LOGINCHAPTER THREE
ALYSSA'S POV____________
I felt a stop as I was been dropped and fell to the ground. Tried getting up but a hand hold me back down to the cold floor.
"No, no. Please. I have nothing to offer or give to you." I screamed.
"Are you sure about that."
A deep cold voice asked making me go silent and could only sob.
"You look more of a precious value." A hand skimmed pass my body.
"I am a nobody and Worth no value." I blurt feeling so much uncomfortable.
"We will see about that."
His hand went back to my breast and he gripped it.
"So soft and delicate." He whispered then let go as my hands were been held down by two forceful grips and pushed to lay on my back. Tried fighting but was to no avail.
"Would you or should we just eat her up cause my pants are really bugging to be pulled." One of the guys holding my hand said and I guess they were two.
"No please. Let me go" I cried.
"Not until I burry my dick in your pussy." The other one said and they laughed. My eyes still tied but I was observant of my surroundings.
Soon, I felt my palm trouser been pulled off as I tried to presist. A hand caressed my tigh as it was bare and exposed. Soon, my jean jacket was pulled off leaving me only in my bra and panties which were soon ripped off as I screamed in tiers. A piece of clothing was been chocked in my mouth.
Two hands cupped my breast as I felt both nipples been sucked in. It seems both men holding my hands were now sucking and squeezing hardly on my nipples. My legs were been patted wide open and gripped inorder to prevent from closing. I cried in screams which only came out as muffules.
I felt a hand teased my opening, and soon it was coated in warmth making me jerk due to the sensation of it being sucked. It was as if I was going insane. My breath ached and I couldn't explain what was wrong with me. Then, they began to rub and suck on it while my nipples were been sucked on at the same time.
The cloth was been removed from my mouth as I began to gasp.
"Yeah, that's right. Cum for me baby." I jerked and all of my body vibrated with a loud gasp. My mouth opened as I struggled to steady my breath.
They all rubbed one last time before letting go of me. I felt it had ended. Just like that.
Surprisingly, something poked at my entrance and my whole body vibrated.
No, it can't be.
"No!” my feet dangle over.
“Let me go!” I hit on who ever it was, smacking his face and neck even upon been blind folded. Yet, I felt he remained unaffected.
I wiggled as my hands are been hold and legs been gripped apart.
"That's right barbie. Get ready." One holding my hand whispered into my ear and I panicked.
What-What was that suppose to mean.
Just like that, a trust in.
I screamed in tiers as the pain erupts all over my body.
Who ever was that laid on me and his face so dangerously close to mine that I could feel his hot breath on my face. I cried.
"So fucking thight"He grunt, push in.
"No more. Please, it's too painful."
"But it isn't in yet." He whispered
What?!
"Ahhhh!"
I screamed as he trusted in again. It's killing me!!
He trusted again and again then I could feel our skins on eachother. Ignoring my cries, screams and pleads, he began to move, more faster and eager while his grunts echoed alongside my sobs.
"Just enjoy it little barbie. And you can cry all you want cause we all are going to fuck You." One said and the others laughed. Then he pulled out and got off me.
"My turn"
Said Another and I couldn't help the cries which escaped my lungs any longer. Are they really going to take me turn by turn. I don't even think I would survive the second.
"No. No. Please enough!!"
I cried, trying to wiggle but to no avail as I was still been held down.
"Turn her over"
"What!!! No please"
I pleaded.
And just when I was about to be turned, a voice beamed.
"Wait!"
They stopped.
He bent, pulling me up and taking me with him as he got to his knees, forcing me into his lap, his hands on my hips. I tried fighting, pushing on his chest with the amount of strength I had left but my attempts at inflicting injury only produced a deep laugh, which resonated in his chest.
I struggled to crawl away, but he pulled me back, prodding me with his length. He slid in, filling me all the way down his length which were crushing against my opening. He began to trust. I grasped, my fingers digging unto his arms and shoulders for stability, while I was been used for pleasures.
Plunging deep, he groaned with each trust. His grip on my hips tighten and his other arm was around me, pulling me impossibly tight as he hammered me relentlessly, driving deeper with each trust that it began to hurt... everywhere.
His face on my neck as his breath began to unsteady. He moved his hand from my hip and gripped my hair as I could feel his hot breath fainted on my neck. He began to groan louder. His chest vibrated and a loud grunt followed. Immediately, his grip on me lessened and I fell back to the ground. Gasping for air.
"Please. No more."
I whispered, slowly beginning to feel my vision blur. I was weak already. I could feel it.
"Oh, we are just getting started."
"Why don't we take her together."
At this point, my eyes were closed and voices faded. I felt lifeless but still observant of my surroundings.
"The women always scream and cry and then they moan and beg for more." They laughed then it all died down.
I felt someone come closer and then, his lips landed on mine. I frozed. He sucked on my lips then sticked his tongue to collide with mine but I refused to open my mouth. He bite on my lip as I felt a hand pinch my nipple making me gasp and his tongue invaded mine. He swift across my mouth length. Sounds of kisses could be heard, accompanied by his groans. He seemed to be enjoying it since he was the only one making the moves. Mixing his saliva with mine and I couldn't help but feel disgusted. I have never kissed anyone before and this type is mostly found irritating.
A firm fingertoyed with my anus dipping into the tight bands of my muscle and retreating making me gasp and let go. His kisses went to sucking on my neck and collar bone.
The finger stuck in my anus was performed over and over again. The finger sinked deeper with each push. The sensation was uncomfortable and invasive.
"Ready to fuck?"
