Chapter Five — Blood in the Penthouse

Alexandria POV.

The building-wide alarm screamed through the penthouse, red emergency lights flashing violently across the medical ward.

Matteo’s fingers were still buried deep inside me when the chaos erupted. He cursed sharply and pulled them out, leaving me empty and aching on the couch.

“Stay here. Legs open,” he ordered, grabbing his gun from the bed side. Then he was gone, moving like death itself.

I heard the violence unfold — shouts, rapid gunfire echoing through the halls, glass shattering, a man’s scream cut short by a final muffled shot.

 The silence that followed was heavier than the noise. Minutes later, the alarms died and the red lights faded.

The door slammed open. Matteo entered, shirt splattered with fresh blood, eyes burning with adrenaline and something far darker when they landed on me — still obediently spread on the couch.

“The threat is handled,”

 he said, voice low and lethal.

“Rossi crew. Three dead. They won’t try again.”

He locked the door and stalked toward me, unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free — a true beast.

Thick, heavy, and brutally hard, the long shaft covered in prominent, pulsing veins that stood out angrily beneath the taut skin.

The head was flushed a deep, violent purple-red, already leaking a shiny bead of precum from the slit.

It curved upward aggressively, looking heavy enough to bruise.

He fisted the base and slapped the thick length against my cheek, smearing the warm precum across my skin.

“On your knees.”

I dropped. He gripped my hair tightly and shoved forward without warning, forcing the massive head past my lips and straight down my throat in one ruthless thrust.

I gagged hard, eyes watering instantly as the veined monster stretched my throat wide. He was impossibly thick, the pulsing ridges dragging along my tongue as he buried more inches inside me.

My hands flew to his thighs, pushing weakly, but he only growled and drove deeper until my nose pressed flush against his pelvis.

“Take every inch,” he snarled, voice rough with possession.

“Choke on it.”

Tears poured down my face. My throat convulsed violently around the invading cock, saliva flooding my mouth and spilling messily down my chin.

He held me there, savoring the tight squeeze, before starting to fuck my face with deep, punishing strokes.

 The wet, obscene gagging sounds filled the room as he used my throat without mercy.

“That’s it,” he groaned.

 “My perfect little cocksleeve. So good at taking me right after I killed for you.”

He was relentless, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against my chin. I could barely breathe between thrusts, my jaw aching, lungs burning.

Spit and precum dripped onto my chest, soaking my blouse. Through the humiliation and discomfort, shameful heat still throbbed between my spread legs.

The door handle suddenly rattled.

Matteo froze mid-thrust, his cock still buried deep down my throat. I looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes, panic surging through me.

The door unlocked from the outside.

Giulia stepped in.

She froze in the doorway, still dressed in her cream coat from the meeting, her security detail hovering behind her. Her sharp brown eyes took in the scene instantly — her husband with his blood-splattered shirt, cock buried down my throat, me on my knees like a used whore, legs still obscenely spread from his earlier command.

For a moment, the room was deathly silent except for my muffled, choking sounds around Matteo’s thick cock.

Giulia’s face remained carefully composed, but I saw the flash of pain and resignation in her eyes. She knew. She had always known.

 This wasn’t new territory for her — just another girl, another night, another reminder of what her marriage truly was.

“Matteo,” she said softly, voice steady but fragile.

“The Rossi attack… I came back as soon as I heard. Are you hurt?”

He didn’t pull out. Instead, he tightened his grip in my hair and gave one slow, deliberate thrust deeper into my throat, making me gag louder around him while he looked at his wife.

“I’m fine,” he answered coldly, voice completely controlled.

“The situation is dealt with. Go to your room, Giulia.”

Her gaze flicked down to me again — to my ruined face, the mess of spit and precum, the way my throat bulged visibly from his girth.

 Something dark and complicated passed across her expression. Jealousy. Pity. Exhaustion. She lingered for one long second, then gave a small, obedient nod.

“As you wish.”

She turned and left without another word, closing the door softly behind her. The click echoed like a final judgment.

The moment she was gone, Matteo’s control snapped completely. He pulled his cock out of my throat with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to the glistening, veined beast.

I gasped desperately for air, coughing hard.

“On the bed,” he growled, voice feral now.

 “Now.”

I scrambled onto the medical bed on shaky limbs. Matteo climbed over me, stripping off his bloodied shirt.

 He didn’t tease. He lined up the leaking, angry head of his cock against my soaked entrance and slammed inside in one brutal thrust, stretching me wide around his massive girth.

I cried out, back arching at the burning fullness. He was so thick, the prominent veins dragging roughly against my inner walls as he buried himself to the hilt.

 He fucked me hard and deep immediately, pounding into me with possessive violence, the bed creaking violently beneath us.

“Mine,”

he snarled against my neck, teeth sinking into my skin.

“This tight pussy is fucking mine. Say it while I ruin you.”

“Yours,” I gasped hoarsely, voice wrecked from his cock.

 “It’s yours, Matteo.”

He rewarded me by driving even harder, one hand wrapping around my throat while the other pinned my wrists above my head. Each thrust was punishing, the thick head battering against the deepest parts of me.

The memory of Giulia’s quiet eyes watching me choke on him only seemed to make him more savage.

He fucked me through a shattering orgasm, not slowing even as I clenched and trembled around his cock.

Then he flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and took me even deeper from behind, his heavy balls slapping against me with every brutal stroke.

By the time he finally came, flooding me with thick, hot spurts deep inside, I was a sobbing, boneless mess beneath him. He stayed buried to the hilt, cock twitching as he caught his breath.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear.

“You’re never leaving,” he whispered darkly.

 “Not after this.”

But then his private phone buzzed on the side table again . An urgent message lighting up the screen.

Giulia just sent something.