Chapter 5 THE CLAN MEMBERS（1）
⚠️ Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, psychological manipulation, coercion, and scenes of non-consensual intimacy that may be distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
"And tomorrow… when your legs shake, when you can’t sit without remembering my touch you’ll thank me"
Matteo’s lips brushed against her neck and she trembled beneath him, not from the cold but from everything happening all at once.
His mouth found the soft skin just below her jaw, and he sucked gently, leaving a mark behind, dark and unmistakable. A shiver ran through her as she felt him pull back to admire the bruise forming on her throat.
She tried to steady her breathing, but her thoughts were spinning too fast.
This is really happening.
His hand slid between her thighs, fingers dipping low, and her body jolted involuntarily. Her knees threatened to buckle beneath her as two fingers slowly slid inside not gentle, not rushed, just deep enough to make her entire frame freeze.
Panic twisted in her stomach.
He doesn’t know.
He doesn’t care.
I’ve never done this before…
Those were her thoughts.
She’d read enough stories, too many late-night books hidden under blankets, pages filled with heat and pain and pleasure. She knew what was coming. And yet, none of those words had prepared her for the way this felt so real, so raw, so terrifying.
Her walls clenched tightly, her body reacting instinctively.
'It’s supposed to hurt the first time.
What if I bleed? What if he sees?'
But Matteo didn’t stop to ask. His breath was hot against her skin, his fingers moving with dark purpose.
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
She didn’t want to tell him.
She couldn’t.
He wouldn't care anyway.
To him, she wasn’t a girl on the edge of her first time.
She was just something to claim.
Her breath hitched, heart hammering against her ribs like it wanted to escape.
Matteo’s fingers moved inside her, unrelenting, and the burn made her tense.
Tears threatened to spill.
And then, she couldn’t hold it anymore.
"I’m a virgin… please be gentle"
She thought it might change something.
But all it did was amuse him.
Matteo stilled not because he was surprised, but because he liked the power it gave him.
He tilted his head, that cold smirk never leaving his lips. "You thought that would soften me?" he asked, voice silk over ice. "That I’d take pity on you?"
Aurora swallowed, her hands trembling by her sides.
He leaned in, brushing his nose along her jawline like he was scenting her fear.
"No, piccola. I like it better this way. Pure. Unused. Untouched" His voice dipped lower, nearly a whisper. "It means no one else has ever crawled under your skin the way I will"
His fingers moved again slower now not to comfort, but to remind her who was in control.
"I don’t care about your first time. I care about making it unforgettable"
Her body stiffened. Every nerve lit up with tension.
"I want you to remember me with every breath, every step, every damn heartbeat" he continued. "I want to ruin you for anyone else before they even try"
He circled her slowly, eyes never leaving her face. Like a predator with its prey patient, calculating.
"You belong to me now. And you’ll learn something very important about me…"
He stopped behind her, his breath brushing her neck.
"I don’t love. I don’t forgive. I own"
A single hand curled around her throat gentle, but heavy with meaning.
"And when I say you’re mine…" he whispered against her ear, "I don’t mean for tonight. I mean forever"
Her chest tightened.
She wasn’t scared of the touch.
She was scared of what it meant.
Of the man behind it, who didn’t crave her body half as much as he craved her obedience.
Matteo didn’t want to be her first.
He wanted to be her last.
Her everything even if it broke her.
Even if it destroyed her.
Matteo's fingers slipped from her slowly, leaving Aurora breathless more from the rush of adrenaline than anything else.
He left the bed afterwards and her gaze followed him, confused at first… until she saw what he pulled from the drawer.
A chain.
Not thick. Not heavy. But the sight of it made her throat close.
Aurora’s ’s breath hitched. Her body stilled.
Matteo didn’t explain. He didn’t need to.
He walked back to her, wrapped the cool metal slowly around her wrist, then secured the other end to the headboard. Not tight. Not painful. Just… enough. Enough to remind her that escape wasn’t an option.
She didn’t speak.
Couldn’t.
She just stared at him.
Then he leaned down, brushing his knuckles along her cheek.
No warmth.
Only possession.
"You look better like this" he murmured.
She remained there, chained.
The man she secretly loves is a monster and this is just the beginning.
He walked to the side table, lifted the crystal decanter, and poured himself a drink. The amber liquid caught the low light as it filled the glass.
He took a slow sip, gaze fixed ahead, unbothered by her silence behind him. The glass clinked softly when he set it back down.
Then… he turned and returned back to her on bed.
Matteo leaned in, his shadow falling over her, blocking out the dim light. His eyes dropped to her mouth, then back to her eyes.
There was no mercy there. Only the cold, possessive hunger of a man who owned her completely.
He shifted, his body moving over hers. His hand found her waist, lifting her, positioning her.
Aurora’s breath hitched, a strangled sound caught in her throat. Her body, already tense, now vibrated with a terrifying anticipation.
The cold metal of the chain on her wrist was digging into her skin as she instinctively tried to pull away. It was useless.
Then, he plunged into her.
Deep. Fast. Merciless.
A sharp, searing pain tore through Aurora, raw and agonizing. A choked cry ripped from her throat, desperate and involuntary.
Her back arched, muscles spasming, tears springing to her eyes even as she squeezed them shut against the shock. Blood, warm and slick, bloomed between them.
Matteo didn't pause. His gaze remained fixed on her face, dark and intense, watching her reaction with an almost clinical detachment.
Her tears and pain didn't stop him. He kept going without relenting.
The bed creaked a protesting rhythm beneath them, a counterpoint to her silent screams.
He drove into her again and again, deeper, faster, his breath harsh in the charged air.
He wasn't seeking pleasure, not truly, not yet. He was asserting ownership, imprinting his mark into her very core.
Aurora could do nothing but endure, her body trembling, her world reduced to the searing pain and the relentless force of the man who now possessed her, irrevocably.
"Please" Aurora choked out, the word barely a whisper, ragged with pain and desperation.
"Matteo... too fast. Slow down... please!"
Her plea was a desperate gasp amidst the storm of his movements, but it didn't halt him. If anything, her cry seemed to deepen his resolve, pushing him harder, faster.
The relentless pace continued, pinning her to the bed, while her vision blurred with tears and her world swam with agony.
Her body couldn’t take it anymore.
The thrusting wouldn’t stop.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, the pain a dull roar now muted by exhaustion.
Her limbs felt heavy.
Her wrist, still chained, barely moved as her hand slipped against the sheets.
Her vision blurred and the sounds around her faded, swallowed by the pounding in her head.
She blinked once.
Twice.
The ceiling warped above her. Matteo's shadow loomed but even that began to fade.
And then...
Darkness.
Her body gave in, surrendering the only way it knew how.
Aurora slipped into unconsciousness.
