His Possession

(Melissa pov)

“What the hell”

My eyelids fluttered open to dim light filtering through heavy blackout curtains, my head throbbing like I have been hit with a brick, disorientation hit first, silk sheets tangled around my naked body, my wrists bound loosely to the headboard with what felt like leather cuffs, soft but unyielding. 

The room was opulent, dark wood paneling, a massive four-poster bed dominating the space, the air thick with the scent of expensive leather and faint cigar smoke, panic surged as memory crashed back, the party last night and Adriano in the restroom and blackness after that.

The door creaked open, and there he was, shirtless in low-slung sweats, tattoos snaking over his muscled chest and arms, a predator in human skin, his dark eyes locked on mine, possessive, unblinking, like I was prey already cornered. 

"Awake, pajarito?" His voice was low, accented gravel, sending unwanted heat twisting in my gut despite the fear, he stalked closer, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sat on the edge, one hand trailing up my bare calf, calluses rough against my smooth skin. I jerked away angrily, chains rattling softly. 

"What the fuck, Adriano? Let me go! This is kidnapping, you psycho!"

He chuckled, dark and humorless, fingers digging into my thigh, spreading my legs despite my struggles. The cool air hit my exposed pussy, wet for him despite my anger, a faint ache reminding me of how he'd fucked me two months ago.

"Kidnapping? No, pajarito, possession." His gaze raked my body, full tits heaving with each breath, nipples hardening traitorously under his stare, pink and begging. "You were mine the second you spread those legs for me, fucked you raw, marked you inside and out. Now you think you can walk away? Argue like some independent bitch?" Anger flashed in his eyes, jaw clenching, the vein in his neck pulsing. He leaned in, breath hot against my neck, smelling of espresso and danger. "You're in my world now. My house. My bed. My fucking property."

"Fuck you!" I spat, twisting against the cuffs, the leather biting my wrists just enough to sting, adrenaline spiked my pulse, but so did the dark thrill,his obsession, the way he loomed, muscles flexing like he could snap me in half. "I'm not your toy. Untie me, or I'll scream." 

His hand shot to my throat, not squeezing, just holding, thumb pressing my pulse, feeling it race, the pressure reminding me that this man is a killer.

"Scream all you want. These walls are soundproof. No one hears but me." He ground his palm against my mound, fingers parting my folds roughly, finding me slick despite everything. 

"Liar pussy. Wet for your owner already. Bet you've been dreaming of this, being taken, owned by a real man."

I bucked, half fighting, half grinding into his touch, clit throbbing under his thumb's brutal circles. 

"Asshole," I hissed, but my hips betrayed me, chasing the friction, the wet sounds of my arousal filled the room, my scent rising, musky need mixed with fear and sweat. Adriano’s sweats bulged, his thick cock straining, the outline massive, he freed it with one hand, stroking the veined length, pre-cum beading at the slit. 

"Look at it, the cock that owns you. Gonna fuck the fight out of you, make this cunt remember who it belongs to." 

Yanking the cuffs tighter, he positioned between my thighs, knees pinning my hips, the mattress creaking under his bulk, our argument fueled the rage, words were flying like punches. 

"You're insane! I hate you!" I snarled, even as my pussy clenched emptily. 

"Hate me while you cream on my dick, then." 

He slammed in, no mercy, no prep, stretching me brutally, my pussy walls burning around his size, I screamed, back arching, tits bouncing, the fullness overwhelming, hitting my cervix with punishing force, pain twisted into dark pleasure, nerves igniting. He didn't let me adjust, pounding hard, hips snapping, balls slapping my ass with wet smacks. The headboard thudded against the wall, rhythmic, violent. 

"Take it, you mouthy little slut. This pussy's mine, gripping so tight, milking me like it knows."

I clawed at the sheets with my free fingers, no, bound tight, nails digging into my palms instead, my body jolting with each thrust, His hand returned to my throat, squeezing lightly now, stars bursting behind my eyes, heightening every sensation. The coppery tang of my bitten lip mixed with his sweat dripping onto my chest, salty trails cooling on my skin. 

"Say it," he growled, teeth sinking into my shoulder, marking me with a sharp bite that drew a thin line of blood, the sting electric. "Say you're mine." 

I gasped, orgasm coiling despite the fury, my clit grinding his pubic bone.

"Never, fuck me harder, you bastard!" 

He laughed, feral, flipping me somehow, the cuffs twisting as he yanked me onto my stomach, ass up and face shoved into the pillow, from behind, he pounded deeper, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back, spine arching painfully. The new angle speared my g-spot, relentless pressure building. 

"Stubborn bitch. Gonna breed you full, lock you here forever. No escaping Daddy's cock." 

His free hand spanked my ass hard, repeatedly, the skin blooming red-hot, each crack echoing, welts rising under his palm, the pain shoved me over, my climax crashing, pussy convulsing, squirting around him, soaking the sheets. 

"That's it, cum for your owner, soak my balls, property." He didn't stop, fucking through my spasms.

Rage boiled over into our kiss, when he hauled me up by the hair, crashing his mouth to mine, teeth clashed, tongues warring, I bite his lip hard enough to taste blood, metallic and sharp. 

"Hate how good you fuck me," I panted against him, even as my walls fluttered again. 

"Good, hate me while I ruin you." He unchained one wrist, forcing my hand to his balls, making me feel them tighten, heavy with cum. "Feel that? Gonna flood your womb. No pulling out for possessions." His thrusts turned erratic and brutal, skin slapping skin, sweat-slick bodies grinding, the room reeking of sex and violence.

He roared, burying deep, cock pulsing, hot jets erupting inside me, rope after thick rope, overflowing, trickling down my thighs in creamy rivulets. I shattered again, my nails raking bloody trails down his back, the metallic scent mingling with our release. We collapsed, his body pinning mine, still buried, twitching. 

"Mine," he whispered, nipping my ear, his hand possessive on my belly. "Fight all you want. You'll beg for this cage." 

My body hummed, spent and sated, my mind a whirlwind of dark addiction, hating him, craving the stalker who stole me, but the fire wasn't out. As his cock softened inside me, he rolled us, keeping me impaled, fingers tracing the bite mark on my shoulder.

"Round two when you beg properly." I glared, but my hips shifted, grin

ding subtly, the ache already rebuilding. I was possessed indeed.