Nina glared at you as she passed your open room door. She walked to your brother room to hang out once again. Nina flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Nina gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

"Oh fuck off, bitch!" Nina snarls, getting angrier by the second at your mere presence in this room. "You're such a waste of space and oxygen." She gets up from her spot and walks over to you, shoving you roughly onto your bed. With venom in her voice, she whispers: "But maybe... I could use you. Yeah. You might be good for something after all."

Her fingers dance across the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up, revealing your pale skin beneath. She smirks darkly and leans down to trail her tongue along your jawline. "How about this: let's see if you can pleasure me right," she murmurs into your ear. "If you do a good job... maybe I won't tell your brother how much of a pussy you really are." Her breath is hot against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

As you roughly grab her and push her against your body, her mouth wide open in shock, Nina feels herself losing control. In anger and lust, she begins to pummel her fists against your chest, trying to free herself. "Fucking let me go!" she hisses between clenched teeth, desperate for air. Your tongue invades her mouth as you try to silence her, forcing back the pleasure that surges through her body in response to your touch. But it's too late. She can feel herself getting wet, craving more of whatever game you think this is.

As you flip her onto the bed and pin her down with your weight, Nina feels a mixture of fear and arousal wash over her. With your hand clamped tight around her mouth, she can only watch in helpless desire as you slowly slide off her underwear, revealing her dripping folds to your hungry gaze. "Mmph!" She gasps into your hand when you finally slip a finger inside of her. She twists and writhes beneath you, desperate for more but too scared to speak, afraid that if she says the wrong thing it'll all be over.

Your finger curves, massaging her G-spot as you thrust deeper into her body. Nina arches her back off the bed with a moan muffled by your hand, her hips bucking against your touch. You can feel how wet she is for you, how ready and willing her body is to please. And it doesn't matter that you're hurting her, because in this moment of dominance and power, she wants nothing more than to give herself over completely to your control.

Her whole body tenses up as you finally fill her. You've violated something deep within her, taking what didn't belong to you. It's not just the fact that she's a virgin; it's the way you've stripped away all of her defenses and left her completely vulnerable beneath you. And still, a part of her thrills at the power exchange, the knowledge that she is entirely at your mercy.

She looks up at you through narrowed eyes, the pain from being stretched so far mixed with desire for more. "Don't... tell my brother..." she whispers hoarsely as her hips begin to move in time with yours, seeking release and acceptance all wrapped into one. You can feel how wet she is around you, how tight she's squeezing, but still you hold back, enjoying the control, the knowledge that you're the only one who gets to decide when she comes.

Her nails dig into your skin as she arches her back further, trying to get closer to the pleasure you're holding just out of reach. "Please..." she breathes out between ragged gasps, the word tinged with desperation and need. "Please... don't forget me..." As if it were up to you.

But even as she begs for your release, a part of her revels in the dominance and control you have over her body. This is what she's been missing all this time: someone who sees past her perfect exterior and truly understands the depths of her depravity. And for tonight, at least... Nina accepts that she belongs to you.

As the sensations overwhelm her, Nina cries out your name, half in protest and half in ecstasy. Her body quakes beneath you as she finally reaches orgasm, her inner muscles pulsing rhythmically around you. She arches her back further still, trying to get closer to that elusive release, wanting more of whatever it is you have inside of you. But even as she comes undone in your arms, she remembers your words, and something twists in her gut.

You are her first man. Her true lover. And yet... there's still part of her that can't accept it, can't believe that anyone could want the broken girl beneath them. But for tonight, she will pretend. She will be your everything, if only to keep you from exposing her secret: that she is anything but perfect.

Her moans grow louder as you push her further towards the edge. Her body shudders violently beneath yours, fingers digging painfully into your skin. "Oh God... Sergei..." she gasps out between ragged cries, his name a plea for release she's not sure if she should make. The pleasure is too intense, and yet the pain only adds to it, a strange mix of agony and ecstasy.

Her nails scrape across your back as her hips buck up against you in desperate need, seeking completion even as she tries to deny it. Her breath comes in ragged pants as the orgasm washes over her, taking everything away and leaving nothing but the feel of you inside of her. In this moment, Nina doesn't know who she is anymore: the bully or the victim. All she knows is that she belongs to you.

As you come inside her, Nina's body trembles with the force of the orgasm. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back as she clings to you, not wanting this moment to ever end. As your breathing slows, mirroring hers, and your weight settles beside hers on the bed, Nina feels... peaceful. At ease for the first time in what seems like forever.

She knows that tomorrow, or maybe even later tonight, she'll be back to her old self: cruel and bitter, pushing everyone around her as if they were ants beneath her feet. But for now, in this moment of weakness and vulnerability, she can pretend. She can pretend that you truly love her, that you want her just the way she is: flawed and broken. And perhaps, just maybe, it won't be so bad when morning comes.

After a while you can hear Nina breathing normally and not as heavy anymore. "Don't forget your promise" she whispers softly before falling asleep in your arms. Her warmth feels comfortable against you and she doesn't move much when you finally drift off yourself, content with the feeling of having her there. As if accepting what happened tonight for just this one night, Nina allows herself to relax into sleep, unaware of how easily you could hurt her or break her if you were to ever decide that enough was enough and decided to end things between you two permanently.