Chapter 5 HUNGER

HUNGER

Ava's POV

This was a complete nightmare.

My ex boyfriend who broke up for three years pressed me on the sofa. My skirt has been completely torn by him, and my bra has been thrown aside by him. My whole body is nearly naked, leaving only my underwear to maintain my last bit of dignity.

But he was still well dressed.

This difference made me feel ashamed. This made me feel that he did not treat me with an equal attitude, but played with me wantonly as a sex toy.

He wanted to throw me into the hell of lust, and then stood by and watched my gaffe coldly.

"D-Damon, please! Don't do this! I'm sorry!" I cried but he didn't even care. "Please! I'm begging... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... Please..."

"It's all too late to apologize, Ava." He whispered in my ear like a devil, it was full of hatred and pain. "Do you think I will still believe your fucking lies like what I did before?"

As he spoke, he took off his tie and tied my hands. Then I could feel his hand travel to different parts of my body. I tried to struggle but I could not move because my hand was tied.

He quickly took off his pants as he continued to kiss my body. There, I saw his large maleness had his eagerness to do it forcibly with me.

I don't even know what to do or feel anymore.

Damon rocked my body against him. His tongue reached into my mouth like a hungry beast. When he stopped, it left me panting and gasping for air while still sobbing.

This long nightmare seemed to have no end until he finally took off my underwear and slowly separated my legs again. He positioned himself at my hole. I could feel his huge dick now outside my vagina.

Fire pooling low in my abdomen, while he rubbed his dick against my slit again and again.

All I could do was beg him again and again. I even gradually felt breathless and dizzy.

The toil of the past few days and what I have suffered tonight are finally honestly reflected in my body.

I could feel my fever, and then I gradually lost my consciousness and could no longer think.

Maybe, facing this nightmare, coma was even a gift to me?

Thinking like this, I finally fell completely into the darkness.

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Damon's POV:

Ava's desperate sobs woke me up from a disgusting fantasy in my mind.

At first, I lied to myself. I was just retaliating against her. I was just venting my anger, but soon I realized that I was still fascinated by Ava's body. Even after so many years, she is still the only one who can easily arouse my desire and easily make me lose my mind.

I brainwashed myself over and over again that she deserved it! She cheated on me and had sex with another man while we were in a relationship! She should just pay for what she did to me that to this day I still carry!

So I ignored all her entreaties and cries and decided to really possess her body.

But things quickly went beyond my expectations. I suddenly found that Ava's cheeks were flushed abnormally.

I hesitated to stop all my actions, although just "stop" made me tremble, my veins burst, and sweat like rain. I reached out and gently touched Ava's forehead.

Damn it! Fucking that she was running a fever!

I cursed, but I could only wrap her naked body in a blanket, then took her to the bedroom and called my family doctor.

After placing her, I looked at Ava's angelic, innocent face as she slept in bed and turned to go to the bathroom.

I opened the shower and closed my eyes tightly. As soon as the hot water poured all over my body while closing my eyes, Ava's beautiful face and her attractive body immediately registered in my mind.

I glanced at my dick. Then I realized again that AVA still had a strong attraction for me, which made me punched the wall angrily.

I don't want to admit it — that Ava still has been the only woman who caught my attention. Her pure and innocent look while her body is hell captivating makes me want to make love with her every day.

Almost every man back then wanted her — something that drove me even crazier.

That despite the anger and hatred I feel for her, she still gets me without her knowledge — she still weakens me to her without her knowledge. She can still make me beg and kneel down just for her to kiss me.

I cussed repeatedly. I grabbed my dick and started raising and lowering my hand. I closed my eyes as I imagined Ava's beautiful face.

After an hour of imagining wild things about her and a few minutes of showering, I came out of the bathroom only to find Ava still sleeping on my bed.

Claire was right then. Ava is not just a simple woman. Everyone wants her. Everyone wants to taste her and fantasize such wile things with her, yet here I am.

I pulled back her quilt and exposed her pure body to the air.

Her eyes were closed, her hands clenched beside her head, and her sleeping position was as pure as a baby. But her body curve is extremely mature and sexy. Her breasts stood upright in the air, and they were even covered with the traces of my kissing -- just over an hour ago, I was wantonly kneading and tasting them.

It wasn't until my phone rang that I was pulled out of my whirling thoughts. It should be the family doctor.

I took a final look at her body. Even in deep sleep, she seemed to feel my gaze, frowned uneasily and curled up.

Looking at her poor appearance, I suddenly smiled and gently covered her with quilt.

How could fuck her once be enough calm my anger?

"My dear Ava, it's not an end. This is just the beginning."