Chapter 3

Alessia

Why does he want me to know him? What if knowing him changes everything after tonight?

“I don’t want to know you.”

His hand moves to my thigh, and his touch slides lower, his fingers teasing me. Oh my God, this is happening. I can’t think.

I feel his cock hard against my wet fold.

“Look at me while I make you feel so good.” His deep voice spreads through me, sending another shiver through my body.

I open my eyes to meet his gaze.

“I’ve never…”

He pushes inside me roughly. Pain shoots through me, and I clench my teeth as I struggle to take back control. It’s overwhelming—a mixture of pain and an undeniable pull that leaves me struggling to catch my breath.

“Shit. This hurts like hell.”

“So tight and wet,” he growls with desire.

My pussy grips him like a fist. My walls squeeze and clench around him, refusing to let go as he pushes deeper, inch by inch, until he is fully inside me.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“Move,” I beg.

And then he does.

He fucks me hard and fast, his hips slapping against mine. The sound of wet skin fills the room as I moan with every thrust. My head falls back, and my breasts bounce with the rhythm.

I should tell him to stop, but the pleasure is becoming more powerful than the pain.

He grabs my hip and pounds into me, fucking me like he means it, like he wants to break through every wall I have built around myself. His cock slides in and out of my wet heat, each thrust deeper than the last. Then he hits a spot that makes me gasp.

“Yes! Right there,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

He leans forward, wraps his hand around my throat, and squeezes just enough for me to feel my pulse racing beneath his palm.

“Look at me,” he groans.

I open my eyes and stare at him, my breath coming in uneven gasps.

“Whose pussy is this?” he rasps.

“Yours,” I groan. “It’s yours.”

“Say it again.”

“Yours. All yours.”

He lets go of my throat and flips me over. I land on my stomach, and he pulls my hips up, leaving my ass in the air. My pussy is wet and open, and he grabs his cock before guiding it inside me again.

He fucks me hard. His groan is animalistic, filling the room. My ass jiggles with every thrust, hard and rough, as his balls slap against my clit with every stroke. My moans turn into screams. I bury my face in the pillow, my fingers gripping the sheets as I struggle to hold on.

“Yes. Take all of me.”

“Yes,” I moan.

He fucks me faster. My pussy makes wet, sloppy sounds, and I can feel my juices coating his cock and dripping down my thigh. He is a fucking stallion in bed.

“Come here.”

He motions for me to move, then pulls out and lies on his back. I climb on top of him, straddling his hips as I sink low onto his cock in one slow, smooth motion.

“Fuck. You take my cock well.”

My body starts to shake. My rhythm breaks, and I know damn well that I’m so close. My pussy clenches around his cock, and my breathing turns into short, sharp gasps.

“Come on my cock,” he growls.

His voice serves as a reflex, and just like that, I shatter.

My orgasm hits me like a wave. My body shakes violently, and my pussy squeezes his pulsing cock. My head falls back as I let out a low groan, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation.

He positions himself and pushes back inside me. His cock slides easily through my wet folds, and my pussy is still clenched from the orgasm he gave me earlier.

He doesn’t wait.

He fucks me hard, fast, and desperate, like he is releasing all the pent-up anger inside him.

“You’re…”

His voice is deep and full of anger, but the rest of his words disappear beneath my ragged breathing.

My legs wrap around his waist as I take him deeper. My nails dig into his back, and my teeth find his shoulder. I’m close again. I can feel it building the pressure becoming stronger with every movement.

The stretch burns, but it feels so incredibly good, the pain transforming into something I can’t resist.

I only regain a semblance of clarity when I feel his lips grazing my neck. He is going to leave a hickey, and the thought sends a sharp thrill through my body.

Then I feel something warm inside me. It spreads through me, and a strange force pulses inside my head. I scream as his release knots something deep in my belly.

I try to cling to my thoughts, but the pressure in my head makes it impossible to focus. Every effort to concentrate slips away before I can grasp it.

His breath is hot near my ear and makes me dizzy. The warmth and the sound of his panting mix with the throbbing pressure inside my head, making everything feel distant and unreal.

My mouth goes slack as my body becomes heavy, my limbs feeling as though they are giving way beneath me. I reach for the pillow, but it slips from my grasp.

The world around me blurs, slowly slipping toward the edges of unconsciousness.

“You’re…”

His voice is deep and full of anger as he whispers in my ear.

I gasp one last time, trying desperately to hold on to consciousness, but it’s futile.

I’m feeling incredibly sleepy.

“You.”

He laughs.

I struggle to keep my eyes open, fighting against the darkness closing in around me.

“You should have asked for my name. My name is…” he says, his voice becoming distant, just before I lose all my senses.