Chapter 7

Vera's POV

His left hand was on my hair, his teeth were on my neck, and his right hand was on my breast as he pushed his dîck inside me, and I caught my breath.

That's what he tried to warn me about, but I was too adamant to listen. He's a beast. A sex freak! I thought I was going to die in his hands and I begged for mercy, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

I didn't know what I felt; I couldn't tell if I was enjoying it or not. At one point, he thrusted deeply inside me and paused. His muscles creaked and I gnashed my teeth in pain as my vagina opened wider to accept the whole of him.

"Jackson! Please!! You are hurt–hurting me!!!" I cried again, and forcibly pulled at the wall.

He knew what I was trying to do, so he grabbed my two hands and twisted them to my back. He pinned them there as he started thrusting in and out again, fast and furious.

I tasted blood in my mouth and heard my joints screeching. When I cried out again, his ri