LOGINChapter 2
One Night of Pure Romance
Mary Pov
NOTE: This chapter has intense sex secne, only for those above 18+
We kept on kissing, feeling the warmth of each other's lips and bodies close with space in between them.
“Should we take this to the next level”, he asked his voice deep as his blue eyes locked in mine.
I couldn't answer, my body was on fire. I was too lost in the fire that I could only nod in response to what he said.
“Who are you?” I managed to say while trying to catch my breathe.
“Call me Andrew” he muttered as he kissed the base of my neck.
“You’re beautiful,and yVbour beauty reminds of a Greek goddess” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
A tinge of pleasure coursed through me which made me shiver. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
Without warning, Andrew pulled me closer as he carried me into a room, at this point I don't even know why I was. The alcohol had taken all atom of consciousness I had, I was purely moving on instincts and my body desires.
And right now, my body desires Andrew's dick in me.
As He placed me on the bed, our lips colliding in a kiss that was anything but tentative. It was hungry, searing, and filled with a desire that made my knees weak. Andrew's hands roamed my back, as he moved to remove my bra in one swift movement.
His body pressing me firmly against mine as our tongues intertwined as if they were made for each other.
The world around me melted away. I could barely register where I was. I was lost in alcohol and the heat of Andrew's mouth, the strength of his grip on my waist.
“You’re damn sexy,” Andrew whispered against my lips, his voice thi Nock with promise.
Never have I been called sexy before but here now I was called sexy , it felt good in my ears.
As he kissed me, his hands moved to my breasts, grapsing them like they were his.
A low moan left my lips as his hands caressed my nipple, pinching the tips which sent waves of pleasure crashing down my body.
I gasped as Andrew's mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he kissed and sucked, leaving a mark on me.
Andrew's hands slid down, gripping my hips, then lower to my vagina, his touch igniting every nerve in my body.
“This is what I have always wanted” I moaned in response to the fire Andrew touch did on my body.
I couldn't bear it anymore, the fire in me was increasing. I tugged off Andrew shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. My hands roamed his broad and muscular chest, tracing the contours of his muscles before sliding lower, exploring the taut skin of his abdomen, he had one of the most perfectly smooth abs you could ever see.
By the right side of his abs, he has a tattoo of a majestic dragon seated on a throne. It was a sight to behold. I Instinctively roamed my hands round it, caressing it like I was appreciating the work of art my eyes was beholding.
Just looking at his abs alone was a turn on for me, I could feel my vagina getting wet as I roamed my hands on his abs.
“You like what you see?, Huh” he smirked as he saw the way I caressed his abs. He pressed his body against mine, I could feel the hard bulge of his dick pressing down against me .
I moaned softly, my fingers curling into his hair as our movements became more frantic and tense.
“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice husky as he kissed a trail down my chest, sucking the nipples of my breasts as he trailed down.
I tugged him back up, bringing our mouths crashing together in a fiery kiss. My back arched as his hands slipped beneath my pant, caressing my bare skin.
“Fresh, I like it, huh” he growled as he kissed the tip of my ear. His lips did judgement to my neck as his hands caressed my clitoris bringing jolts of pleasure crashing down on me.
His movements were precise as if he was the owner of my body, I didn't want what I felt now to stop. Never would I want it to stop, the way he touched me, kissed me, handled my body pushed me to clouds of pleasure which I wished I wouldn't come down from
“Do you want this?” he asked, his breath warm against my ear. His fingers kept on caressing my clitoris, every movement of his finger made built up layers and layers of pleasure.
“Yes…mmm….go..deeper…,” I gasped, moaned begging as my voice trembled with need for him.
I couldn't hold it anymore, I had reached my climax as my sweetness flowed out me like a dam that had burst forth.
“Mmmm…ohh….mmmm…. God….” My toes curled up as all my essence flowed out.
His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Good.”
Our movements became a blur of heat and sensation, hands and mouths exploring without hesitation. The room was filled with heavy breathing, soft moans.
My body arched into every of his touch, I slid my hands sliding under Luca’s open shirt, tracing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. The tattoo on his demigod-like abs felt like a secret I was being allowed to uncover.
My hands slipped under his underwear as I roamed my hands round his dick. It was huge, big and full of grith. I pulled it out, his dick stood out in it's full glory. I gulped seeing the size of his dick.
