Masuk"Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you, to ruin your tight little cunt." Summer has lived her life on the edge, selling fragments of herself just to survive in a world ruled by power and greed. She’s been used, discarded, forgotten… until Alexander De Rossi, the ruthless Mafia king, takes her for one night. To him, she was supposed to be another nameless woman, a fleeting escape from his darkness. But when dawn came, he couldn’t forget her touch, her fear, her fire. Obsession consumed him. In a world where mercy doesn’t exist, Summer becomes more than his desire, she becomes his weakness, his addiction, and the one thing he’d burn his empire for.
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This book contains mature themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers. It includes strong language, explicit sexual content, and scenes of intense passion. It also depicts violence, emotional manipulation, and other adult situations that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This story is intended for mature audiences only.
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"Mmmm..." Summer moaned softly, her body arching in pleasure as Alexander's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in her. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing and squeezing her soft flesh.
Summer could feel her arousal growing with each touch, her breath coming in short gasps. She reached up to run her fingers through Alexander's dark hair, tugging gently as he nipped at her collarbone.
"Please..." she whimpered, wanting more, needing more. "Touch me, Alexander. Make me yours."
With a low growl, Alexander obliged, sliding his hand down her stomach to cup her mound. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, the dampness of her panties. Summer let out a breathy cry, her hips bucking up against his hand.
He rubbed her through the thin fabric, teasing her clit with firm circles. Summer's head fell back against the pillow, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. She was so close already, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
But Alexander had other plans. He abruptly pulled his hand away, leaving Summer and whining in protest. She opened her eyes to see him smirking down at her, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining against his pants.
"Not yet," he chided, his voice low and rough. "I want to watch you fall apart. I want to hear you scream my name as you come undone."
Summer bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. But Alexander wouldn't have it. He ripped her panties off in one swift motion, leaving her bare and exposed.
"Mmmm...so pretty," he murmured, trailing a finger through her slick folds. "So wet for me already. You're such a needy little thing, aren't you?"
Summer could only nod, lost in a haze of lust. She spread her legs wider, inviting him to take her, to claim her. Alexander didn't hesitate.
He thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot within. Summer cried out, her hips rolling to meet his hand as he pumped in and out of her.
"That's it," he encouraged, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Take what you need, my dear. Let go."
Summer felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, her inner walls clenching around Alexander's fingers. With a final flick of his thumb, she tumbled over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave.
"Yes! Yes! Alexander!" she screamed, thrashing beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, soaking his hand with her release.
As she came down from her high, Alexander slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste her essence. He groaned in approval, licking his lips.
"You taste divine," he purred. "But I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Summer knew he should be satisfied. But one look at Alexander's hungry expression, and she was ready for more. Her body hummed with anticipation, eager to be taken again and again until they both collapsed in a sweaty heap.
Alexander wasted no time, shrugging off his shirt to reveal his toned chest and abs. Summer couldn't resist running her hands over his skin, feeling the hard muscles beneath. Alexander let out a hiss of pleasure, his cock twitching in response to her touch.
"Mmmm, you like that?" he teased, capturing one of her wrists and bringing it to his mouth. He kissed the sensitive skin there before biting down gently, sending sparks of pleasure, pain through her body.
Summer could only whimper in response, her mind hazy with desire. She wanted him, needed him like she needed air. Alexander seemed to sense this, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes until he was naked before her.
His cock stood proud and erect, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Summer licked her lips, hungry to taste him. But Alexander had other ideas.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I want to take you from behind like the bitch in heat you are."
Summer scrambled to comply, flipping over and presenting herself to him. She arched her back, wiggling her ass in invitation. Alexander groaned, running a hand over the smooth globes before delivering a sharp smack.
"Mmmm, yes!" Summer cried out, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure. "Spank me, Alexander. Punish me for being such a dirty slut."
Alexander obliged, raining down blow after blow until Summer's ass was a hot, pink mess. The pain only fueled her arousal, her pussy dripping with need.
But Alexander wasn't done with her yet. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Beg for it," he growled, the head of his cock nudging against her folds. "Beg me to fuck you, to ruin your tight little cunt."
"Please!" Summer gasped out, wiggling her hips desperately. "Please fuck me, Alexander! I need your huge cock inside me! I'm your filthy little whore!"
With a roar of satisfaction, Alexander slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Summer screamed in ecstasy, her inner walls stretching deliciously around his thick length.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard!" she chanted, pushing back against him as he began to move. "Use me! Ruin me!"
