ANMELDENHe looked like he wanted to rip me apart with his bare hands. He looked like he wanted to see me suffer. He looked like he was already planning his revenge, but his kiss was soft. His lips were soft against mine as he kissed me like I was an egg that would break if he went too hard. That shocked me, and I kissed him back with my eyes open. His eyes were closed, his hand moving to my jaw as he tilted my head and deepened the kiss, his tongue entering my mouth slowly. His father kept slamming into me, my body rocking forward, and I moaned into Alexander’s mouth. He drank in all my moans. He broke the kiss and leaned back, his eyes fixed on mine as he whispered, “Now, my turn.”He grabbed my waist and turned me. I gasped as Leonardo’s dick pulled out of me roughly. Leonardo also groaned. Alexander turned me so that my back was to him, and I faced Leonardo. He looked wild. His chest rose and fell heavily. Strands of his hair were glued to his face from sweat. Sweat was dripping from hi
My eyes went so wide, I feared they would go dry. He stretched me so wide, filling me until it felt like there wasn’t any space left. My mouth was open, but no sound came out. I stared at the ceiling even though I wasn’t seeing anything. “She… Argh! She feels fucking good, Alexander,” Leonardo said, his voice breathless. “Her cunt is clenching so tight to my dick, I feel like she’s going to rip me apart. And oh, how warm she feels… Don’t you want to try this cunt again, son?”“Fuck you,” Alexander growled, and I forced my eyes away from the ceiling and to him. He didn’t look so calm anymore. No, he looked like he was hanging on by a thin thread and could snap at any moment. That was the look I was waiting for. Leonardo scoffed. “You mean fuck her?”“Beg,” I breathed as his father slammed harder and faster, my body rocking forward, my breasts bouncing. His eyes moved slowly to me, an eyebrow raised. “Beg, and I’ll let you fuck me.”I felt Leonardo’s dick pulsing in me, and he grunte
“Ah, Leo!” I moaned out before I could stop myself. The way his dick stretched me so much, the way my walls struggled to accommodate his thick length. The way his crown pressed against that spot in me without any struggle made my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned as he slammed into me again, his thick balls slapping against my core and creating a sweet sensation. He sounded like a different person as he groaned and cursed, his voice harsh. His hips connected with my backside as he slammed forward again, hitting that spot again and again, and I was a mess, moaning loudly, bouncing back to meet his thrusts. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned through my teeth as I threw my hips back. The bed rocked back and forth, making cracking sounds. Leonardo angled his hips in a way that made him go deeper, and my eyes widened as the edge got nearer. He fisted my hair and raised my head. Alexander still stood in the same spot, his chest heaving. His dick throbbed, licking out prec
His tongue teased the seam of my lips, and when I parted them, it slipped in slowly. His tongue curled around mine like this was a dance, teasing it before he sucked gently. I moaned into his mouth, my hands going around his arms. I felt warm, so warm that I forgot all about what happened today and all Alexander said. So warm that I forgot he was doing this out of duty and not because he cared. But the way he kissed… the way his tongue touched every inch of my mouth like this was more than just duty, and he wanted to learn the language of my lips; it was impossible not to forget why we were doing this. Pleasure, that was all I could think about, and how I wanted more. He broke the kiss so we could catch our breath, pulling back so he could look into my eyes. “There’s no need for foreplay, is there?” he asked, his voice rough, rougher than I've ever heard it. “No,” I answered in a breath, and his eyes grew darker. “Good.”He leaned in and kissed me again, just a short one before
I watched with my lips parted and my legs pressed together as Alexander stroked his cock. He wrapped his fist tightly around his it and started from his crown. He rubbed it in circles, his hand moving back before he dragged it forward again, tugging the skin. Precum dripped out of him, and he caught it with his thumb before it slid down, wetting his dick with it, and now he started stroking faster. A groan rumbled in his chest. He looked down at his dick like he couldn’t believe the amount of precum pouring out of him. He looked back at me with his lips parted in a slow breath, his gaze heavy. “You want this cock, don’t you?” he rasped, his breathing short and fast. I looked down at his dick to see him stroking fast, precum dropping out of him in a long, thin rope, like it wanted to cling onto his dick. I could tell he wanted to assert control, take back what I took from him. I could tell he hated feeling that way, of letting a woman control his pleasure, but I didn't care about wh
“When I was just a newlywed,” my sister went on. “My husband tried to mold me into his perfect toy and cut off my voice, but I showed him that just because he has a rod between his legs, that doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants.”“So what did you do?”“I used my body. These men will say not all men can be controlled by women and the rose between their legs, and I'll tell you that all men are liars. They are all the same, my dear. So use your body and show them you’re in charge even though they started the game.”So here I was, with my heart in my throat, naked, my skin glowing, my legs spread open, and my vagina facing the men. Even though it felt like I was going to throw up from my nerves, I didn't let that stop me or dim my confidence. I didn’t let my nerves show on my face, and I could see that it was working. The men stared at me with their chests heaving, their eyes dark and heavy with lust. They swallowed multiple times, their throat bobbing. I didn’t say or do anything
“That’s what we both want,” Leonardo was the one who answered, his lips on my neck, kissing it softly. “To put a child in your beautiful body. You see, sweet Isabella, our kind is dying out. MY kind. Hayes' name is fading. Alexander and I are the last of our kind, our very breed, so we need an heir
His mouth… his mouth was hot. Not just his lips, but his whole mouth felt hot as he kissed–No, not kissed but devoured. Devoured was the right word. He kissed me like he was trying to suck my soul from my mouth. His tongue curled around mine, thick and hot. He pushed his tongue so far down my throat
I was shown to my room by a househelp, and it was grand. Grand like a room at the top of the tower where the princess was meant to feel comfortable and never leave. I showered, applied oil, dressed in my robe with nothing underneath, sat on the bed with my hands folded and resting on my lap, and I
“Leonardo Hayes,” I repeated, looking at this stranger, before I looked at Alexander, expecting an explanation. When none was given, and he just stared at me with a bored look, I looked back at the stranger. “But you’re supposed to be–”“Out of the country?” he completed, straightening to his full







