The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Trigger warning: This chapter contains mention of s****I assault and may prove triggering to some. If this may trigger you, please do not read it.
Josie POV
By unspoken agreement, neither I nor the boy spoke much. I took his hand and we walked into the forest, my body stumbling along slightly. His eyes were dark and mysterious as he led me in deeper without hesitation, while I giggled softly, feeling reckless and tipsy. I hummed lightly under my breath, looking up at the night sky with a big smile on my face. I felt exhilarated. The cool air on my bare skin made me shiver as my hair billowed around my face. The boy gave a laugh, stopping in a clearing. I felt butterflies in my stomach as he gently pushed me against the trunk of a tree, my eyes widening as he cupped my chin in one hand.
“You’re beautiful” he murmured.
My lips curled into a smile. At least somebody seemed to appreciate the way I looked, even if my stupid mate didn’t.
I sucked in a breath as he pressed his lips against mine. I expected to feel something. Some sort of spark. Excitement. Desire. But there was nothing. His lips felt cold and clammy. I desperately kissed him back, attempting to ignite the flames that I had read about, but all that swept through my body was revulsion. I blinked, disappointment overwhelming me. The boy didn’t seem to be feeling the same way, his hand gripping the back of my neck, his eyes closing, a soft groan emitting from his lips.
“Delicious” he murmured.
He pulled back. I tried not to let my disinterest show. Maybe I was expecting too much, I thought mildly. I had read too many romance novels I thought absently and it was causing me to expect more from the experience than what was real.
His hand moved to my shirt. I inhaled sharply. He narrowed his eyes. “Relax” he murmured as I fought to keep my body from tensing.
His hand skimmed beneath my shirt, lightly trailing underneath it and cupping my breast over my bra. He licked his lips appreciatively. I felt a flash of uneasiness. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, I thought in the back of my mind. I felt like I was just using this boy to feel better about myself. I was so tipsy, that I was having trouble focussing on what was happening as he squeezed my breast, causing me to gasp in surprise.
“You have nice breasts,” he said crudely.
I couldn’t do it. My whole body shook. It didn’t want to be touched. There were no tingles, no sparks. I just felt sick. I swallowed hard and put my hand on his arm, looking at him apologetically. “I’m sorry” I whispered as he looked at me, a glint in his eyes “I need to stop” I added.
Silence. I pushed his arm away and went to move, when his arms grabbed me, throwing me down onto the ground, my mouth opening to scream, only for his hand to cover it. I stared up at him, my legs kicking wildly as he tore my shirt open, his hand feeling me all over as I gave a muffled cry.
“You think you can just tease me like that?” he snarled, “someone that looks like you, should be thanking me for trying to f**k you” he hissed.
Tears came to my eyes. He glared down at me, no longer looking as handsome in the moonlight, a malicious glint in his eyes. I could feel his legs keeping mine spread firmly apart and I tried to bite his hand, only for him to take a swing at me, slapping me hard across the face and bringing stars to my eyes. He grabbed my hair and smacked my head hard against the ground twice, causing me to give a long groan. I felt his hands go to the button on my jeans, roughly undoing it and pulling down the zipper.
“A b***h like you, turn me down” he muttered, beginning to slide my jeans down as I kicked out wildly and tried to turn, his hand pushing down on my back so that my ass was facing him as he successfully tore off my jeans, leaving me clad in just my panties “f*****g b***h” he hissed.
I tried to scream and felt his claws at my back. “Scream and I’ll permanently disfigure you” he warned.
I trembled. I couldn’t believe how quickly he had changed on me. His hands grabbed my ass, pinching it. I whimpered.
“Shut up” he snapped.
I felt his hand on my hair, yanking it hard. I coughed. He gave a chuckle. “I’m going to enjoy that pretty little mouth, wrapped around my c**k” he sneered.
My hand blindly reached out, trying to scratch and claw at him. He grabbed it and snapped it, breaking my wrist as I gave a scream, his hand covering my mouth again.
“Keep fighting and I’ll cause even more pain,” he said silkily, lightly dragging his claws down my back, my top flipped up to expose my bare skin.
I sobbed. He was breathing heavily now, his weight pressing down on me. I heard a loud ripping sound in the air and felt the cold air on my bare backside. I sobbed even harder, the pain in my wrist excruciating. The clearing was a little distance in and there was no sign of patrol or anybody approaching. Fear struck me, bile rising in my throat.
“Please, don’t” I whispered.
“Not one more f*****g word” he panted and then I heard a sound that made my heart skip a beat and almost made me vomit.
It was the sound of his zipper being pulled down. I cringed, my eyes closing tight, feeling defeated. He slapped my ass and then leaned down to whisper into my ear as I turned my head, unable to look, my nails digging into the earth, tears trailing down my cheeks.
“Get ready to cry even harder,” he said mockingly “I like it when you women scream” he added meaningfully.
This was it. I was about to lose the most precious thing I had to someone who wasn’t even my mate and it was all my fault. It was like time stood still, as he spread my legs wider and then I heard a loud, ferocious growl come from behind us.
“You son of a b***h” and then the boy on top of me was scrambling to his feet in panic, while I lay there, embarrassed, degraded, and humiliated, unable to move, my head turning as a huge hulk of a man strode forward, with murderous intent, written all over his face. Why was he here? The boy didn’t stand a chance.