Alexander set a brutal pace, pounding into her with deep, forceful strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with their grunts and moans of pleasure.
Summer could feel another orgasm building already, her pussy clenching around Alexander's cock as he fucked her harder and faster. She was so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"Come for me," Alexander demanded, reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. "Come on my cock like a good little slut."
That was all it took to send Summer hurtling over the edge once more. She came with a scream of his name, her pussy spasming almost violently around him as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through her.
Alexander followed soon after, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself deep inside her with a guttural groan. They collapsed together on the bed, panting and sweaty and utterly spent.
But even in the aftermath of such intense pleasure, Summer could feel her body already humming with anticipation once more. She knew this was just the beginning of a long, glorious night filled with endless ecstasy and mind-blowing orgasms.
After the intense round of passionate sex, Summer lay spent and satisfied on the bed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her powerful climax. Alexander had given her multiple orgasms, fucking her in every position imaginable until she was a quivering, incoherent mess.
As she slowly regained her senses, Summer became aware of Alexander moving around the room. She lifted her head to see him already dressed, tucking his shirt back into his pants. He looked as handsome as ever, not a hair out of place despite the vigorous lovemaking they had just engaged in.
"Leaving so soon?" Summer asked with a teasing smile, "I thought you might want to go for round two."
Alexander merely looked at her, his expression unreadable. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ton of cash, tossing it carelessly on the bed beside her.
"There's your payment for tonight's services," he said coldly. "I trust it will be sufficient."
Summer's smile faltered at his abrupt dismissal. She sat up, the money crinkling beneath her. The sight of it, there on the rumpled sheets where they had just made love so passionately, suddenly felt tawdry and demeaning.
"Right," she replied, trying to keep the hurt from her voice. "Of course."
Alexander gave her one last long look, his eyes raking over her naked body. For a moment, Summer thought she saw a flicker of regret or longing in his gaze. But then he blinked, and it was gone, replaced by the same impassive mask.
"Goodnight," he said, turning on his heel and striding out of the room without a backwards glance.
Summer listened to the sound of the door clicking shut behind him, signaling his departure. She let out a shaky breath, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
She knew this was her life now, nothing more than a paid plaything for rich men to use and discard as they saw fit. A slut, A bitch, A whore. And yet, some small part of her had hoped that Alexander would be different. That maybe, just maybe, he would see her as more than just a warm hole to stick his cock in.
But in the end, he was no different from the rest. He had taken his pleasure and left, not even bothering with a goodbye or a thank you. Just a stack of cold, hard cash to buy her silence and make her go away.
Summer swiped angrily at the tears that had begun to fall, sniffling as she curled in on herself. She hugged her knees to her chest, trying to hold onto the fading warmth of Alexander's touch even as a chill settled over her heart.
This was her life now, a never-ending cycle of being used and cast aside. But she would get through it, she told herself fiercely. She would keep her head held high and her spirit unbroken, even if it meant fucking a hundred more men until her body gave out.
For now, though she allowed herself to cry. To mourn the girl she used to be, the one who still believed in fairy tales and happy endings. That girl was gone now, replaced by a broken shell of a woman who existed only to serve the whims of others.
And as she wept silently into the darkness, Summer vowed that someday, somehow, she would find a way out of this nightmare. No matter how long it took or what she had to do, she would break free from this life and reclaim her freedom.
But for now, she simply cried, the sound of her sorrow echoing hollowly in the empty room...
