Chapter 5 4

Lorenzo’s words echoed through Daisy’s mind long after he stopped speaking.

Each revelation struck harder than the last, leaving her standing in stunned silence. Tears threatened to spill, but she fought them back with every ounce of strength she had left. All she could think about was her stupid evil father.

Why had power always mattered more than people?

How many lives had he destroyed chasing another country, another victory, another throne to place beneath his feet? She had spent her childhood believing she knew the man who had raised her. He was so different from what she’s hearing now. Now, with every story Lorenzo told, that image crumbled into something she no longer recognized.

A faint tremor ran through her body.

Fear settled deep in her chest as reality became impossible to ignore. Whatever happened tonight, there would be no escape from it. She had imagined countless endings for her life, but never one that brought her here, standing before the man who despised her more than anyone else alive.

She closed her eyes for the briefest moment.

You are a princess.

The thought came instinctively before she corrected herself.

You were a princess.

Titles meant nothing anymore. Crowns had been stripped away, countries had fallen, and pride had become a luxury she could no longer afford. Even so, years of royal training refused to leave her. She had been taught to stand tall in the face of humiliation, to hide pain behind grace, and never allow anyone the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Drawing in a slow breath, she lifted her chin.

If this was the life waiting for her now, she would endure it without begging again.

Lorenzo watched her with the same unreadable expression.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice flat and merciless. “Your face in the pillow, your ass high in the sky. Cheeks spread wide open.”

His eyes remained fixed on her, giving away nothing except the bitterness that had lived there for years.

Daisy didn’t argue.

She crossed the room on unsteady legs and climbed onto the bed exactly as he instructed. The bed sheets were impossibly soft beneath her skin, so different from the cold hard bed she had slept on for days. She a hundred percent believe they were made out of straws. She placed herself onto the mattress, resting her face against the soft cloudy pillow as she struggled to spread her ass cheeks wide open.

Her hands were shaking despite every effort to keep them still.

She shut her eyes, her brains, her feelings. She wanted to be anywhere but here. 

If she closed her eyes hard enough and shut off her brain completely, she could almost pretend the softness beneath her was her trusty bedroom. After countless nights sleeping on a bed that felt like cobbled stone, the mattress welcomed her with a comfort that felt like she was still living her old life. 

For just a fleeting moment, she let herself cling to that single thought.

She felt how Lorenzo grabbed her hips, his bony fingers digging into her soft flesh, and she felt the warmth of his tip nudge at her opening. Ain’t no fucking way this man will take her virginity without foreplay. Her eyes widened when she felt his large penis in her entrance. 

Daisy had spent her life believing she understood power. She had watched kings negotiate wars, nobles buy loyalty, and prisoners stripped of everything that made them human. None of it had prepared her for the terror of standing in this room with Lorenzo.

“You’re shaking,” he said. 

Daisy swallowed. “What did you expect?”

For a moment, he said nothing. The silence was worse than anger.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She turned her head just enough to see him over her shoulder. Candlelight carved sharp shadows across his face, making him look less like a man and more like something forged from stone and old hatred.

“Do you think I wanted this?” she asked, her voice shaking despite her efforts. “Do you think I asked for any of it?”

His eyes hardened. “Did my family ask for what your father did to them?”

The question hit her like a blow. Daisy looked away, unable to answer.

Lorenzo moved closer, and she felt her pulse jump. “For years,” he said, his voice low and controlled, “I dreamed of the day your country would fall. I thought revenge would feel different.”

“Then why are you doing this?” she whispered.

His hand closed around her hip, not gently, not cruelly, but with absolute possession. “Because every time I look at you, I remember everything I lost.”

Daisy’s breath caught. Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “I am not my father.”

“No,” Lorenzo said. “You’re not. But you will pay for every evil thing he did to us! You are after all the devil’s spawn!”

The admission startled her enough that she looked back at him. For the first time since entering his room, she saw something flicker beneath the hatred, something darker, more complicated.

His thumb brushed against her skin before he withdrew his hand. “Lie back,” he said and she placed her head back on the pillow.

“AAHHH!” Daisy yelled when she felt something huge entering her tight vagina. She saw stars. Pain seared through her whole body. Her mind went black. It was huge, throbbing, painful. What the fuck was this man carrying? The dick of a fucking horse?!!! 

He pulled back and shoved into her again. “Ahhh pleaseeeee….”

She buried her face in the pillow, and screamed, twisting her shaking body away from his brutal possession. Sobs left her mouth as she was biting down on the pillow. It felt like she was getting impaled by a tree trunk. It felt huge, she could literally feel him in her stomach. It won’t be a surprise if her insides were rearranged by now! 

But as she was trying to get away from his big cock his hands caught her hips, holding her body steady. He covered her with his body and plunged into her again, the force of his thrusts pressing her unrelentingly deeper into the bed.    

“AAHH…AHHH…”

Only her sobs were heard in the room. 

She buried her face deeper into the pillow, desperate to muffle the sound, but another cry followed before she could stop it.

Lorenzo didn’t say a word. It was like this man wasn’t feeling how his horse dick was ripping her open from the insides.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her breathing uneven as tears soaked into the linen beneath her cheek. Every instinct urged her to disappear, yet the room gave her nowhere to hide.

“You cry now?” Lorenzo’s voice was booming. 

Daisy’s shoulders stiffened.

“I…” Her voice cracked. She swallowed hard before trying again. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t want you to say anything.”

His answer came without hesitation. She let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

He didn’t answer. The silence stretched until it became unbearable.

Daisy finally turned her head just enough to glance at him over her shoulder. His expression hadn’t changed. The same cold blue eyes stared back at her, unreadable, distant, as though whatever had just happened meant nothing at all.

“Get the fuck out of my room,” he screamed pulling out of her she swore she heard a loud “plop”. 

She fell lifeless on the bed and saw how Lorenzo walked away without another glance at her. She heard the door open and close behind him with a bang.    

The room felt suffocatingly quiet after Lorenzo left.