Ownership

(Melissa pov)

My breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving against the silk pillowcase that clung damply to my cheek, the salty tang of dried tears mixing with the fresh musk of our mingled release, Adriano weight pressed me down, his chest hair rough against my back, every inhale expanding those tattooed ridges into my skin like brands, his cock, still half-hard and slick with our combined fluids, shifted inside me, stirring the overfilled mess, cool stickiness seeping between my thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath my ass. I hated the way my body responded, my pussy fluttering weakly around the invasion, as if begging for more despite the raw ache radiating from my core. *Bastard owns this now,* the traitorous thought slithered through my mind, fueling a fresh spike of fury even as heat licked low in my belly.

He nuzzled my neck, lips brushing the fresh bite mark, tongue lapping at the metallic bead of blood with a low hum of satisfaction, the wet drag sent shivers cascading down my spine, nipples scraping the sheets painfully erect. 

"Taste your fight on my tongue," he murmured, his voice a dark caress, one hand sliding under me to cup a breast, pinching the nipple until I yelped, a sharp twist that bordered pain and pulled a involuntary gush of arousal around him, I bucked, trying to dislodge him, the chains on my remaining wrist clinking like mocking laughter. 

"Get off me, you sick fuck. This isn't a game, I'll have you locked up."

Adriano laugh rumbled through me, vibrating straight to my clit, he withdrew slowly, deliberately, the drag of his thickening length against my swollen walls obscene dragging cum back out in creamy strings that snapped and dripped onto my thighs, the sudden emptiness left me clenching on nothing, bereft and humiliated. 

"Locked up? By who, pajarito? Cops I own? Judges in my pocket? the same place that couldn't hold me, I just left?"

He flipped me roughly onto my back, cuff stretching my arm exposing me fully, my tits splayed, red welts blooming on my ass and thighs, pussy gaping pink and wrecked, lips puffy and glistening. His eyes devoured me, pupils blown black with obsession. Kneeling between my spread legs, he gripped my knees, forcing them wider until my hips protested the strain, muscles burning. 

"Look at this ruined cunt. Leaking my seed. That's ownership, pajarito. You're bred, marked, mine to use whenever I want."

I spat at him, saliva landing on his chest, glistening on the ink of a coiled snake tattoo. 

"I hate you." But my voice cracked, gaze dropping to his cock, now fully hard again, angry red and veined, twitching upward, a drop of fresh pre-cum sliding down the shaft like a promise. He smeared it through my folds with the head, teasing my clit, the slippery pressure making my hips jerk involuntarily, the electric zing shot up my spine, my breath hitching. 

"Hate me more," he commanded, pinching my clit between thumb and forefinger, rolling it harshly. Pain and pleasure lanced through me, fresh slick coating his fingers. "Tell me how much you hate this Devil's cock while you soak it."

"Fuck, you're a monster," I gasped, thighs trembling, but I ground up into his hand, chasing the brutal rhythm. He plunged two fingers inside me without warning, curling hard against my g-spot, the squelch loud and filthy as he pumped, thumb grinding my clit. Cum and my juices frothed around his knuckles, the scent thickening, heavy and primal, filling my lungs. 

"Monster who fucks you good" Leaning down, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, teeth clamping the bud while his fingers scissored wider, stretching me anew. I arched, moaning despite myself, the pull in my breast echoing in my core. "Gonna fuck you till you break. Beg to be my possession, or I'll leave you dripping and desperate all day."

The threat ignited my rage anew, I yanked at the cuff, leather creaking, free hand swinging to slap his face, crack echoing sharp, his head snapped sideways, cheek reddening, but instead of anger, his eyes lit with darker fire. 

"Yes, fight me." He surged up, capturing my slapping hand, pinning both above my head now, bodies aligning, his cock nudged my entrance, then rammed home in one vicious thrust, bottoming out with a wet slap, I screamed, walls spasming around the length of his cock, the fullness pushing his earlier load deeper. He fucked me like punishment, hard and shallow snaps turning to deep grinds, hips circling to rub every inch against my insides. "Slap me again, bitch. Makes your pussy grip tighter."

I thrashed beneath him, nails raking his forearms, drawing thin red lines that welled blood, the coppery scent spiking my adrenaline, each thrust jolted my tits, my nipples dragging his chest hair, the friction burning sweetly. 

"I hate how you own me," I panted between slams, the words fracturing into moans. Sweat slicked our skin, our bodies sliding greedily, his balls smacking my ass, heavy and full again, the rhythmic thwack underscoring his grunts. He released my wrists momentarily, only to flip me to my side, leg hooked over his shoulder, the position folding me nearly in half, cock spearing impossibly deep. 

"Say it fully—'I'm your possession, Adriano, Fuck my kidnapped cunt forever.'"

my orgasm teetered, clit grinding his pelvis, pressure unbearable, his fingers found my ass, one slick digit circling the virgin pucker, pushing in alongside his cock's assault, the double invasion burning and stretching. 

"No—fuck—yes!" I shattered, my vision white, pussy gushing around him, squirting in arcs that soaked his abs, the clench milked him mercilessly. 

"Mine!" he bellowed, following, hot floods erupting, overflowing instantly, the excess bubbling out with each spasm. He collapsed over me, biting my lip in a claiming kiss, tongues dueling bloody.

Minutes passed in heavy breaths, his cock plugging me full, twitching possessively. 

"Shower," he finally growled, unchaining me fully, but scooping me up like a doll before I could bolt, his strong arms cradling, carrying me to an adjoining marble bathroom, steam filled the space as he turned on the rain shower, hot water cascading over us, rinsing cum and sweat in rivulets down drains. Under the spray, he pressed me to the cool tile wall, his cock sliding back in effortlessly now slow, grinding fuck turning the wash into round three. 

"Wash away the fight, pajarito, but never the ownership." my legs wrapped his waist, hating and yielding, the dark cycle spinning endless.