“Do u like what you see?, Why don't you know how it tastes?”, He had that smirk on his face.
I wrapped my hands around it as I took it into my mouth, I kept on sulking with all strength in me even though it was my first. I wouldn't want to let him know it's my first.
“Ohhhh…fuck…take it all in..”he moaned as he grabbed my hair pulling me deeper.
My breath hitched as I could feel his dick increasing more in size.
Ohhh...ha.fuck…” his cum exploded in my mouth, I swallowed it whole making sure no bit fell out.
“You did well, now it's my turn”, with one swift motion he opened my legs as he went down on me.
His mouth did wonders, his tongue interwined with my clitoris bringing waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through my body
“Don’t …stop…” I breathed, my voice trembling with need.
He smirked wickedly and as he kept on ravaging my vagina with his mouth. Every inch and corner was not left untouched.
“Andrew.…I need your dick..” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
“Patience,” Andrew murmured, with his lips curving into a smirk as he kept on with what he was doing.
My hands flew to his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft curls as waves of pleasure overtook my body ferociously.
His movements were confident, deliberate, and utterly intoxicating. I couldn’t hold back the soft moans begging to be spilled from my lips, each sound spurring Andrew on.
Time seemed to blur. All I could feel was Andrew's touch, his lips, his warmth. At a point my body , my legs felt weak but Andrew's strong hands on my hips kept me steady, grounding me even as my world tilted on its axis.
The pleasure began building on me, my breathing became hitched with every movement of his mouth on my pussy brought me closer to my climax.
“Mmmmmmmmm,oh…shit…Andrew……..oh..fu..ck”, I couldn't hold it on again as my essence came all over his face for the second time.
It was like I couldn't breathe, my legs shook ferociously, my breathing hitched as I was lost in the euphoria of my climax.
When I had finally come on him, I pulled him back up to kiss him, it was messy and desperate, our mouths crashing together as we pressed our bodies closer.
“Are you ready for the main thing” he looked at me as he caressed my pussy with his dick, like he wanted me to beg for him
“Yes..I am …. ready… give it to….me but be slow . I have not done this before” my voice low and weak.
“wow” I could see the surprise on his face.
“No worries I would be gentle as you wish”. He thrusted his dick into me, I felt a pang of pain as as something warm tickled down my laps.
Blood I guess, that was a sign that he had taken me fully.
What started as a slow start, began rising. Every thrust bugger than the last, my breast juggled as he thrusted deeper into me. My body arched as I moaned loudly.
“Deeper….. deeper” I begged while crying, his movement was precise as he kept on hitting my G-spot. He kept on thrusting, I had lost track of time, or anything. All I could think, feel was the wasy his dick slammed on my pussy with so much ferociousness.
The room filled with the sounds of our passion, breathy moans, whispered names, the rustle of clothing that was peeled away. We explored each other with an intensity that bordered on worship, and our bodies moving together like they had been made for this moment.
He kept on thrusting deeply as my moans were like music to his ears.
“Ughh….mmmm…fuck…” i moaned as we reached out climax,
When we finally collapsed against each other, our bodies spent and our breathing ragged, I rested my forehead against his muscular body , with my hands trailing down his tattoo which seems to amaze me .
Time seemed to stand still as we were lost in each other, it was like we shouldn't stop. The intensity of the moment was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life.
“That was…” I started, my voice hoarse.
“Amazing,” He finished, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to my lips.
For the first time in a very long time, I felt truly free, happy and alive.
