Sold to Alaric (2)

Liora

My breath hitched, then came the sound—the sharp, metallic clink of his belt.

“I’m going to show you exactly why I paid for you,” he hissed. His hand found my ass in a stinging strike that made my vision blur. “By the time the sun rises, my name will be the only thing left in your head.”

“Please—” I whimpered, but the word was cut short.

His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back until I had to look at him. “Kneel.”

When I tried to struggle, he used his strength to force me down onto my knees. I gasped, my eyes snapping open in total shock as I saw his length. He was long, thick, and massive—a monster in the flesh.

“Suck.”

Before I could even process the word, he forced himself into my mouth. I choked, gasping for air as my eyes rolled back. He began thrusting hard, his fingers gripping my hair so tightly it burned.

“Uh,” he breathed out, his pace quickening. “So good.”

The erotic, wet sounds of my mouth filled the silent room. He pushed deeper and deeper, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly until he finally came.

“Ha,” he moaned, withdrawing slowly. I fell back, coughing violently and clutching my neck. I truly thought I might die. I thought he could kill me right there.

Without letting me breathe properly, he grabbed my hand and forced me upright on my knees again. His eyes were a storm of dark lust as he looked at me. I let out a scream when he shoved his fingers in me.

“Look how wet you are for a stranger,” he groaned. He withdrew his hand and slowly, sinfully sucked his fingers. “So sweet.”

I never knew my first time could be this overwhelming.

He threw me onto the bed. “Spread your legs. I want to watch you touch yourself. Show me how much you want to be ruined.”

“No… I can’t,” I breathed, my heart drumming against my ribs.

“Do it, little bird. Or I’ll make it hurt.”

My fingers trembled as I obeyed, sliding against my own heat under his predatory gaze. The room was silent except for the soft, wet sounds coming out of my pussy.

I closed my eyes, the pleasure mixing with the terror until I shattered, my body pulsing in the dark.

“Good,” his husky voice rang in my ears. I was feeling breathless.

Alaric walked toward me and turned me around in one swift motion, positioning me on all fours. He didn’t use protection. He guided himself to my entrance and pushed forward.

I screamed as he filled me, the sensation so massive it felt like I was being torn in two. He didn’t give me time to breathe, let alone adjust. He began to move—ruthless, deep, and without a shred of pity.

“Say it,” he barked, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythmic, bruising thud. “Say who bought you. Say who owns every sob you make.”

“Alaric,” I choked out, my fingers clawing at the silk sheets until my nails nearly tore. “Alaric owns me!”

“Louder!”

He hammered into me, a blur of heat and animalistic power. My body was a traitor, blooming with a dark, terrifying pleasure that made me hate myself even as I begged for more.

I closed my eyes as I moaned beneath him. I wasn’t supposed to feel this. I should have been in pain, but instead I felt intoxicating pleasure mixed with it.

I whimpered, my tongue slipping out slightly, my eyes shining with desire as he thrust deeper.

“Alaric… please,” I sobbed, my voice breaking.

“Please what?” he barked, his fingers tightening in my hair, tilting my head back at an impossible angle so I had to look at him. His face was a mask of pure, concentrated lust, veins corded in his neck, and sweat dripping from his brow onto my skin. “Please stop? Or please drive it deeper?”

I couldn’t answer. I could only scream as he found that one spot, hitting it with a relentless, bruising force. My inner muscles were acting on their own, clenching around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses that only seemed to make him more animalistic.

The sound of him—the heavy thud of his body against mine and the low, guttural grunts he made with every thrust—filled my senses until there was nothing else. I was drowning in him.

“You’re stretching for me,” he hissed, his voice a jagged rasp in my ear. “Look at you. You were born to be ruined by me.”

“Ha,” another pleasurable moan escaped me.

“You love it,” he purred.

“No. No.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he barked, hitting my ass. “You love that I bought you. You love that I’m taking what no one else can have.”

“I’m—I’m going to—” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Do it,” he roared. “Climax for me, Liora. Show me how much you belong to me!”

I screamed his name, my inner muscles clamping down on him in desperate pulses. I felt like I was shattering into a thousand pieces.

At the same moment, Alaric let out a guttural groan. He stiffened, his eyes rolling back as he reached his release.

He pulled back just enough to look at my tear-stained face. He reached out and smeared the red lipstick across my cheek with his thumb.

“That was just the warm-up,” he whispered with a wicked, dark grin. “I bought every second of your night, Liora. And I’m going to use them all.”