My mind races with all the no, no, no. But my body builds with the yes, yes, yes.

He’s going to fuck me. His cock is going to spread me wide. It’s going to hurt. I can see that fact simply from his size and thickness. This isn’t the way I pictured losing my virginity. I should run away. I should scream. I should beg for mercy and hope that he stops.

I should.

But I don’t.

Instead, I simply kiss him back with as much passion as he delivers in his claiming of my mouth, until I pull away breathless with the need to regain some sense of control.

The tattoos on every inch of his body mesmerize me. I can’t help but look at each one that I can, wanting so badly to trace my fingertips over them and ask the story behind each one. I see a Cheshire Cat on his abs, The Hare on his tricep. But I don’t see an Alice tattoo.

Fuck me… I want to be his Alice.

I want my blood tattooed in his skin and a part of the masterpiece before me. I want to be part of him. I want to be one with his inked flesh. I’ve never seen a sexier man than the one hovering over me.

But for now—as he takes hold of me and thrusts his finger inside of me—I cry out in both lust and fear of what’s to come.

I want him so badly that I scream out his name. He’s commanding the wild out of me, and though I should hate this man—I should detest what he’s making me do in exchange for my life—I can’t.

Instead, I want more.

He teases me of what’s to come as he begins to push and pull his finger out in a cadence that demands my completion. I don’t want to cum yet, and yet I can’t help it. My body jerks in pleasure almost immediately, but it’s not satisfied with just one. Though my pussy pulsates around his ministrations, I don’t want it to stop. I need more. God, I need more. I’ve never wanted a man to fuck me…until now.

“That’s right,” he coos as he kisses me again. “Come like a good girl.”

I cling to his back and claw my way down his spine. I’m marring his perfect artwork and love every second of it. If I die tomorrow, I want him to remember me for days. I want to scar his body, even if I can’t scar his soul. He’ll remember me. He’ll fucking remember me.