Kabanata 5 (SPG)

Ang bawat palapag na dinadaanan ng elevator ay tila isang hakbang palayo sa reyalidad. Pagkapasok pa lang namin sa kanyang penthouse, hindi na niya ako binigyan ng pagkakataong huminga. Dante slammed me against the cold mahogany door, his body acting as a cage of pure muscle and heat.

"Last chance, little girl ," he growled, his voice vibrating against my lips. "Kapag itinuloy natin 'to, sisiguraduhin kong malilimutan mo ang pangalan mo."

"Then make me forget," I challenged, my hands tugging at his hair, pulling his head down.

He didn't waste another second. He scooped me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Ang silk ng dress ko ay gumuhit sa balat ko habang dinadala niya ako sa kanyang silid—isang malawak na espasyong puno ng kadiliman, tanging ang liwanag ng lungsod mula sa floor-to-ceiling windows ang nagsisilbing ilaw.

Inihiga niya ako sa kanyang kama. The sheets were black silk, cold at first, but quickly heating up as he hovered over me. He looked at me like a man who hadn't eaten in years and I was the feast.

"You're too beautiful for this dark world, little girl," he whispered, his hands reaching for the thin straps of my dress.

Sa isang mabilis na galaw, hinila niya ang mga ito pababa hanggang sa malantad ang aking dibdib sa malamig na hangin. I gasped, my nipples hardening instantly under his intense gaze. He didn't touch me immediately; he just watched me, watching the way my chest heaved with every breath. He was savoring the sight, the "Shadow" finally seeing the light he was about to consume.

Then, his mouth found me.

"Ah!" I arched my back as his tongue swirled around my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made my toes curl. His large hand moved down, tracing the curve of my waist, squeezing the flesh of my hips before sliding between my thighs.

He was wearing nothing now but his dark trousers. I could see the sweat glistening on his tattooed skin, the ink shifting as his muscles moved. I reached out, my nails raking across his back as he moved his mouth lower, kissing every inch of my stomach, his tongue flickering in my navel before heading toward the damp silk of my panties.

"Shadow... please," I pleaded,

"Not yet," he muttered. He stripped the last piece of silk off me, leaving me completely bare beneath him.

He spread my legs wide, kneeling between them. He looked at the untouched core of my being, his eyes darkening with a mixture of possessiveness and hunger. He dipped two fingers into my heat, testing my readiness. I was slick, aching for him, my body betraying my innocence.

"You're so wet for a stranger, little girl," he teased, his voice a low vibration that sent shivers down my spine.

He began to stroke me, his thumb circling my clit with a rhythmic precision that had me sobbing his name. I was close, so close, the tension in my lower belly reaching a breaking point. And then, he lowered his head.

The first touch of his tongue against my center was like a lightning bolt. I screamed into the pillow as he ate me with a ferocity that was both terrifying and intoxicating. He knew exactly where to press, how to suck, until I felt the first wave of my climax shatter through me.

"Look at me," he commanded, pulling back just as I was coming down.

I opened my eyes, my vision blurred with tears of pleasure. He was already unbuckling his belt, releasing his heavy, turgid length. He was huge, thick, and pulsing with need.

He positioned himself at my entrance. I felt the blunt head of him pressing against my hymen. A small flicker of fear crossed my mind—the reality of what I was about to lose—but then I remembered my father’s face, the boardroom, the contract.

"Do it," I whispered. "Claim me."

With one powerful, unrelenting thrust, he buried himself inside me.

I gasped, my eyes widening as the sharp sting of my broken innocence flared through my body. He froze, his muscles locking as he felt the tightness of my body and the small barrier he had just destroyed.

"Fuck," he hissed, his forehead resting against mine. "You were... you were a virgin."

I couldn't speak. I just gripped his shoulders, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts. The pain was fading, replaced by a deep, stretching fullness that made me feel complete.

"Don't stop," I choked out. "I want you to be the only one."

His eyes softened for a fraction of a second before the darkness returned. He began to move—slowly at first, letting my body adjust to his size. Every time he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, I felt my sanity slipping away.

The friction was incredible. The sound of our skin slapping together, the heavy scent of sex and sweat, the way his tattoos felt like sandpaper against my skin—it was a sensory overload. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more primal.

"You're mine tonight," he growled, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. "Every inch of you."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. I wanted to feel his weight, his power, his soul. I was no longer a Dela Vega. I was a woman being reborn in the arms of a monster.

The rhythm became frantic. I could feel the heat building again, more intense this time. Dante was gritting his teeth, his neck cords straining as he reached his limit.

"You're a bad little girl . Ah !" he moaned as he delivered one final, devastating thrust.

I felt him erupt inside me, a hot, searing flood that filled my womb. At the same time, my own walls tightened around him, pulling him into a second, even more violent climax. We stayed like that for a long time, tangled in the sheets, our breaths echoing in the silence of the room.

The "Good Elena" was gone. In her place was a woman who had just been claimed by the Shadow. And as I drifted into a heavy, exhausted sleep, I knew that my life would never be the same again.