Rumpled 3


"What have I gotten myself into?" I kept asking myself as I screamed and banged on the door. He had locked me in this godforsaken room and through the window I could already see that it was morning, or afternoon, I couldn't tell. I banged harder on the door and wondered why l hadn't left when I had the chance. Why did I even walk in here in the first place? I should have known that the guy was a psychopath. He did look crazy but I still stayed. I should have run for my life the moment he opened the door looking like a millennial. 

After I realized he had drugged me, I honestly thought that was the end. I thought I was going to die. Waking up was actually a relief only to find out to find out that I was locked in here. 

"Let me out of here!" I yelled, kicking the door this time around because my hands were already hurting from banging for over an hour. I was this close to crying and calling out for my mum.

But speaking of my mum, if I was to believe what Rian had said then she was the reason why I was here. But that would also mean that Rian was way older than me and he definitely didn't look it. He looked like he would be twenty five at most. Something wasn't adding up and this Rian guy was obviously not who he said he was. And I had no idea how to get myself out of this current situation. I'd honestly been that I'd be on my way out of here by now but little did I know that the psychopath had other plans. 

At the end, I had to give up on banging on the door and I just sat on the floor, thinking about anything and everything. I was starting to think it was a really bad idea leaving the palace. But I didn't want to get married to the Duke. But compared to whatever this psychopath had planned for me, maybe forcefully getting married was way better. I had no idea if Rian even wanted to keep me alive. That thought alone gave me goosebumps. I really needed to find a way out, I couldn't die like this. I couldn't die at all. I still had my life to live. 

Somehow, I got to understand why my parents never let me leave the palace. I mean, if I was going to be willingly walking into a psychopath's house, I'd cage me too. This was not what I had in mind when I said I wanted to be free. This was the exact opposite of freedom. I only wanted to live my life. This was nothing like what I'd planned. 

Later that day, I'd already lost all hope of breaking down the door when the said down swung open and in came Rian. He looked very different clad in a t-shirt and sweatpants. I could now see his arm muscles and very broad chest and his eyes were still as green as ever. 

He had come carrying a tray which I figured contained  my dinner. But the closer he came, the more steps I took backwards. I would have tried to escape if only I wasn't so scared of him at that moment. I had no idea what his plans were for me and I wasn't exactly planning to find out. 

"You know, I don't bite, Ciara," he said with his husky voice as he set down the tray on the bedside table before turning to meet my frightened expression with a smile.

"What do you want with me?" I managed to ask him, daring to look him in the eye. 

"I brought you dinner," he said instead, completely ignoring my question. He started walking towards me again and I got even more scared. 

"I'm not hungry," I told him and before I knew it, my back was already against the wall and he didn't seem to stop coming close. Soon, our faces were inches apart and he began pressing his hard body against mine before cupping my cheeks. In normal circumstances maybe I would have been aroused but the whole thing at that moment was a whole new level of irritating. 

I tried pushing him off of me but he wouldn't budge. In one swift motion, he got me on the bed. He walked over to the bedside table and he picked up the grapes on the tray and approached me. I made to get up and make a run for it but I couldn't move. It was almost as though my body was suddenly paralyzed. I didn't find it funny. Just when I thought that this whole thing couldn't get any more creepy and scary. I was scared for my life.

"Stop trying," he said, coming on the bed and putting one leg over me so I was in between him. "Just relax, and eat," he added before plucking a grape and putting it in my mouth. I don't know how the mouth I'd been trying so hard to close opened either but I was a few seconds away from having a panic attack. "Good girl," he commended. He went on to bend over and was now almost lying on top of me. 

His rock hard body was on mine once again and his face was inches away from him. His cold, minty breath fanned against my face as his green eyes searched my brown ones. I wanted to scream but I couldn't even do that. The grape was still in my mouth even. A smirk formed on his lips and next thing I knew, he began grinding on me. And that was actually when I really felt his bulge. For some reason, I just knew he was unnaturally big. He made sure I felt his hard member on my thighs and even up until my stomach. I was still in my light nightwear but his bulge was that big and probably that hard for me to feel even through his sweatpants. 

