Chapter 28: Breaking Mira *
"Elion..." she whispered, her voice small. "I’m sorry... I’m really sorry..."
He didn’t release her yet.
But he did pause.
His grip on her thigh eased, not gentle, just no longer crushing, and Mira finally exhaled, her breath trembling out of her chest.
But then—
His hand didn’t pull away.
It moved.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Trailing upward, feeling her thigh so much that her entire body went stiff under him.
Her skirt shifted slightly beneath his fingers.
Her heart hamred violently, her legs tensing as if preparing to kick him away, yet she didn’t move.
She couldn’t.
A shiver ran up her spine, anticipation so sharp it made her breath catch.
He leaned closer, but his hand stopped moving.
His fingers rested just high enough on her thigh that the heat of his presence made her breath tremble.
Mira swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with a mixture of sha and sothing she didn’t want to na.
Excitent.
His hand remained exactly where it was.
And then, Elion’s hand shifted, gripping the fabric of Mira’s skirt tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh.
He pulled on it. With all his strength.
Rip!
The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as he ripped her skirt off, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Mira scread in pain as the rough material singed her delicate white skin, leaving angry red marks behind.
He watched as tears welled up in her eyes from the pain. She looked at Elion with a mixture of fear, rage, and shock.
"Do you feel that pain?" Elion asked coldly, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "I felt that every day."
Mira tried to move away from him, but as soon as she did, Elion sent a flicker of his sinful touch into her body, making her body grow weak from the stimulation.
He watched strength leave her body, her little sister releasing juices from the arousal, her thighs trembling, getting soaked.
She was completely at his rcy now...
"I’m going to make you pay for everything you’ve done," Elion growled, his eyes flashing with dark promises. "Every cruel word, every hurtful action..."
He grabbed her wrists again, roughly, and slamd her against the bed, got on the bed, over on top of her, pinning her there with his body.
Mira’s back arched painfully as she struggled against him.
He seized her top, clamping down on the fabric around her shoulder, along with her red ribbon.
His fingers also found the delicate clasp of her bra, his hands grazing her soft breasts as he held onto the fabric, and with a swift yank, he tore both garnts apart.
Rip!
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Another scream pierced the air, echoing off the walls as she felt the fabric rip away, cutting into her flesh, leaving her completely exposed.
The sudden absence of the bra’s support sent her aching breasts bouncing free, the tender flesh jiggling in the harsh light.
"Ah! Ahhh!" she wailed, her voice louder now, raw with pain.
Tears stread down her face as she watched Elion cast aside the torn remnants of her clothing.
She was now completely bare, her soft, round C-cup tits on full display, rising and falling with each breath, the nipples hard and straining despite the agony.
Elion’s gaze raked over her bared form as he straddled her, his eyes darkening with lust. "You have nice tits," he said, his voice a low purr.
His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing the pliant flesh as if testing their weight. "So soft and perky."
His thumbs circled her sensitive nipples, coaxing them to even greater hardness.
"Mmmmmm..."
Mira whimpered, her body instinctively arching into his touch despite the pain.
Her areola was a lovely contrast to the rest of her skin, a darker shade that seed to beckon his fingers.
Elion pinched her left nipple, pulling it taut until Mira’s face contorted in agony.
"Oh?" he murmured, his tone mocking. "Are you actually feeling good from that? Maybe I need to teach you more of a lesson."
Mira glared up at Elion, her eyes flashing with defiance even as tears stread down her face.
"I don’t need your lessons," she spat, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "I can handle anything you throw at -"
Her words were imdiately cut off by a harsh tug on her nipple, sending shockwaves of pain through her body.
She bit back a scream, her jaw clenching as she fought against the sensation.
"You’re so defiant, aren’t you?" Elion purred, his tone dripping with malice. "It’s almost...admirable."
His fingers tightened their grip on her breasts, rolling and pinching the tender flesh rcilessly.
Mira’s body trembled with the effort of not crying out, her mind racing with ways to escape his grasp.
But every ti she moved, Elion seed to anticipate her, arousing her with his touch and then effortlessly holding her in place.
"You think you’re strong enough to withstand ?" he asked, his lips brushing against her ear. "To take everything I have to offer?" The hand not gripping her breast slid down her body, coming to rest on her hip with bruising force.
"I’ll make you beg for rcy," Elion growled, his grip on her hair suddenly tight enough to cause pain. "I’ll make you scream my na until your throat is raw."
He leaned in close, his lips hovering over hers in a blatant challenge. Mira’s breath ca in ragged pants, her body trembling with anticipation and fear.
"Now, are you ready for your lesson?" Elion asked, his voice low and rough with promise. "Or do you still think you can handle ?"
He released her breast, only to grab the other one and twist it roughly.
"Arggggh!"
Mira cried out, her body shaking as she struggled against him.
But Elion held her fast, his grip unyielding as he continued to tornt her sensitive peaks.
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