004 — F*cking With Ambition

Isabella's POV

He didn’t fucking care. He started pounding me hard. Each thrust hit me deep, hitting the end of me, sending sharp pain mixed with raw pleasure through my whole body. The bed creaked loudly under us. Skin slapped loudly against wet skin. My tits bounced hard with every violent stroke.

He wrapped one hand around my throat and squeezed real hard, choking me. My vision blurred at the edges as he fucked me even harder. His dark eyes stared down at me like he has been wanting to break me for a long time.

I held his back, my nails digging into his flesh. I  dragged them down hard, hoping that pain was enough to make him slow down as I couldn't even feel my legs now. He hissed, smirking at me. Instead of slowing down, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and drove deeper, hitting the perfect spot that sent shock down my spine with each thrust. His cock punished my pussy without mercy

"Ohh.. yeah!!" He slammed all in, then pulled his thick cock out of my dripping pussy with a wet pop and flipped me on top of him. He didn't let me catch my breath.

He grabbed my waist, pinning me down, giving me no room of escape. His dark eyes dared me, wanting to see how bad I am. I grabbed his slippery cock and sank down on it in one smooth motion.

I rode him just as hard and fast, bouncing my ass up and down. Wet sounds filled the room, 

My juices coated his thick shaft and ran down his balls. I planted my hands on his hard chest, grinding my clit against him with every drop, chasing my own pleasure.

“Faster,” he growled, pissed off at my best.

I rode him even harder, as I hard as I could. My tits bounced wildly. His cock stretched me so deep it hurt in the best way. I clenched my pussy tight around him, trying to break his control.

But he took over.

He grabbed my hips with his huge hands, lifted me slightly, and started thrusting up into me like a fucking machine. The force made me scream real loud. He fucked me from below so brutally my legs shook. Then he flipped me around without pulling out, forcing me into reverse cowgirl.

My back faced him now. I planted my feet on the bed and kept riding, rolling my hips and slamming down hard. His thick cock hit a new spot that made my eyes roll back. I rubbed my swollen clit fast while bouncing, moaning loud.

He let me ride for a minute, then locked his hands on my waist like iron. He yanked me down while thrusting up, pounding me with raw power. The wet sounds of my ass slapping his hips echoed through the room. Every brutal thrust made my ass jiggle and sent shocks through my body.

“Fuck… yes!” I cried, breathing hard.

He pushed me forward onto all fours and slammed back into me in savage backward doggy. My face pressed into the sheets. He fucked me deeper than before, his heavy balls slapping my clit with every thrust. One hand fisted my hair and yanked my head back, then to my neck, choking me as he arched my head back, holding me in place. The other slapped my ass hard. The sting burned hot across my skin.

He was more ruthless that I've seen someone like him. He destroyed my pussy without mercy, his hips slamming forward like he wanted to break me. My juices squirted out with every hard stroke, soaking his thighs and his bed.

My body started shaking hard. Another orgasm ripped through me. My pussy clenched and pulsed around his black cock, squirting down his thighs. He fucked me through it even harder, until my legs gave out completely.

"Damn.... Yeah!!" He growled out, thrusting in one at a time, pulling out and going all the way in. With a deep growl, he buried himself to the balls and came, breathing hard. Thick, hot cum flooded my wrecked pussy. He kept thrusting, pushing his load deep inside me, claiming every inch. My body trembled violently under him. My pussy throbbed and ached around his cock.

Exhausted and covered in sweat, I collapsed on the bed, that reeked of sex, sweat and us. He fell beside me, breathing real heavy against my neck. Darkness took me quickly as I closed my eyes, slow drifting into sleep. 

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THE NEXT MORNING 

I woke up as soon as the morning light hit my face, my body aching all over. A sharp throb pulsed deep between my legs with every small movement. My thighs felt bruised and sticky. My throat felt raw, from all the screaming last night. I stretched a little and winced as my back arched off the soft sheets.

The other side of the bed was empty and cold.

I sat up and looked around. His white shirt lay on the floor. I picked it up and slipped it on. The soft fabric carried his warm, masculine scent — skin, wood, and sex. It brushed the tops of my bare thighs as I stood.

He let me stay the night. Good. That made things easier than I planned.

I walked around his private space in the daylight, my eyes scanning the whole place. Morning sun poured through the tall glass walls and made the pool water sparkle like diamonds. The whole room felt quiet and so freaking expensive.

My eyes landed on his desk in the corner. Papers and a sleek black computer sat there waiting. I glanced around once more. No sign of him anywhere. My heart started beating faster, as I saw this my chance. 

I moved real quick to the desk. My bare feet felt cool on the wooden floor. I opened the laptop, but it asked for a password right away. “Shit,” I whispered, cursing under my breath as I had hoped for much.

I started pulling open drawers, not giving up. My fingers move fast but careful not to mess up the papers, to avoid leaving traces. I searched for anything real hard I could use against him. I searched, knowing that there must be something. I need to get something that I can use on him.

My pulse hammered in my ears real hard. Sweat prickled under my arms.

“What are you doing?”

I jumped hard, mymy heart slammed against my ribs. I spun away from the desk so fast I nearly tripped.

He stood near the entrance wearing a black robe over dark pants. His eyes looked cold and sharp, do lethal. The morning light made his dark skin glow, but there was no trace of warmth on his face.

“I’m looking for something to read,” I said quickly. I smiled soft and innocent, then walked toward him. “I’m a book lover.” I bit my lower lip, trying to sound really sweet. My fingers reached up and stroked his hard chest through the robe. “You have a beautiful place.”

“Is that so?” He watched me with a small pout on his lips, nodding slowly as he stepped closer to me.

I kept smiling and ran my hand lower down his chest, my gaze fixed at his body, his muscles —

“Sorry, but I don’t read much, Clara.” His voice stayed calm but his gaze didn't.

My hand froze right there. Ice shot down my spine.

“Or should I call you Isabella Vale?” 

I lifted my gaze now. His eyes had totally changed. They turned so dark and dangerous, like a demon waking up. I stood still, breath hard, my mind racing as I realized that he knows who I truly am. 

Just when I thought I've been playing this game right with him all this while, it turns out he's the one with the game console.