He stared into my eyes as he did what he did and I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it—he probably was—but I hoped he could see that I was on the verge of tears. I just wanted him to leave me alone. And I sighed a little in relief when he said, "Doesn't look like you're enjoying this, princess," but then he added, "let's do something else." He was smirking devilishly again as he got off me slowly. 

He stood at the foot of the bed and I watched him snap his fingers with a glint that flashed in his green eyes. I didn't quite understand what he had done until a chilly breeze swept over my body and I immediately realized I was naked. I whimpered as I laid there naked since that was all I could do. I didn't bother asking how he'd paralyzed me or how he'd gotten me naked with a snap of his fingers. What I was more worried about was what he was going to do to me. I was literally shaking in fear. 

But Rian's eyes only swept over my body like it was some masterpiece. The look he had in his eyes was akin to that of a child beholding candy after they had been deprived of it for years. I whimpered, hoping he'd hear my pleas and stop. All I wanted was for him to let me be. It was at that moment I began regretting ever leaving the palace. I should have just stayed back. None of this would be happening if I hadn't foolishly run away and even more foolishly walked in here. A piece of trash was what I felt like at that moment. I hated myself. 


I bit down on my lower lip as I trailed my hand up her thighs, only stopping before I got to her pussy. I wanted to take things easy but at the same time I wanted to tear her apart right then and there. My cock was throbbing in my pants so I used one hand to massage it while I brought the other hand up to my mouth and coated my fingers in saliva before bending over to slowly massage her clit with those wet fingers. I couldn't wait to see what she felt like. 

But I was saving the best for later. I continued massaging her clit, going round and round on the soft skin. By the time I was done with her, she would be begging for more. I slowly got on my knees, held her hip and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. I raised her legs as well and placed them on my shoulders. She whimpered once more and that was only music to my ears. I wanted to show Ciara what pleasure meant. I'd waited for so long for this day. 

I loved the sounds she made as I brushed my nose against her pussy before bringing my lips to them. I made sure that she could feel my breath as I caressed her. Bringing my tongue to her opening, she squirmed at the sensation. "I love the sounds you make, princess."

I could my cock sprouting precum already as I licked and sucked her pussy. I loved the warmness I felt when I dipped my tongue into her. I moved my tongue in a circular motion, enjoying the subtle salty taste of her. But my tongue could only go so far and besides, she equally needed to see how good she tasted. So I decided to use my fingers instead. 

I'd made sure to spread her legs wide so I'd have enough room and easy access and display to her. I loved the way her stomach rose and fell as she breathed and her pussy opening and closely ever so slightly. I got on my feet, massaged my throbbing member and stroked in a little. I would've let it out, but that would only make me penetrate and we weren't there yet. Ciara wasn't ready for that yet. 

So in the meantime, I plunged my right index finger into her and I watched her squirm and moan. She felt so amazing. I could imagine how warm and sensational my cock would be inside her. Oh, Ciara, my little princess. She had no idea the things I was going to do to her. She wasn't ready yet. 

Slowly, I plunged in and out of her warm, slimy pussy as I stared into her glassy brown eyes. Soon, she seemed to have gotten comfortable with it and so I began going faster and faster. I then added my middle finger and doubled the speed. She moaned as grabbed onto the sheets as tears cascaded out of her eyes. I wasn't quite sure why she was crying but I hoped she was dying in pleasure. 

I continued moving my fingers in and out of her until I was sure she was feeling sore already before I pulled out. Holding up those fingers, I climbed over her on the bed and made sure we were now face to face. I grabbed her boob with my left hand and squeezed it. I used my thumb in massaging her nipple and all she could do was whimper and turn her head away. 

I left her boob and grabbed her chin. I wanted her to look at my face—stare into my eyes. I turned her face to me and she had no choice but to look at me. Her brown eyes glared at me with fury and I smirked. I loved her fierceness. 

"You taste so good, do you know that?" I asked her but of course, she couldn't respond. I smirked before bringing the fingers I'd been holding up, the same ones that had been inside her, to my lips. I made her watch me as I put the entire length in my mouth and I began suckling on them like my life depended on it. 

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