First Love

ARIA’S POV

We were about to get in the car when Daminao stopped in his tracks all of sudden. I looked at him in confusion and was going to ask him that what’s wrong before a man approaches us. Looking at him, I realized that I’ve seen him before.

“Hello, Daminao.” He said in his strong accent.

I arched up my eyebrows. I know this voice, don’t I?

“And hello to you too, Aria.” He smiles.

And shit that smile. It was gorgeous. Wait a second, I know this smile. F*ck. It’s Lorenzo. The guy who kind of let me stay at his place when I ran off.

But this idiot, why has to bring my name Infront of Daminao? What will he do if he gets to know that I stayed at stranger’s place and that too of a man?

“You know her?” Daminao asked, his voice telling me that how angry he was.

“Off course, didn’t she tell you?”

Daminao looked at me like I’ve committed a biggest sin. He held my wrist tightly and pulled me towards him. His grip was tighter and it hurts.

But I chose not to utter a single word.

“Back off. She’s my girl!” Daminao said.

My girl? I am not yours, Daminao. I have an identity. I am Aria Hale.

Sucking for air, I tried to pull my wrist from his tight grip but all in vain. He was hurting me.

“Woah! Okay man! But did she tell you that we spent a night together at my place?”

Well f*ck him! That bastard. Son of a bitch. He’ll get me killed, for sure.

Damiano didn’t look at me next, all he did was to gesture me to sit in the car. I did as said and waited impatiently for him to come inside so that I can explain my side to him. He talked something to Lorenzo for few seconds before punching him straight to the face. My breath gets hitched up in shock. And that’s when he started coming back to the car.

Lorenzo wiped the blood from his face and then looked at me. He winked with a smirk and then left in his car.

What kind of man he is? I always got negative vibes from him. But now how am I going to face Daminao? He will kill me, no?

He sat inside the car and didn’t pay a single look to me. All he did was to drive the car. His grip on the steering wheel was rather tighter.

Great! I am so going to die today. Why the hell I planned to go on a picnic? Why haven’t I thought earlier about the consequences?

As we reached his mansion, he asked me to get out and I silently did so. After taking baby steps to his room, I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Open your legs.”

“Huh?”

“I SAID F*CKING OPEN YOUR LEGS.” He screamed making me flinch in fear.

I removed my pants and parted my legs away as he said. I was ashamed to be in this position but what else can I do?

“You love being a whore, don’t you?” He asked.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I gaped at his words and looked at him in disbelief. How could he say such a word when he was the one to take my virginity?

“What the hell are you saying?” I asked in shock.

He let out a merciless laugh and in next moment I saw him near my legs. He parted my legs furthermore and all of sudden inserted his two fingers deep inside my vagina.

My body froze in shock as he thrust deeper into my vagina.

Something strange started happening inside my body. It started acting as if I was in heaven. A sense of pleasure delighted me before he said something so disgusting that it broke my heart.

“Such a slut you’re. I can’t believe you’re actually enjoying this. Tell me did Lorenzo made you feel the same. Did you enjoy f*cking him?” He asked, shamelessly.

My body stiffened and suddenly all the pleasure I was feeling was now long gone. My vagina dried up and I felt an urge to vomit.

“You-” He didn’t let me say anything just thrust his fingers deeper now making me flinch in pain.

“You’re not my doll. You’re fu*cking not my doll. You’re whore, my whore.” He laughed, emotionlessly.

I frowned hearing such a dirty words from his mouth and tears started streaming down my face when he rolled his fingers over my clitoris. It hurts, it hurts both physically and emotionally to watch him behaving like this.

“Did Lorenzo f*cked you good?” He asked.

I bite on my lips and chose to ignore his harsh words.

“You’re getting it wrong, Daminao.”

“Shut the f*ck up, bitch.” He screamed.

Bitch? Till morning I was his doll and all of sudden I became bitch?

Tears continued to stream down as he forcefully thrust his fingers in and out of my vagina.

Somebody tell him that what he’s doing is not a punishment. It’s sexual harassment.

“I thought that you’re an innocent little girl but look at you spending a night at a man’s house and all.” He chuckled.

“You’re getting it wrong, Daminao.” I tried to told him but he pays no attention to my words.

“Come on, now say that you’re my whore.” He said.

I shook my head in denial and that’s when he thrust his fingers roughly which made me hiss in pain. Closing my eye, “I am your doll, Damiano.” I wishpered.

He looked at my face intently and then without uttering a single word went out of the room.

I put on my pants in shame and after wiping my tears, I decided to drop the idea of making him a better person so that he can visit a psychiatrist. He can do whatever he wants with me, I no longer care. If he don’t have any believe in my then why should I bother at all?

You want me to be your whore, right? Fine harrass me to become one just like you forced yourself on me.

I am tired. I am tired of being yours be it your doll or newly made whore. I want to escape from here. I want to go away from you. You’re just a pretty face with ugly heart, that’s it.