Chapter 13 Claimed!

Aurora's POV He placed me down on the bed and I fell on the bed like a lifeless doll thinking was I the first girl he was doing that to me. Had he forced other girls too? What will he do once he is done with me? Probably kill me after satisfying himself. I couldn't help but wonder about that. As he promised I was numb, he snatched all my hopes and left me helpless. There was no one to save me. I have no family, I have no one to call a family. Rafael got an easy target, or maybe I was wrong because I don't think even that would have stopped him. I closed my eyes when his thumb touched my lips. He didn't smell like a gun and cigarette that night. There was a hint of freshness in his scent. It invaded my mind when he leaned closer to me, I could feel his breath on my face. "Aren't you going to stop me, Angel?" He asked amused while caressing my cheek with his knuckles. His platinum rings were cold. He wanted me to struggle and then make me realise that I won't succeed. I didn't want to answer but he would have got offended. "Can I?" I spoke my mind but I sounded defeated and I was defeated! "Wanna try?" He gently removed my hair from my neck as he hovered over me and his chain dangled on my chest. Sending goosebumps to my body with its coldness. I gulped when his nose trailed on my neck to ear. "Please don't play with me..." I requested realising that he was playing with me. "Just do it and finish whatever you want to do" I knew it was inevitable, he was going to have what he wanted and I was in no power to stop the mafia boss but at least I could make it less painful. "Please" My eyes were still closed as tears escaped. He lightly picked the tear and I could feel him smirking. "There is no fun then" I felt the same mischievousness in his voice. My breathing quickened when he unbuttoned my shirt and his fingers trailed from chest to belly, leaving a ticklish feeling behind. His thumb touched the skin where my mole resides. "You are beautiful..." I opened my eyes when he sounded genuine, no wicked tone or mischievous expressions. He was purely in daze. His eyes were admiring me. Our eyes met. His were filled with passion and mine were filled with vulnerability. I was begging him with eyes. His eyes stretched when he read my eyes. "Let's play a game" My heart started ramming again thinking about what he was going to do. I can handle his sick games but not in bed. I don't know how he will ruin my body. "Three minutes!" I looked at him confused while he tucked down my shorts and tossed them away along with my panty. My legs were clenched together in shame. It didn't matter because he saw me naked the night before. "I'll give you three minutes..." He stated. "Show me that you don't want this..." He kissed between my breasts and pulled down the strap of the bra with his teeth. His large hands unclasped the hooks and I didn't realise when he stripped me completely. I was lying beneath him bare and he was still covered in his branded clothes. His eyes again met mine and I was completely confused by his words. "If I can't make you moan in three minutes then I won't touch you again..." He declared and my eyes widened. To be honest I expected him to be an animal and destroy me but in reality he was challenging himself. I had no idea if he was going to keep his promise or not but I had a chance of an escape. I could have proved myself. He kissed the mole on my chest. "But if you fail then you will lose a right on your body..." He smirked. I had two options, win the game and save myself or devote my body to the devil after losing the game. I was sure that I would win because I hated him, I didn't want his touch, I was forced. I blinked my eyes as he started the game and stared at the clock on the wall waiting for three minutes to get over. His lips wrapped around my nipples and my fists clutched on the sheet as my body reacted. That wasn't supposed to happen. His lips wandered on my chest and neck and I felt the throb down there. I couldn't understand if it was because I wasn't touched for months. But I wasn't going to moan. He can't touch me well enough to make me lose my sanity. His hands held on my waist and kissed each and every inch of my body until he stopped on my wetness. I was ashamed that he was watching me dripping but my eyes were still on the clock. He had used a good time to kiss my body because he had only one minute and I smiled, too confident that no man can make a woman moan in just one minute. Rafael smirked at my smile which I was giving to watch. He buried his face between my legs and my body jolted with spark when his tongue gave me a first lick. I bit on my lips when he touched the sensitive spot. He drew a reaction with just one and it scared me thinking about what he was going to do after that. His strong arms dragged my legs on his shoulders and he flicked my clit with his tongue. I almost gasped but controlled. It was half minutes remaining, My heartbeats were rising. He increased his movements, his mouth started eating me like he was thirty for decades. My legs felt the sparks and it reached every cell of my body. I was shaking with pleasure. No man had eaten me like he was doing. I controlled myself from moaning, my hands dug in the sheet. Teeths dug in lips until I tasted blood and head rolled back to handle the intense feeling. I felt the edge and looked at the watch, just a few seconds more. I was winning but then he did one more flick to my clit and I orgasmed with the unwanted moan. My toes dug in his back as my back arched and I released myself. I had never orgasmed just with the oral. The feeling was overwhelming, It was too late when I realised what happened. I closed my eyes in regret. I had the chance to save myself but I lost that. I never felt so stupid. I closed my eyes in regret when I saw his mocking eyes. He was really playing, he knew that he could make me moan in five seconds but he gave me three minutes on purpose. He was enjoying me. He wasted most of the time on kissing and showed me how weak I am by making me moan in the last second. He let me think that I was winning. He fed on my struggle. That's what Rafael does, he makes you think that you are capable of winning and when you think that you are winning then you realise that it was just a Mirage. Rafael never let anyone win. "Enough of being gentle... Your soul is mine now" My heart almost stopped beating when he removed his shirt and threw it away. He unleashed his animal with that. I couldn't do anything, he gave me a chance and I lost. He spread my legs in an eagle position and swiftly entered inside me. I gasped when he filled me up. He was large and thick. My legs started shaking with his thrusts. I thought I would cry and he would make it worse but he had something else in his mind. He made me moan with each thrust, he made me realise how shameless my body is and how desperately I needed a dick. I would have stood against him with dignity but he successfully snatched that from me. I would have been happy, if he would have made me hate it. Loath his touch and cry out loud but he ruined that for me. His sweaty body slid on to mine as he hit the spot and made me roll my head with each thrust. I couldn't take it. He was driving me crazy. His hands wrapped around my ankles and widened my legs even more, giving him better reach. I struggled to get hold of something as I felt another wave of pleasure washing over me, he fucked me through my orgasm. His hand locked my wrists behind my back when he pulled me up and his mouth marked me everywhere. He left his marks behind like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't possible to stop him now. He had set his devil free. I was flipped on my stomach and felt him filling me up again. My walls clenched around his length as he pressed me down on the bed and made me cry with each thrust. I lost the count of how many times he made me come undone. All I could hear was his grunts and my moans mixed with a cry of pleasure. Now that I think about it, I feel it would have been better if he would have just raped me and made me cry because then I would have look into his eyes with dignity and pride that I didn't lose. But he made me lose and snatched my dignity first, he made me moan like a whore and I let him fuck me like one. That guilt went deep inside my heart and I couldn't look into Rafael's eyes with confidence again because they mock me, bully me that I lost just because I had no control over my own body. He played and played well! That night Rafael really took my soul from me and left behind a moving body.