Arlan's point of view

Calculatedly, I view Aurora as she stands below my chest. Her chest was pumped out trying to look 'seductive', but it was slightly heaving. Her body was softly panting with anxious breaths and her fingers were nervously knotting together. Her body language said she wanted the opposite of what she requested. My first thought was that she was drunk, but her eyes weren't bloodshot in the slightest.

"You don't mean that," I rasp darkly.

"I do."

What was this? Here I was, completely ready to let her go. I woke up with the hangover from hell and suddenly felt like everything I'd ever done in life was a mistake-that I was just a product of my alcoholic, abusive father. I knew my mother deserved better, and I began to think Aurora, likewise, deserved the same. I didn't feel worthy of someone so special, loving, beautiful and so pure. My world was too violent, chaotic and unpredictable for such a sweet thing who had already endured so much.I had packed every single one of her belongings and was ready to set her free.

Yet here she was, tempting me.

My hand grabs her tiny neck suddenly and easily as I apply pressure to the sides, her face attempting to stay neutral but her eyes instinctually widening slightly. I tilt my head and scan her face, going back and forth two options in my head:

Do I let her go?

Do I fulfill her request?

The feeling of her throat constricting and hearing her cute little gasps for breath turned me on. Just like that, she reignited my sadistic self. My cravings to touch and posses her came flooding back, and it was like a rush, a high, better than any drug or alcohol could ever give.

Damn, I can't believe I really considered giving her up. I missed this feeling. It ignited a powerful dominance in me that I longed and craved for.

"You really think you can handle the way I fuck?" I challenge darkly.

Her plump mouth parts open.

"Cause I'll fuck you, little baby," I squeeze harder. "But I don't think you're ready now."

"Please," She coughs out.

"Please what?" I daringly ask, turning my head to the side before leaning into her ear. "Please let you have more oxygen to your brain, or please bend you over and fuck you? What do you really want, Aurora?" I backed away to my full height.

Her little eyes lowered to the ground and I release her pretty neck. She coughs and greedily inhales air, her eyes timidly meeting mine.

"Please...do... me," Her words were awkwardly phrased and her cheeks tinged to a pink color with embarrassment. "I want to."

I scoff out a laugh at her patheticness, moving my hand to the back of her head at her sensitive hair, fisting it with no regard of being gentle and craning her head up to look at me as I looked down at her in belittlement.

"Where is this coming from? You won't even say fuck," I snarl at her in disgust. "If you want something, ask for it directly like a good girl."

She gulped, her confidence dimming with every challenging word I gave her.

"Go on," I prod, slapping her ass and scowling at her.

She must think the bags packed meant she was in some sort of trouble, and was trying to get out of it. That's not why I would ever let her have sex with me. I would only do it if she truly, truly wanted it. I loved her and that type of intimacy would mean nothing to me if she felt it was forced. I usually just fucked to fuck, but Aurora was different. Not that I'd change how rough I was, but it was more special and meaningful because it was with her.

She came forward and touched my chest, fumbling with the top button of my shirt and looping it free, exposing a part of my bare chest. She unbuttoned them all down and looked back up at me as I furrowed my brow with an unrelenting, icy stare.

"I want to have sex, Arlan."

The words almost sounded cute from her shy tone.

"But why?" I provoked, not giving up. "Why do you want to have sex, Aurora? You have no sexual experience, you cringe whenever I try to kiss you. You're a fragile thing, you haven't even worked your way to something like oral."

"Oral? B-but w-we're talking right now..."

"Dear fuckin God, see, exactly, you don't even know what this shit means," I grasped the sides of her head and shook it. "You have no sexual vocabulary or knowledge, you don't understand what it'll feel like to be fucked. You're not ready."

"But you love me, and when people love someone, they do this. So love...all of me," She counters softly.

I stepped towards her.

"All of you?" I repeat in a whisper.

She nods slowly, peering up through her soft, long lashes and biting her lip.

"All of me."

I swallowed dryly, locking my jaw and rolling my head in a circle. If this is what she wanted, then by God I was going to fulfill her request. I thought about fucking her since the day I met her in chemistry, her cute little squirrel eyes and orange sweater. I've thought about it every second of every day since.

"Come with me then," I extended my hand.

"But," She looked towards the bed and I gripped her hand myself and pulled her to me.

"I don't want some vanilla ass bedroom sex with you, Aurora. I'm a little darker than that."

(A lot.)

It was clear from her face she didn't understand.

"Wha...vanilla?" She repeated.

"I'm telling you now, and you have a fair warning to back out. But I'm not gentle. And I don't plan on being gentle or careful with you, Dove."

She gulped and I could feel her hand I was holding start to tremble along with her arm.

"But...why?" She asked in a small tone after a few moments of silence.

I snickered as my lips drew into a snug smirk.

Innocent thing. I tugged her chin up with my other hand and moved her face in all sorts of directions like a rag doll. She was so easy to play with-physically, emotionally, psychologically. Her eyes stayed directly on mine all the while. She was already showing how submissive she was, it was cute. I stopped and gripped her chin firmly.

"Because it's not me."

Her doe eyes brim with tears.

"Oh," She spoke quietly.

"Aw, baby," I tsk, roughly brushing away a hasty, rolling tear on her cheek with the pad of my thumb. "Look at you, You're too precious for anything but pleasure tears. And I swear to God I'll give you those. I know you're nervous," I cup her soft cheek. "So back out now if you want. Otherwise, if you want to, we'll go. But tell me, babydoll. The choice is yours," I kiss her forhead and then look to her.

She licked her strawberry flushed lips and nodded vigorously.

"I-I am just nervous. But I know I want to. I do."

My jaw hardens as my eyes zero in on her.

She's so pretty, so soft; An unharmed, pretty little pure Dove. Big, wide blueberry eyes and the soft brown locks. The cutest pouty lips and milky, porcelain skin. Tiny little legs and small hands. The energy of an angel. Never touched by anyone but me.

I'm gonna fucking ruin her.