In love with the Demon President

In love with the Demon President

Ayam princess

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"Don't try to fight it. I have not started yet, but you will surely feel it when I do" he whispered, brushing some strands of my hair to the back of my ear. He brought his lips closer to my face, brushed them against my lips, and slammed his fist on the door . "SAY YOU WANT IT!" He ordered and I shook in fear almost immediately. I stood there speechless, blinking my eyes slowly, as my brain tried its best to process the information.

Chapter 1 Forced to strip

My breathing became heavy. My chest was rising, with his hands glued to mine. Preventing me from making any movement as he pinned me to his office metal door.

He brought his face closer to mine, and I tried to push him away but to no avail.

"Don't try to fight it. I have not started yet, but you will surely feel it when I do" he whispered, brushing some strands of my hair to the back of my ear.

He brought his lips closer to my face, brushed them against my lips, and slammed his fist on the door

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"SAY YOU WANT IT!" He ordered and I shook in fear almost immediately. I stood there speechless, blinking my eyes slowly, as my brain tried its best to process the information.

"Say it!!" He slammed his fist in the door again, this time with his other hand squeezing one of my b**bs.

"Please" I said in a whisper, still trying to hold back my moans, from the molestation.

"I want you. I want you so badly" I cried out, hoping that he would release me but he did the exact opposite.

He ripped my blouse and placed his tongue on my left n*pple. Damn his tongue was so warm, I was almost enjoying it. It was still wrong.

"Uhh" I accidentally let out a moan, with my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"I knew you would love it," he said.

At least that is what I could hear, it wasn't easy for him to talk with his tongue and teeth both on my n*pple.

He looked at me one more time and lifted me at once. Placing me carefully on the table, with my legs wide apart.

"Please sir" I tried to stop him, but there was no going back.

He placed me on the table, forcing my legs wide apart.

Without any eye contact, he plunged his 12 inches of manhood inside of me. I almost couldn't breathe, and I swear I couldn't feel my heart beating anymore.

I sent my hands to my hair, pulling it roughly while he continued with his hard thrusts.

He looked me in the eyes for a moment and leaned towards me. He didn't think twice before he thrust his tongue into my mouth, forcing both of our tongues to wrestle.

It was the most intense k*ss I ever had. My p*ssy was dripping wet for him. It was driving me crazy.

I moaned in his mouth, and that was when he stopped his pepperish and aggressive k*ssing.

"If you scream, I'll only go faster." He whispered in my ear, as he reduced the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

"Hmm....uhh" I bit back a moan that was threatening to escape from my lips.

He had a big smirk on his face, as he increased his speed.

"Ahhhh!!!" I yelped in pain when I felt his rod in my womb. I shut my eyes and unknowingly flew my hands to his back. I didn't realize that I was already digging my fingers into his bare skin.

Ten minutes soon turn into an hour of me shaking beneath his manly arms, and him f*cking me like there was no tomorrow.

Just like that I came and so did he.

It was after we had both reached ecstasy that I noticed a different liquid dripping down my legs. Placing my hand on my lap, I checked it and found out it was blood.

I was bleeding so much. That moment, he paused to look at me and a tear escaped from my eye.

He had just taken away my virginity, something that I was most proud of.

And he did it recklessly, he seemed to be sorry. He had managed to come to his senses, and was about to apologize when I turned my face away from him.

"Havanna" he called out to me and I didn't respond.

I managed to grab his coat and ran out with my blood everywhere. I couldn't even spare a second thought, I wasn't in my right state of mind, but yes, I was well aware of my surroundings.

"Stop!" He yelled at me and I didn't listen.

*****

"Ahhhh!" Lucian yelled, dragging the table to the floor, and smashing it against the wall almost at the same time.

"Why?!!! Not again. I did it again" He yelled at himself, while he went close to the wall. Smashing his forehead on the wall over and over again.

"I'm a monster....I don't deserve anything" he kept on repeating and took a sudden pause when he heard a noise coming from outside his office.

He ran out almost immediately, only to meet media personnels outside with Havanna in their middle.

She was in a huge crowd trying her best to hide her face, but it was impossible with the number of cameramen, going out of their way to record the whole scenario.

Lucian tried his best to get to her, but with their crowd, it wasn't easy, and by the time he got to where she was standing, with a ripped skirt covered in blood and his jacket. It was too late as she ran off.

He tried to run after her, but the journalists didn't let him.

"You just became the president-elect and your employees are already paying the price. How are you going to rule the country?" One of them asked him, without any fear.

"Is she the first, or is this a recurring event?" Another one asked, shoving the microphone in his face, and finally his bodyguards came, and they covered Lucian, taking him away from the journalist.

Meanwhile, Havanna was struggling to get into a taxi, she had little change and she could barely afford to get home.

She managed to get one, but her cash wasn't enough to drop her home.

So it dropped her close to an abandoned alley, where she could easily get home without being noticed, and that was the worst decision she made as things only got worse from there.

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