The Trap's Cruel Pleasure
But entering was far from easy.
Vivienne let out a strangled cry, her body convulsing as if being split in two. She instinctively curled her knees inward, forcing herself to push downward only for the slick resistance to threaten to tear.
“Ha… just relax your hips.”
Kian, his thick manhood barely visible as it rested on his thigh, coaxed her with a low murmur. His fingers gently stroked the handprints on her firm backside, soothing the tension.
Again he tried to ease in slowly, but the tight entrance refused to yield, still rigid with resistance.
“I said relax, damn it.”
She whimpered, a trail of reluctant tears already slipping free—half physiological, half from the overwhelming helplessness.
Her inner folds had stretched to their limit, leaving her intimate place swollen and painfully taut around his shaft.
“Tch.”
Kian bit back a curse, his voice rough.
Even with so much natural lubrication and thorough preparation, her entrance was still too narrow. The thick cock pressed hot and relentless, squeezing until her walls ached.
“What should I do? I can’t hold back… I’m going to hurt you.”
His heated breath spilled from his lips for the first time. The raw urgency in his tone sent a strange, twisted thrill through her.
She had longed for this man—had ached for his touch. The delicious, shameful heat of knowing she controlled him stirred something deep in her soul.
Kian wants to be inside me… he wants me.
The pain was sharp, the fear real, but it was nothing compared to the desperate need blooming in her chest—to be filled with his seed, to carry his child.
Vivienne’s deep blue eyes glistened with unshed tears as she whispered, “Please… put it inside.”
Her heart slammed against her ribs the moment the words left her lips.
“Say it again.”
“What?”
“I want to hear it. Say it nicely.”
She had gathered her courage just to speak. Now he was demanding she repeat herself—teasing, merciless.
Vivienne squeezed her eyes shut and obeyed, voice trembling, “Put it… inside.”
Before the last word even left her mouth, his lips crashed down in a wet, devouring kiss. The ribbon binding her wrists loosened with a soft rustle.
“Say it with my name. Again.”
“Please… Kian. Hah…!”
The moment the name was out, his enormous cock surged forward, tearing through her walls in one brutal thrust.
“Hah!”
The sudden, violent rhythm stole the air from her lungs. Vivienne bucked like a fish on a hook, every inch of her stretched and burning beyond reason.
Even so, his cock kept pushing deeper, forcing her entrance wider with merciless precision.
White-hot tears streamed down her cheeks, blurring her vision.
“Hah…”
Kian paused for a moment, drawing a long, shaky breath. The pressure was so intense it felt like he was being squeezed to death. His own climax was already cresting.
But the feeling didn’t ease. The sight of her trembling beneath him only made his throbbing member pulse harder, flooding with fresh heat.
Was this the sensation of being caught in a snare? The terrifying, delicious thrill of knowing one wrong move would tear her open and ruin her?
Was she the snare? Or was he? In her hazy mind, the answer dissolved into nothing.
Kian pulled her trembling body against his chest and held her close, panting raggedly against her ear.
Haah… haah…
Their breaths mingled as they clung to one another, bodies pressed tight, slick and inseparable.
Only when his racing heart began to slow did he drag his tongue slowly along her tear-streaked cheek, then started moving his hips again.
“Hah… uu…”
Vivienne had barely caught her breath when hot, wet sounds spilled from her throat once more.
He pushed in with firm, grinding strokes, drawing out thick, creamy release from her depths.
Even though her walls were still stretched to the limit, they were flooded with slick, dripping arousal. Her inner muscles fluttered, instinctively milking him while trying desperately to push him away.
Kian’s gaze darkened as he studied the flushed pink of her cheeks and the way her breasts swayed with every slow thrust—lush, tempting, impossible to ignore.
He had meant to tease her more, to watch her struggle and blush. But the sight of her full, heavy breasts made his control slip.
He had once covered her at the beach and wrapped her in a towel at the bath, deliberately hiding her from his eyes.
He had done it well—too well. A man would have lost his mind staring at those snowy white peaks.
Today he had deliberately removed the covering from her slender arms. Another mistake he would soon regret.
Two perfect, rounded mounds bounced heavily before his eyes, jiggling with soft, sensual weight. He couldn’t look away even if he tried.
Reaching out, he cupped both breasts in his large hands, squeezing until the soft flesh spilled between his fingers.
“Uhn…”
His thumb flicked her sensitive pink nipple again and again, making her shoulders twitch in that cute, helpless way. He wanted to see those pert, shameless little buds up close.
“Open your mouth.”
“Hah… haah…”
“Faster.”
Obeying his command, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up. Her body settled naturally onto his thighs, his cock still buried deep inside her.
“Ah…!”
Her full weight drove him in until his cock reached the very root. She had thought her belly was already full, that there was no room left, but he forced his way even deeper, sliding into the very heart of her womb.
Kian gripped her narrow waist with brutal strength and began thrusting upward in hard, rhythmic punches—thud, thud—driving her down onto him.
The two heavy breasts swayed provocatively right in front of his face. He lifted one, supporting its weight, and latched his mouth around the swollen pink nipple, sucking greedily.
She moaned around him, the sound muffled and utterly shameful.
Concentrating solely on her breasts now, he kept his cock buried to the hilt and devoted himself entirely to her nipples, sucking and licking without mercy.
Squelch… squelch… The wet sounds of his eager mouth filled the entire room.
“Aaan… nn…”
The embarrassed, nasal quality of her moan was impossible to hide.
Vivienne looked down at him, arms still wrapped around his head as he feasted on her breasts with single-minded hunger.
His cock was buried deep inside her. They were fused together, sticky and connected as one.
She was having sex with Kian. She knew that clearly. But why was he suddenly sucking her breasts? Was she hungry? Had he been touching and massaging her belly because she was starving?
But she wasn’t pregnant. Her breasts shouldn’t be leaking at all.
The situation was already strange enough. But the most shocking part was that she was growing wetter and wetter the longer she let him suckle—desperate, aching for more.
Even if milk didn’t come, she would have let him suckle. No, she would have begged him to suck harder.
Every time his lips dragged over her areola, sucking greedily, the sensation was maddeningly arousing.
If only she could actually get pregnant and produce real milk for him… she would be happy to give it whenever he wanted it.
Just then, Kian’s mouth shifted. He caught her nipple between his teeth and pulled.
“Hah!”
Was he toying with her because there was no milk?
His tongue flicked the underside of her areola, then he sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks. He alternated sides, biting and tormenting until her nipples were bright red and swollen.
Finally he lifted his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.
Vivienne’s vision swam. Her head fell back, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as the deep, brutal thrust threatened to split her open.
“Ah— aaah— ahn!”
He began fucking her again with full force. The connection was already too deep. Her belly felt like it was about to burst.
This was a crisis.
Vivienne braced herself for survival, raising her hips high and spreading her legs wide. She clung to his neck like a woman on a cliff, desperate not to fall.
But clinging to him only made his cock squeeze her even tighter.
“Why… haah… why are you squatting like that?”
“Haah… uuu… too… too deep… ah…”
Even though her legs had no strength left.
She had only just recovered from her ankle injury, yet she was still using it to support her weight. It made her furious.
She didn’t realize he was squeezing her to the point of near-tearing.
“You said you wouldn’t run away.”
“I won’t run… haah… ah…”
“You broke your promise.”
Kian let out a guttural groan and flipped her onto her back, covering her completely. He placed one of his knees on her arms, pinning her so she couldn’t fight back.
“You’ll pay for this, hah…”
And then he pinned her down with his massive body, crushing her beneath him.