leer at me from his rippling body as his hand on my throat slides around my neck and his fingers snake into my hair. He grabs it in a fist and yanks, making me screech as he tugs my head back, exposing my neck.“Mmmm, such a wet, tight little pussy. My tight little pussy,” he hisses against my throat through clenched teeth, thrusting into me with hard, fast, brutal strokes. The sheer size and force of his dick knocks the breath from my lungs, sending my bruised and battered ass scraping across the ground as he fills me over and over again.But God help me, I want more.More of the madness.The pain. The humiliation.The sweet agony, and the even sweeter release.The more he gives, the more I want. The worse he inflicts, the harder I want it.And that realization has me quivering and shaking as my whole world begins to tighten and coil.“Fuck, princess,” he snarls in a deep, hungry tone. “Your sweet virgin blood feels so fucking good soaking my cock.”The last resistance snaps inside me. The breath rushes out of me with a whooshing choke as my body starts to adjust and stretch and cling tight to his invading cock.A broken, gasped surrender slams into me. For a second, as I look up and meet the brutal, icy blue glint in his eyes, it feels like I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been before. Not just because I am naked. It’s like he, unlike anyone else, is finally seeing all of me.Seeing the dark part inside me that I’ve kept hidden, even from myself.And when he brutally thrusts into me, I come undone. Completely. Irreversibly.Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes, but not from pain or humiliation.It’s because suddenly, unexpectedly, and unapologetically, I feel more alive than I ever have.I shudder when Vaughn cups my face, his eyes glinting darkly as he wipes away my tears with his thumb.“Don’t cry, little princess,” he murmurs, leaning close and letting his teeth graze the delicate curve of my neck. “You’ll make me come.”His words drag like a knife point over my skin.His teeth follow. Biting. Sucking. Eating me alive. His mouth everywhere: on my collarbone, my breasts, my nipples. His hands grasp my hips, lifting them as he pounds into me, hitting a spot inside that makes me start to shatter.His thrusts become deeper, more violent, as if he’s trying to stab me to death with his cock. But the harder he pounds, the more tightly wound I become. The more he brutalizes my body, the more my insides turn to molten fire.Vaughn sits back on his haunches, his hands holding my hips and lifting my butt off the ground as he thrusts into me like he hates me.My toes curl and cramp up. My legs kick. A quivering trembling builds deep inside.I desperately try to remind myself that I’m only doing this because I have to.Because he’s forcing me.But the terrifying truth is, I like this. And what really scares me is how much I’m craving his madness.How much the pain turns me on.I’m going to come.My back scrapes against the ground. My hands claw and dig at his arms as he reaches down, wraps a hand around my throat, and squeezes.My eyes roll back as my entire reality blurs and shatters.Oh God…Oh GOD.“That’s it, come apart for me, slut.”Smack.His hand slaps my breasts, making my nipples scream in agony and pleasure as they tighten to points. He leans over and bites down hard on the same nipple, making me cry out as my pussy pulses around his huge dick when he rams into me again and again.“You’re fucking mine now, my little cum whore,” he snarls. “You belong to me. This cunt belongs to me. Your pain and your pleasure belong to me. Your cum belongs to me.”Slap.Thrust.Squelch.Scream.Whimper.Sob.Everything becomes a blur: his brutal hands, his vicious thrusts, owning me, consuming me, reducing me to dust as I shatter.“Be a good little cum slut and break for me, princess.”Oh God…My body spasms and shakes as the orgasm slams into me like a hurricane making landfall.I claw at him, my entire body twisting and writhing, grinding against his invading cock as I come harder than I ever have in my life.Vaughn grunts as he pushes his dick as deep as he can get—deeper than it’s been so far, and touching a place inside that makes me see stars. Then he pulls out, and fists his glistening, blood-streaked cock as he roars his release.Cum sprays across my tummy in thick, hot, white ropes, splattering my pussy and my thighs and running in white rivulets down my hips. A second burst lands across my breasts, and a third splatters my chin as I whine and moan.Covering me.Marking me.Destroying me.I’m numb as I look down, and tremble when Vaughn slides a hand over my body, rubbing his cum and my blood into my skin.“I told you your tears were going to make me come, princess.” Share to your friends Dance of Monsters: Chapter 10 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.Tap the middle of the screen to reveal Reading Options. If you find any errors (non-standard content, ads redirect, broken links, etc..), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.Report