Chapter 1: The First Crack
Jade Ni sat at the edge of her dorm bed, her short black hair framing her sharp, light brown features as she scrolled through her phone, her white shirt slightly unbuttoned after a long day of lectures at Melbourne University. At eighteen, she was a bundle of contradictions—shy yet feisty, resistant to the world’s pressures, especially when it came to sex. Her slim frame, paired with her big, firm breasts, often drew unwanted attention, but she cloaked herself in black jeans and sports shoes, a silent armor against prying eyes. Tonight, though, her guard was down. Jack Andrews, her boyfriend of two months, was coming over, and despite her unease, she trusted him. Or at least, she wanted to.
The door swung open, and Jack strode in, his muscular 1.8-meter frame filling the room. His brown skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat from the gym, and his short black hair was tousled just enough to look effortlessly sexy. At twenty, he carried a confidence that bordered on arrogance, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed Jade like a predator sizing up prey.
‘Hey, babe,’ he drawled, dropping onto the bed beside her, his hand immediately finding her thigh. ‘You look tense. Long day?’
Jade shifted uncomfortably, brushing his hand away. ‘Yeah, just tired, Jack. I’ve got a paper due tomorrow. Can we just… chill?’ Her voice was firm, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her dark eyes.
Jack chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. ‘Chill? Nah, I’ve got better ideas.’ He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. ‘You’ve been dodging me for weeks, Jade. I’m starting to think you don’t want me.’
Her cheeks flushed, and she pushed against his chest, her feisty side flaring. ‘I told you, I’m not ready. Why can’t you respect that? I’m not some toy for you to play with.’
His smirk vanished, replaced by a hard glint in his eyes. ‘Toy? Babe, I’m your boyfriend. I’ve been patient. But a man’s got needs.’ He grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer despite her resistance. ‘You’ve got no idea how fucking hot you are, do you? That tight little body, those tits… I’ve been hard for you since day one.’
Jade’s heart raced, a mix of fear and anger surging through her. ‘Let go, Jack. I’m serious.’ She yanked her arm, but his grip tightened, his other hand sliding up her shirt, groping her soft, firm breasts through her sports bra. Her pink nipples hardened involuntarily under his rough touch, and she hated her body for betraying her.
‘Stop fighting it,’ he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. ‘You’re gonna love this, I promise. I’ll make you wet, dripping for me.’ He shoved her back onto the bed, pinning her down as she struggled, her legs kicking against his weight. Her shirt tore under his impatient hands, exposing her trembling skin.
‘No! Get off me!’ Jade screamed, her voice sharp and desperate, but Jack only laughed, his cock straining against his jeans as he ground it against her thigh. ‘Scream all you want, babe. No one’s coming to save you.’
Her eyes widened in horror as he unzipped himself, his hard length springing free, throbbing with intent. She thrashed harder, her nails clawing at his arms, but he grabbed a fistful of her short hair, yanking her head back. ‘You’re mine tonight, Jade. I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy until you can’t walk.’
Sweating and panting, Jade’s resistance faltered under his sheer strength, her body trembling as he tore at her jeans, exposing her untouched core. She felt the heat of him, the threat of violation, and tears stung her eyes. This wasn’t how she’d imagined her first time—not with love, not with choice, but with raw, unwanted force. And as Jack positioned himself, his horny gaze locked on her, she knew this was only the beginning of a darkness she couldn’t escape.
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