Alaric keeps fucking me like a man possessed. Holding my hips with a bruising grip, he pounds into me so hard the couch scoots across the pristine marble floor slightly. Pleasure keeps building inside my core until it finally erupts.
I held the orgasm as long as I could, which might be the reason I come so hard my vision goes black for a moment. My body slumps against the couch like I’m boneless. My cheek rubs against the leather as Alaric’s thrusts become erratic.
I’m still coming down from my own release when Alaric stills deep inside me with a grunt, his fingers digging into my hips painfully as he fills me with his warm release.
I feel drained, defeated, but also oddly sated. With Alaric still inside me, his heavy body leaning on me, I feel protected, shielded from everyone else. When he pulls out, I can feel his cum run down the inside of my thigh, and shame slams back into me with a vengeance.
The fog of lust is lifted, and the voices of the other men in the room become clear again.
“Look at that cum running out of her cunt… You fucked her good. Maybe you can fuck my wife for me like that… Are you sure you don’t want to fuck her ass? I wouldn't mind seeing her asshole gaping…” Their crude words make me want to curl into a fetal position and cry my heart out.
I can feel Alaric moving behind me, but I don’t turn around to see what he’s doing. Not until he throws something on top of my body. I look over my shoulder and find him fully dressed, wrapping me up in what I now realize is a blanket.
He tucks the soft fabric around me tightly, then picks me up and cradles me to his chest.
“I’ll see you soon, old friend,” Alessandro tells him before settling his dark gaze on me. “And you as well, Monroe.”
Without answering, I turn my head away and bury my face into Alaric's chest as he starts walking us out of the room and through the mansion. I keep my eyes closed and my face hidden, letting Alaric’s spicy cologne calm my nerves until we make it outside, and his scent is replaced with the crisp fresh air of nature.
Alaric somehow manages to open the passenger door without putting me down, then carefully deposits me in the seat and buckles me up. He doesn't say a word as he closes the door and walks around to get into the driver’s seat.
Silently, he starts the car, and we drive back to his place, leaving the mansion and everything that has happened there behind in the darkness. My only fear is that it won’t stay there for long.