The Stranger’s Claim Part 2

His hand wrapped around her throat from behind, steady and possessive, pulling her head back until it met his shoulder .

“This pussy’s mine now,” he growled, biting her neck. “You understand me?”

“Yes!, it’s yours,” she cried out, eyes stinging with tears, too much pleasure.

Her release crashed over her like a wave, stealing her breath as she cried out. Her body tightened around him, shaking, and he groaned, holding her tight as he chased his own release.

He held nothing back, no restraint.

Just possession.

And then he cursed low, hips jerking as he came deep inside her, filling her. He groaned against her skin, his cock pulsing inside her as he released. For a long moment, they stayed there—pressed against the wall, soaked in rain and sweat, their breathing rough and quiet in the hush that followed. Finally, he slid out of her, warm release spilling down her thighs.

He turned her around slowly, smoothing her dress and lifting her chin.

“You won’t forget me,” he said, “And this… it’s far from over.”

Then he disappeared into the shadows, leaving her wrecked and ruined.

Samantha hadn’t slept since that night. The stranger’s touch haunted her skin, the memory of his cold hand on her throat and the way his eyes had burned into hers replaying endlessly.

She kept telling herself she was done with him, done with the ache in her body, the quiet need that stirred deep inside. She tried to believe she was scared, but the truth was different. She wanted him.

His dominance, the way he touched her like no one else had.

That ache between her legs stayed with her, a gentle reminder of how much he had left his mark.

The night was quiet as she waited at the corner, her arms wrapped around herself, her heart beating hard. The rain had stopped but the air was cool.

From the shadows, a figure stepped forward.

He moved closer, his gray eyes cold and piercing. No smile, no softness.

“You came back?” he said, his voice low.

She nodded, barely trusting her voice.

He didn’t ask why. His hand found hers, pulling her gently into the quiet alley, away from the watchful eyes of the city.

Before she could ask anything , he turned her around, pressing her against the wall. His hands were rough and full of need.

“You are mine now, no one else.” He murmureds voice low.

Samantha’s breath caught as his lips trailed down her throat. His fingers teased the edge of her dress, lifting the fabric up gradually.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem, touching her bare skin, slipping inside her panties to find her wet.

“You’re already wet ,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval.

She gasped, her fingers curled into his hair as pleasure crashed over her.

Just when she thought she might lose control, he pulled back, his voice low, “Not yet, you’re going to beg for it first.”

Samantha shivered but obeyed.

“Please,” she murmured, “I need you.”

He grinned, “Good girl.”

Then he stood with his cock hard and grabbed on her waist, lifted her and pressed her legs around his hips.

He wasted no time, sliding deep inside her with one harsh thrust.

Her cry echoed in the alley as he set a brutal pace.

“Say it,” he demanded between clenched teeth. “Say you’re mine.”

She nodded, her voice shaking, “I’m yours.”

His hands gripped her throat again, not enough to hurt, but to remind her who was in control.

He fucked her hard against the cold wall, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

Her world shrank to the pounding rhythm, the heat between them, and the unbreakable chain of need that bound them.

The alley was silent except for the sound of their soft gasps and the wet slap of skin to skin. He grabbed her breast, pulling her close as he thrust it into her.

She gasped. His thick cock filled her completely, stretching her wide and claiming every inch.

He set a punishing pace.

Samantha dug her fingers into his shoulder, nails digging into the skin as waves of sensation rushed through her. Each thrust drove her closer to the edge—deep and raw.

He kissed her with hunger , tongue tangling as he whispered against her lips, “Tell me you’re mine.”

She moaned and whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I’m yours, please, fuck me harder!.”

He groaned, his hand moved up to her throat again, his thumb pressing lightly against her pulse. She shuddered under the mix of control and tenderness.

His other hand slid between them, fingers circling her clit with brutal precision, driving her insane.

“Cum for me,” he said, his voice rough as he fucked her faster and harder.

Her body clenched around him. She screamed in pleasure .

He followed, releasing deep inside her with a deep groan. They stayed pressed together, breaths mingling, hearts hammering in sync as the fire between them burned fiercely and unbreakable.