Master of Lust

Chapter - 187

"Don't you dare cross me, you son of a bitch," Megan spat, her voice trembling with fury as she struggled against Rick's grip, her body thrashing against him in a desperate attempt to break free.

But Rick just smirked, his grip tightening like a vice as he leaned in closer. "Hold on tight, sweetheart. Today, I'm gonna show you just how powerless you really are," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.

With a surge of strength, Rick began to force himself on Megan, his intentions clear as day. But Megan wasn't about to go down without a fight. With a fierce determination, she pushed back against him, defying him with every fiber of her being.

Their bodies collided with a sickening thud as Rick shoved Megan onto the table, the impact sending jolts of pain shooting through her. But even as she winced, she refused to give in, summoning every last ounce of strength to fight back against her assailant.

Megan lay sprawled out on the table, her body tense with frustration, her limbs splayed out like a broken doll. She felt utterly exposed beneath Rick's looming figure, his presence casting a suffocating shadow over her. Despite the fear and anger boiling inside her, she refused to back down, her eyes burning with defiance as she met Rick's gaze head-on.

With a forceful shove, Rick sent her crashing onto the table, his movements quick and decisive. She gasped as the impact stole the air from her lungs, her body protesting against the rough treatment. And then, he was on top of her, his weight pressing down like a heavy blanket, trapping her beneath him.

Megan's skin prickled with discomfort as she felt Rick's hot breath against her neck, his closeness sending a shiver down her spine. It was suffocating, oppressive, like being trapped in a cage with a hungry predator.

As Rick inched closer, his movements were like a stalking predator, every step deliberate and filled with an unsettling intensity. But Megan wasn't about to become his prey. With every fiber of her being, she fought against his advances, refusing to surrender to the suffocating grip he tried to impose.

Rick's eyes fixated on Megan's lips, glossy and alluring. They seemed to beckon him, their lustrous sheen capturing his attention like a moth to a flame. In the soft glow of the room, they glimmered with an almost otherworldly allure, their fullness and moisture tantalizingly on display.

"I'm going to savor every moment with you," Rick murmured, his voice low and dangerous. His tongue darted out to moisten his own lips, anticipation gleaming in his eyes like a predator eyeing its prey.

Megan's voice cracked like a whip, raw with emotion, as Rick pushed her against the unforgiving surface of the wooden table. Rick pressed his weight on her lean body, rubbing her ass against the roughened surface of the wooden table.

Her once serene expression twisted into a mask of anguish and fury, her features contorted with the weight of her torment. Eyes that had once sparkled with curiosity and hope now blazed with a fiery rage, a tempest raging within her soul.

With every accusation hurled from her lips, it was as if the air itself recoiled, as if her words were blades slicing through the silence. She fought tooth and nail, a wounded animal backed into a corner, but each blow only drove her deeper into the abyss.

Rick's touch, cold and unyielding, sent shivers coursing through Megan's almost naked body, her skin prickling with goosebumps. As he tore open his shirt and flung it aside, Megan's gaze followed its trajectory, lost in a swirling maelstrom of fear and confusion.

Rick's fingers dug into Megan's skin like claws as he yanked her closer, his touch leaving a fiery trail in its wake. With a resounding crack, his hand collided with her cheek, the force of the blow turning it a furious shade of crimson. Megan's eyes widened in shock, a silent scream echoing in their depths as she stared at him, unblinking, unyielding.

"Get off me, you bastard," Megan spat through gritted teeth, her voice a mix of pain and fury. She tried to push him away, to break free from his suffocating grasp, but Rick's hold was like iron, unyielding and unrelenting.

"Stay steady and calm because I'm going to fuck you for sure. So, better cooperate and go with the flow." Rick whispered into her ear, his words dripping with malice. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin.

Rick's cruel grip tightened on Megan's delicate earlobe, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh until it began to seep crimson. She gritted her teeth, feeling the sting of pain shoot through her like lightning. Her cheek became a casualty, caught between the merciless jaws of her assailant as she fought to contain the agony, a silent scream trapped behind clenched teeth.

"Rick! Let go of me! This is your final warning!" Megan's voice rang out, a desperate plea laced with raw anguish.

