His vulgar words made her stomach turn. Shame surged through her chest, but she couldn't speak. She turned her face away, cheeks burning with humiliation. She shook her head faintly, the smallest denial—mute and helpless.
Ross didn't accept silence.
"Answer me," he said, voice hardening with an edge of cruelty, "or I'll make sure you won't even recognize Thomas in the morning. You think I won't? Keep being stubborn, and you'll see exactly how far I'll go."
Colleen's breath caught in her throat. The mention of Thomas—her boyfriend, the boy she loved—sent a fresh wave of panic crashing through her. Her eyes widened. No. Not Thomas. She couldn't bear the thought of him being hurt because of her. Not because of this.
Her last bit of resistance crumbled.
Tears spilled from her eyes, trailing silently down her cheeks. She closed them for a moment, trying to gather the strength to speak. Her voice came out soft and cracked, barely audible.
"None…" she whispered. "I'm still a virgin."
Ross stilled.
His eyes narrowed slightly as a crooked smile tugged at the edge of his mouth.
"That so?" he said, almost like he hadn't expected the answer—like it was a bonus to an already inevitable victory. His hand slid along her thigh, possessive and slow.
"Of course you are. Tight like this? I should've guessed."
Colleen shivered beneath him, humiliated beyond words. She wished she could disappear, melt into the mattress, vanish from this nightmare.
But she was trapped—trapped by her body's betrayal, trapped by Ross's dominance, and worst of all, trapped by the knowledge that even if she screamed, no one would come.
Ross didn't move inside her yet.
He simply pressed forward a little more, letting her feel the pressure, the threat of what was to come.
His cock pushed against her barrier with agonizing slowness, enough to make her flinch, but not enough to break through. He was playing with her, savoring her fear, letting it sink deep into her bones.
"You feel that?" he murmured against her ear. "That's what happens when you lie under a real man. You'll remember this, Colleen. Every inch."
Colleen clenched her eyes shut, sobbing silently now. She hated him. She hated what he was doing. But most of all, she hated how helpless she felt—how little power she had to stop him.
And still, Ross didn't thrust forward.
He wanted her to feel every second of the moment before the fall.
Ross glanced to the side—and smiled.
Thomas, bloodied and restrained, glared back at him with pure rage in his eyes. His jaw was clenched so tight, it looked like it might snap. The sight only made Ross grin wider.
But the pain Thomas had endured so far? It wasn't enough.
Ross wanted more.
He wanted to dig deeper—to twist the knife in a way that would leave scars far beyond the physical. And as he stood there, savoring the fury etched into Thomas's face, a cruel idea bloomed in his mind.
He turned back to Colleen.
"Suck me off," Ross ordered, voice low and commanding. "Make love to my cock with your mouth. This will make you feel not as much pain later on."
Colleen's heart nearly stopped. Her eyes widened as he stepped back and presented himself, massive and imposing. His cock—still thick, veined, and impossibly large—throbbed in front of her, glistening in the low light. Just looking at it made her stomach churn.
"I… I don't know what to do…" she whispered, voice trembling.
Ross didn't flinch. "You'll learn," he said flatly. "Do it. Now. Or I swear, Thomas will suffer more than you can imagine."
That was all it took.
Colleen's body moved before her mind could process. She dropped to her knees, her hands shaking violently as she stared up at him. Her eyes flicked briefly to Thomas—his eyes filled with silent screams—and she knew she had no choice.
She hesitated.
She tried to remember what Brenda had done earlier—how confident and practiced she had seemed—but Colleen couldn't replicate it. She had no experience, no idea how to handle something so big. Just trying to open her mouth wide enough sent sharp pain through her lips.
Tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Shame clung to her like a second skin.
Unable to take him into her mouth, she did the only thing she could think of. She leaned in and began to lick him—slow, hesitant strokes of her tongue along his shaft. It was awkward, clumsy… almost innocent. Like a girl trying to please a monster in the only way she knew how.
She licked him like a lollipop.
Soft. Careful. Hoping it would be enough.
And somehow, that made it worse.
Ross let out a deep groan of satisfaction, watching her every move with gleaming eyes. The sight of Colleen—tear-streaked, trembling, kneeling—only made it sweeter for him.
There was something twisted and delightful in seeing her try so hard, in watching her stumble through it.
"You're doing better than you think," Ross said with a mocking chuckle. "Keep going."
Each word sank like poison into Colleen's ears. She wanted to disappear. Wanted this to end.
But all she could do was keep licking, trying to hold herself together while the man she despised stood above her, relishing every second of her humiliation.
And just a few feet away, Thomas watched—helpless and broken—as the girl he loved was dragged deeper into a nightmare neither of them could wake from.
He regretted the day he accepted this mission but alas, there was really no pill for regrets available to buy anywhere in the market.
A few minutes later and…
"You have the face of an angel. It's just impossible not to give you a gift, Colleen," Ross murmured, his voice low and ragged with desire.
He stared down at her, chest heaving, his body trembling on the edge. For a moment, time seemed to hold its breath—and then his climax came in forceful, urgent waves.
Pew!
Pew!
Pew!
Thick, hot streams of white erupted from him, painting her face in sudden, uncontrollable release.