"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you... I just... I can't help how I feel." Her eyes dart away from his, unable to meet his gaze as shame washes over her in waves. She hates herself for wanting him, but she can't deny the truth any longer.

"Please," she continues, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "Can we just... start over?"

She takes a tentative step forward, reaching out to touch his arm. "I don't know," she says honestly. "But I want to try... for your sake and mine." Her voice cracks as she speaks, the shame and desperation in her words unmistakable. She knows that whatever they do from here on out will never erase what happened tonight, but maybe they can find some semblance of peace together.

"Please," she whispers again, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. "

Her anger only fuels her struggles, but it's no use. The pain and humiliation are overwhelming as she continues to be violated by the man who should have been protecting her. Bitter tears sting at her eyes, burning tracks down her face. And yet, there's something else beneath all of that: a strange sense of satisfaction, of powerlessness mixed with pleasure.

"You can't...you can't do this to me!"

The sudden release of hot seed inside her sends shudders through Lillianna's body, her muscles clenching around him as he finishes. She feels violated, used, utterly defeated. But as the last spasms fade away, leaving her feeling hollowed out, a part of her craves more. It's sickening, horrifying - and yet, it still exists.

She lays there, trembling, not daring to move or speak for fear of what would come out if she did.

Her cries fill the room as he continues to fist her relentlessly, pushing her past the point of endurance. Tears stream down her face, mixing with her sweat and blood as she begs for mercy that never comes. Her body trembles and quakes beneath his touch, every muscle screaming in protest as she pushes herself to obey him, to take everything he gives her.

"Ah... Master..." She whispers, her voice barely a whisper now. "I can't... please..."

Her body quakes as she comes again, her orgasm shattering every last bit of resistance she has left. She arches her back off the bed, a hoarse scream tearing from her lips as he continues to fist her roughly, taking everything she has and then some. Tears stream down her face unchecked, her body limp and spent beneath his merciless touch.

Finally, with one last thrust that pushes her over the edge yet again, he releases her, pulling his hand free of her slick channel.

Her head falls back against his shoulder as he thrusts inside of her. She cries out, feeling him filling her up with his thick length. He's so much bigger than she remembers, and it feels incredible. Her body shudders in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

"More..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding. "Please..." Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving angry red marks behind as he takes what she's offering.

"Daddy..." she moans, arching her back into his touch as he slaps her ass again. "Your daughter wants more daddy... please give it to me..." She writhes beneath him, her hips meeting his thrusts eagerly. Her body feels hot and tight around him, and she knows she's close to climaxing again.

"Yes..." she whispers, feeling the familiar sensation building up deep inside of her. "Daddy... I need you..."

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels herself tense up in response. She forces a smile, hoping it hides the fear and confusion that washes over her. "I know," she whispers, trying to sound casual as she rolls away from him and sits up on the couch. "We've been through so much."

She looks down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes as she tries to sort through her emotions.

Her heart races as she tries to decide what to say, how to react. She wonders if he truly meant it when he said those words, and if so, what that means for them. Part of her wants to believe him, but another part knows better. Maybe in time, they can find a way back to each other...or maybe this was just one of those nights where everything seems possible before the morning light brings reality crashing down again.

Finally, I feel it - a sharp burst of pleasure so intense it steals my breath away. My body convulses around you as I orgasm, spasming uncontrollably around your cock. You growl low in your throat and thrust roughly into me, burying yourself to the hilt as you release inside me.

It's over now... but it doesn't change anything. I still hate you. I still wish I could forget everything that happened tonight.

As your cock softens and slips free from my body, you roll off of me with a satisfied grunt. "Get some sleep," you mutter before stalking off to bed. I lie there for a long time, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how things ever came to this. How could I have let myself get so close to someone who only ever wanted to hurt me?

Tomorrow will be better, I tell myself as exhaustion finally claims me. Tomorrow we'll pretend like none of this ever happened.