The one kissing me let go.
A length was rubbed over the bumpy ridges of my asshole. As much as I knew what was about to happen, I had no strength left in me to fight back or scream.
He pressed the rounded head of his shaft there and I gasped.
"Ahhhh!! Ouch!!"
He pushed in and the pain flared through my body.
"Take it out!! Take it out!!! I can't stand it!" I sobbed.
He slide further in, opening up the constricted flesh, and driving his length in partially. I could feel him twisting inside of me.
No! I can't take this anymore.
As one worked my anus, I felt another region poking my opening before I could blank out.
CHAPTER 59 *Alyssa’s POV*The early morning air felt crisp as the car pulled away from my apartment. Dawn was still stretching her fingers across the skyline, the city lights blinking out one by one. My suitcase sat in the backseat, wheels spinning quietly on the leather floor. I sat beside Marcus’s goodbye text in my pocket: Be safe. I had sent one back: I will be. But the quiet hum of the engine didn’t calm me. Not entirely.I was headed out of the city with Rylan Russo, my boss, the mafia heir, the man whose world I only glimpsed in flashes of glances and tension. The trip was framed as corporate: a key client in a neighboring country, meetings, dinners, the familiar shutter‑click of business suits. But lately nothing that involved him felt normal.Rylan’s driver dropped us at the private terminal of the airport. The building was sleek glass and steel, everything polished and exact. Rylan stepped out first, adjust
CHAPTER 58The dim light of the café flickered as the door slammed open, a cold gust sweeping in with the figure that stepped through. Alyssa’s breath hitched as the silhouette moved closer—tall, confident, and unmistakably familiar.“Ruby?”The woman’s eyes glinted with something sharp and dangerous—years of bitterness, envy, and a darkness Alyssa had never truly seen before. Her lips curled into a mocking smile.“Well, well, if it isn’t little miss perfect,” Ruby hissed, voice dripping with venom. “Didn’t expect to see me here, did you?”Alyssa’s heart pounded harder, confusion and fear crashing through her like a wave.“Why... why are you here?” Alyssa managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.Ruby laughed—a harsh, cold sound that made the hairs on the back of Alyssa’s neck stand on end. “I’ve been watching you. Always watching. Sending those lovely little messages that kept you up at night? Yeah, that was me.
CHAPTER 57Alyssa stared at the photo in her hand—one Amelia had snapped earlier of Samantha playing by the garden. Her daughter’s soft golden hair shimmered under the sun, falling in loose curls around her shoulders. But it wasn’t just the hair. It was the curve of her chin. The arch of her brow. The way her smile tilted slightly to the left.Something about it stirred unease deep in Alyssa’s chest.Amelia, who has just arrived for a few days to pick up somethings was stairing at her in curiosity.“I just… I don’t get it,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “Marcus said something strange last night. About knowing what I went through in school.”Amelia, sitting beside her, frowned. “What do you mean strange?”Alyssa swallowed hard. “He said... he knew about what happened to me back then. The assault.”Amelia’s eyes widened. “But, you never told him, did you?”“No,” Alyssa whispered. “I never told anyone
CHAPTER 56The garden lights glowed under the velvet night sky as I stumbled through the hedges, tears blurring the pathway ahead of me. I could still hear the voices behind me, the whispering condolences, the pointing looks, the blow of my past revealed under crystal chandeliers. My dress, that deep emerald gown, felt like a costume now, extravagant, exposed. Marcus finally found me at the fountain’s edge, the water silver in the lamplight, mist curling around us. “Alyssa,” he called gently, stepping closer with concern in his eyes. “Please talk to me.”I turned to face him, grief and anger mingling in my chest. I felt raw. Vulnerable. “I can't,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I can’t do this. Not here. Not now.”He reached for me, hesitated, then pulled me into his arms. “You don’t have to do it alone,” he said softly. “I’m right here.”But I jerked away. “Stop pretending, Marcus!” I cried. “You brought me
CHAPTER 55The grand hall shimmered under a sea of crystal chandeliers, their light dancing off the polished marble floors and gilded walls. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration of unity—a gathering of the Lezandro and Milano families, tied together by marriage, blood, and business alliances. Yet beneath the glittering surface, old wounds festered, and grudges whispered like ghosts in every corner.Alyssa entered the room on Marcus’s arm, her emerald-green gown flowing like liquid silk, hugging her slender frame and highlighting her graceful neck. The deep V neckline balanced tastefully with long, sheer sleeves embroidered with delicate patterns that caught the light with every subtle movement. Her dark hair was styled in soft waves pinned loosely to one side, and her makeup was flawless yet understated—deep plum lips and smoky eyes that shimmered with hidden strength and vulnerability.She felt the weight of countless eyes—curious, calculating, and no
*CHAPTER 54**Alyssa’s POV*The quiet hum of the air conditioner was the only sound filling Rylan’s spacious office as I stood at the doorway, clutching the file to my chest like it could shield me from everything he made me feel.I stepped in slowly, the sharp click of my heels echoing too loudly on the marble floor.He didn’t look at me.He was at the window, tall and imposing, his hands in his pockets, the back of his suit perfectly pressed. The skyline behind him bathed him in golden light, yet all I saw was the storm beneath his stillness.“You called for the quarterly projections,” I said, my voice firm even though my heart pounded. “Here they are.”His head tilted slightly, just slightly. “I didn’t think you’d come.”“I work here, Rylan,” I replied, walking up to place the file on his desk. “I don’t mix business with—”“With what?” he interrupted, finally turning to face me.With us.