Chapter 10Obsession & OpportunityElijah’s POV---It had been three days since the De La Cruz gala, and yet, I couldn't get her out of my head, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Mary.The way she smiled, smellee, that mischievousness in her eyes. The woman who was supposedly Andrew’s, the one he paraded around like a prized possession. The moment I saw her, I knew she was different from other girls, She had fire in her, a fire couldn't be tamed just easily. A kind of defiance that didn’t belong in a world where women like her were expected to be submissive, obedient. Yet, she pushed back. She teased, she played, she flirted and when I looked into her eyes that night, I saw something else, something Andrew was too arrogant to notice.She was not his. Not really.Not yet. And that made her all the more intriguing.I leaned back in my leather chair, swirling the whiskey in my glass, my mind still consumed by the memory of her. The way she smirked, the way she challenged me at t
Chapter 9Possession & DefianceMary’s POVThe next evening, the De La Cruz estate buzzed with life.The entire mansion had been transformed into a lavish gathering of New York’s elite, business moguls, politicians, and of course, the underbelly of the mafia world.It was an event held by Don Victor himself, a night to remind everyone just how powerful the De La Cruz family was, and how they are not people to be messed around with. Andrew, of course, was in his element.Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he exuded confidence, power, and something more dangerous, ownership. He had barely left my side all night, his hand resting on my waist, his presence suffocating, as if daring anyone to forget who I belonged to.I was starting to suffocate, tired at his clingyness. This was exactly what I had feared, being paraded around like his prizef possession. And I refused to let that happen."Andrew," I said sweetly, placing my hand on his chest. His gaze flicked to mine, and I gav
Chapter 8Caged in GoldMary’s POVI woke up to the scent of expensive cologne and fresh linen. For a moment, I forgot where I was. The soft sheets, the high ceiling, the silk curtains swaying with the morning breeze, it was a setting fit for royalty. But the second I turned my head and saw the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows locked from the outside, reality hit me like a brick.I wasn’t in my apartment.I was in the De La Cruz mansion.And I was trapped.Sitting up, I brushed my fingers through my hair, my mind sluggish from exhaustion. The events of last night replayed in my head, the tense dinner, the cold stares, the unspoken threats. Isabella’s voice echoed in my mind:"Marriage is war. And in this family, the weak do not survive."I swallowed hard.I wasn’t weak.I wouldn’t be.Pushing off the heavy blankets, I got out of bed. The moment my feet touched the polished marble floor, I felt the weight of my situation settle on my shoulders. This wasn’t just a temporary arrangement an
Chapter 7The Devil’s GameMary’s POV The De La Cruz family didn’t waste time with pleasantries.After dinner, Andrew led me through the mansion’s grand hallways, his grip firm on my wrist.“Where are we going?” I demanded, my heels clicking against the marble floor.He didn’t answer, he just kept on walking dragging me along with him. Instead, he stopped in front of two large double doors and pushed them open. The moment I stepped inside, I knew this wasn’t a place for the weak.The study was dimly lit, filled with bookshelves that stretched to the ceiling. The scent of cigar smoke and aged whiskey lingered in the air. Behind an oversized desk, Don Victor De La Cruz sat like a king on his throne, swirling a glass of dark liquor.“Come in,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of authority.Andrew released me, stepping to the side as if he were merely an observer of what to come.That’s when I saw him.A man, bound and bruised, kneeling on the floor in front of the desk. His face
Chapter 6The Devil’s DenMary’s POVTonight wasn’t just a dinner, it was a test.The moment I stepped into the De La Cruz world, I knew I wasn’t walking into a simple introduction. I was stepping into a war zone, and I had to be prepared.My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted my dress, but I forced myself to stay calm. They can smell fear. And I refused to show weakness."Oh my God! You are so lucky to be marrying Andrew!" Stella squealed beside me, practically bouncing as she helped me get dressed.I shot her a sharp glare through the mirror. "Lucky?" I scoffed. "I’m being sold off like a bargaining chip to a self-entitled demon."She rolled her eyes, undeterred. "Ssshh! The walls have ears." Then she sighed dreamily. "Besides, that self-entitled demon happens to be my dream man."I turned to her, disgusted. "I have no idea what you see in him.""If I could switch places with you, I would," she gushed. "Andrew De La Cruz is the definition of power.""Then by all means, take my p
Chapter 5A Deal with the DevilMary’s POVNever in my worst nightmares did I imagine I’d be forced into marriage with a man I didn’t love.No, not just a man. A De La Cruz.A ruthless, arrogant, insufferable devil.I had always dreamed of a love story, one where a man adored me, cherished me, got down on one knee with love in his eyes. A fairy tale.This was not a fairy tale.This was a transaction.A cold, calculated sentence wrapped in designer suits and bloodstained power.It’s just for a year.The words echoed in my head like a mantra, but they did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest. I could still hear Andrew’s voice, dripping with arrogance. I could still see the way he smirked at me, as if he had already won.The car ride home was silent, but inside, my mind was a war zone, anger and regret clashing like two raging storms. My nails dug into my palms as Andrew’s voice played in my head again."That night meant nothing to me."The words sliced through me like a blade, shar