Summer’s POVThe hospital room feels unusually warm, though the air conditioning hums softly in the background. My mother sleeps peacefully, her chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. I brush a strand of hair from her forehead, trying to focus on her. But my mind refuses to cooperate. All I can see is Alexander. All I can feel is him, the way he kissed me, the way his hand lingered on my cheek, the way his presence had filled every corner of the hospital hallway.I try to shake the thoughts, pacing the small space beside the bed. My heels click lightly against the tiles. “It was just a kiss,” I whisper to myself. “Nothing more. It doesn’t mean anything.”The words feel hollow. I can’t stop thinking about the way his lips had pressed against mine, the intensity of his gaze, the way he had claimed me without permission and yet somehow demanded I notice it. My chest tightens, my pulse racing.The soft click of the door makes my stomach lurch. I don’t even need to look up to
Summer’s POVThe hospital corridor feels colder the moment he leaves.I stand there for a while, still reeling from his words, You’ll need it, for the wedding.The wedding. My wedding?No, this has to be some kind of cruel joke.I excuse myself from my mom’s room, forcing a smile as she drifts back to sleep. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. When I finally step into the hallway, I see him near the elevator, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his car keys.He looks calm, too calm, like he didn’t just drop a bomb in the middle of my life.“Alexander!” I call out, my voice sharper than I intended.He turns his head slowly, his eyes meeting mine with that infuriating calmness. “Summer.”I march toward him, my shoes clicking against the tile. “What was that back there? Why would you say that to my mom?”He raises a brow. “Say what?”“That you’re my future husband! Do you realize what you just did?” I hiss. “She believes it! She thinks I’m getting married! You
Summer’s POVThe sharp scent of antiseptic hits me as soon as we step into the hospital.It’s quiet, only the low hum of machines and the shuffle of nurses breaking the silence. I’ve always hated this smell. It’s too clean, too cold, like it’s trying to scrub away everything human.I clutch the strap of my bag tightly as we walk down the long corridor. My pulse is still racing from what Alexander said earlier in the car.You’re going to marry me.He hasn’t mentioned it since.He just walks beside me, tall and unreadable, his hand occasionally brushing mine. Every time it happens, my heart betrays me, skipping, stuttering, burning.We reach the room. My mother’s name is printed neatly on the door. I take a deep breath and push it open.“Mom?”She’s sitting up, frail but smiling when she sees me. “Summer! I was wondering where you were. You didn’t come early today.”Guilt twists inside me. “I’m sorry, Mom. I just… overslept.”Her smile fades when her gaze falls to my cheek. Then my wris
SUMMER’S POVWarm sunlight slipped through the curtains, soft and golden. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The sheets beneath me were smooth, the scent of clean linen and something faintly masculine filled the air, expensive cologne, familiar and comforting.Then memory hit me like cold water. The alley. The men. His voice.Alexander.My eyes flew open. I was in a wide room, ceiling high, curtains heavy and velvet-dark. It wasn’t a hospital. It wasn’t my apartment. It was his mansion.I pushed myself up, wincing as a dull ache pulsed through my arm. Bandages. My wrist was wrapped, my cheek tender. On the bedside table, a tray held a glass of water and medicine. Someone had taken care of me.Someone—him.But when my gaze darted to the clock on the wall, my breath caught. 10:47 a.m.My heart dropped. “Mom,” I whispered, voice shaking.I threw off the blanket and jumped from the bed, ignoring the pain that shot through my side. I was supposed to visit her early. She hated being
Summer’s POVWhen I wake up, the first thing I notice is the warmth.The second is the smell, faint smoke, mint, and rain.The ceiling above me isn’t cracked or stained. The sheets are silk, soft against my skin. It takes me a full minute to realize I’m not lying on the street or some dirty floor. I’m in a bed. A real one.And then I see him.Alexander De Rossi.He’s sitting in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other, sleeves rolled up, smoke from his cigarette curling through the air. The dim light from the lamp turns the side of his face golden, making his eyes look darker, deeper. He’s staring at the window, but I can tell he’s not really seeing it.He looks… tired. Haunted, maybe.But beautiful in a way I don’t want to admit.I shift a little, wincing when pain shoots up my ribs. The soft sound I make must’ve caught his attention, because his head snaps toward me instantly.“You’re awake,” he says. His voice is low, rough, like he hasn’t slept.“Where am I?”“My pla
⚠️ WARNING CONTAINS DRUGS & CIGARETTES ⚠️Alexander POVThe rain hasn’t stopped since last night. It’s hitting the glass windows of my mansion like it’s trying to break in. The thunder outside sounds like gunshots, but I’m used to that sound. I live in a world where death and money always come together.I’m sitting at the head of a long table in the meeting room. My men are talking, about shipments, drugs, and rivals. The smell of cigar smoke mixes with whiskey and power. Everyone looks serious, but my mind… it’s somewhere else.I’m not thinking about the business. I’m not thinking about my enemies. I’m thinking about her.SUMMER.That girl. The one who shouldn’t mean anything to me, but somehow does. It’s been a week since that night, but her face keeps appearing in my head like a scar I can’t erase. I remember how her eyes looked, afraid but strong. How her voice trembled when she spoke. How her touch made me feel something I thought I’d buried a long time ago.She was supposed to b












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