But Rick only laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Beg me, sweetheart. Beg for mercy, and maybe I'll consider showing you some."

"Rick, I said let me go!" Megan's words were laced with fury, her eyes blazing with an intensity that matched the inferno raging in her heart. Her pulse thundered in her ears, a constant reminder of the terror coursing through her veins.

But Rick remained unmoved, his smile twisted into a grotesque mockery of amusement. "Sorry, Miss Megan, but your pleas don't quite satisfy me," he sneered, a sinister glint dancing in his eyes.

Megan's gaze locked onto Rick's with an intensity that could melt steel. The fire in her eyes burned with a fury fueled by unresolved resentment and a desire for vengeance. Meanwhile, Rick's stare was a cocktail of longing and unbridled lust, a dangerous combination that threatened to consume them both.

With a clenched jaw, Megan fought back the urge to unleash her wrath upon him, her teeth grinding together in a harsh, scraping symphony of anger. Rick, undeterred by her seething rage, took hold of her with a forceful grip, yanking her head back by her hair with a cruel disregard for her pain.

A strangled cry tore from Megan's throat as strands of hair threatened to tear free from her scalp under Rick's brutal grasp. Each tug felt like a betrayal of her very being, a violation of her autonomy.

Despite her pleas and protests falling on deaf ears, Rick continued his merciless assault, dragging her limp form toward a nearby chair.

Finally, Rick deposited her roughly onto the chair, her head lolling back against the unforgiving surface. Her legs dangled over the edge, brushing against the cold tiles below, a stark contrast to the searing pain radiating from her scalp. Experience exclusive tales on m v|l e'm,p| y- r

Rick's hands closed around Megan's naked flesh, gripping her breasts with a force that made her gasp for air. She arched her back against the hard wooden chair, a mixture of pain, distress, and frustration etched onto her face.

As Rick's lips trailed over her smooth skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, Megan's heart pounded in her chest like a war drum. She could feel the weight of his desire pressing down on her, suffocating her with its intensity.

With a savage hunger, Rick latched onto one of her breasts, his mouth forming a tight seal around her nipple. He sucked and nibbled, as if trying to extract every last drop of life from her. Meanwhile, his fingers tortured the other breast, pinching and twisting her sensitive flesh until she thought she might scream.

Even through the barrier of fabric, the pressure against her pussy was suffocating, Megan had lost most of her strength.

Rick's touch was like fire against Megan's skin, igniting a blaze of agony that threatened to consume her whole. His hands, rough and calloused, moved with a predatory precision, leaving a trail of torment in their wake. The sensation of his teeth sinking into her delicate skin was both excruciating and violating, leaving behind a searing imprint of his dominance.

His pinches were like vices, crushing the tender flesh beneath his fingers with a relentless force that left her gasping for breath. The pressure was unbearable, a relentless assault that threatened to break her spirit as well as her body. And as he squeezed, the pain intensified, a relentless crescendo that threatened to overwhelm her senses.

But it was his sucking and licking that truly pushed her to the brink of madness. Each caress of his lips against her skin was like a brand, leaving behind a mark that would never fade. The sensation of his tongue tracing patterns across her flesh was both torturous and intoxicating, a twisted dance of pleasure and pain that left her trembling with a mixture of desire and revulsion.

In that moment, Megan felt like she was being torn apart, her very essence laid bare for Rick's twisted amusement. She was trapped in a nightmare of her own making, suffocating beneath the weight of his desire and her own helplessness.

Trapped between the hard, unforgiving wooden chair pressing into her back and the looming figure of Rick before her, Megan felt like a cornered animal. She could feel the panic rising within her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her in its icy grip.

"It hurts, you bastard! Let go!" Megan's voice echoed through the room, raw with pain and anger. But Rick only chuckled in response, his grip tightening with every passing moment.

"Come on, Megan, don't play innocent," he taunted, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "You're no stranger to pain. You're a pro, remember?"

Rick's voice dripped with disdain, each word laced with a toxic blend of mockery and contempt. "Oh, come off it, Megan," he sneered, his tone oozing with derision. "Don't pretend to be innocent now. We both know you're no stranger to pain. In fact, you're practically an expert, aren't you?"

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