In The Strangers Hold.

Chapter 3.

Isadora’s body stilled, too stiff to move an inch away from his lap.

The tension in the room stretched, and her eyes dragged across his physique… Hard angled brows, straight nose, sharp jawline, curtain mullet hair, and a fucking lips that could do a perfect job between her already twitching pussy.

God! He was hot! Too hot to walk on the planet, Earth. His jaws were sharp. And his eyes were cold and piercing. But all of that did not take a single inch of gorgeousness away from him.

A feeling tingled between her legs and her thighs clamped instinctively, trying to suppress the pressure that was building hotter between them.

Isadora’s throat bobbled as she suppressed a lump, spontaneously grinding her ass into something hot.

Once, her belly tightened immediately, mind straying to the thoughts of what could be pressing into her ass.

For a second, she forgot why she was in this room and the only thing that suddenly mattered was the racing sound of her heart, the pulsing feel of pussy, and the way his shoulders stretched wider than life itself.

Her lips parted but before she could say a word, Alessio’s huge palm came against her waist, flipping her off his body till her back pressed on the couch…while his body draped over hers like a blanket.

Isadora gasped softly, the action stealing her breath for a second. The warmth of his palm seeped into her skin, till she was twitching against his grip.

Her eyes met with his pair of grey eyes, pulse racing just as hard as her pussy was.

His eyes dragged across her face, from her eyes, to her nose… then to her fucking lips.

His cock twitched. And…. For a moment he remained still, examining her.

…..Perfect!

The agency did a fucking good job. She wasn't exactly the kind of woman he dealt with in bed and they should have known that already.

She was slim. Too slim he feared she would break. But yeah.… he was in a mood to break backs.

Besides he would wave this aside because… she was perfect for tonight. Slim waist, thick thighs, slimmer upper body. A petite beauty with a fucking pearl shape.

Alessio pulled away immediately. He wasn't here to gawk at girls, he was here to strip himself of every urge.

His hand reached for her arms and before she could even say a word, he dragged her down the couch forcing her to the floor in one swift move.

Isadora’s knees met the floor against her will, yet she knelt there… unable to bring herself to move.

She should pull away. She should yell at him and…. And scream at him, but she just knelt there, unable to move… only watching as his hand reached for his belt, the other hand still holding her hair roughly.

Her scalp burned from the scrap of his nails, but you know what burned more? Her pussy and the heat that stung more than his nails.

Her pulse fastened, chest tightening as much as her pussy walls.

Isadora glared at Alessio as he fastened his belt. Her brows pulled together, tired, surprised and stunned. Who the fuck was this man? Why the hell was he pulling his trousers down?

Thoughts ran through her head, but what ran through her mind most was being used in ways that would soothe the heat that won't stop burning her body up.

Her eyes darkened, lust and desire seething into every corner of her veins.

Her skin itched, burning for more than she could express.

Beads of sweat formed against her forehead, pussy leaking down her thighs, creamy and messy.

She was reacting… her body was reacting to whatever Manson had slipped into her drink, but she could tell so dam well that she wanted this.… this wanted this as much as she had ever craved.

The air between them tightened as the sound of his unclasped belt filled the air.

Anticipation filled her lungs, dragging across every breath until it felt like luxury.

Then Alessio’s hand moved, pulling his pants away till his cock confidently sprang out.

9-inch cock, huge, long, fat and thick, pulsing and ticking with needs and vein.

Isadora’s heart skipped, her eyes widening slightly at the sight.

Goodness! Her mind raced, peeping at his cock then back at him.

Her finger twitched, pussy doing just same.

He was big.

No. He was huge.

Too huge to exist.

Her core throbbed, anticipation flaming across her skin.

Every nerve in her body twitched, yearning to be fucked raw.

A cold feeling ran down her spine and her body shuddered spontaneously, glancing up at Alessio whose back was now resting on the couch, staring at her with so much eagerness in his lust-filled eyes.

Every hair on his skin crawled, twitching to fuck her mouth. She had the perfect mouth. One that could wrap around his cock and do the things he loves.

Silence draped over the room, loud and heavy.

Seconds past and Isadora just knelt still… too weak to move a finger.

Alessio’s jaws clamped, and with every second that passed, his eyes darkened, anger, need, and desire filling him up.

His patience hung on a line… too thin. And too wary.

“Are you just going to kneel and stare at me like some virgin girl?” His voice was hot. Too hot it stirred something raw between her thighs.

Isadora looked back at him, the sound of his voice, thick and masculine, seeping through her thought.

He sounded like the kind of man in her forbidden romance novels. And God!

Her eyes moved, glancing back at his hard waiting cock.

“W-what.. What should I do?” She stuttered, looking too confused.

Alessio’s brows furrowed, his fingers curling into fist.

His gaze locked against hers, rage boiling hotly within him.

He should push her away... He should yell at her to get the fuck out and never come back. He should call the agency and give them a fucking warning… But something in him… something in him desired a taste of her lips. Something in him desired to pin her tiny waist against the wall, claim her with every thrust until she could feel her legs no more.

So, he leaned forward, dropping one elbow against his thighs, moving his face closer to hers until his face was hovering dangerous closer to hers.

Isadora’s breath locked. Frightened, she tried to pull away, but he gripped her chin, pulling her back until his nose brushed against hers… soft and reverent, yet hard enough to trigger a spark between them.

Her fingers twitched, lips parting softly like a mini invitation, but Alessio didn't take the initiative. Instead, he moved his thumb to her lips, trailing it gently against her lower lip, while keeping his eyes locked on hers.

Pleasure burnt like fire, scorching and twitching till her throat burned, surrendering into the depths of darkness.

Alessio’s eyes softened, already certain that she was ready. Only then did he say. “Take my cock into your mouth and suck on it like a slut!”