I press down with my hips, taking the head inside me.
“Fuck!” he growls, slamming a palm on the table, the thud exploding around us. “Jesus Christ. Say it, Leandra! Say you want me to fuck you.”
Again, I buck and move, taking him deeper, his thick length stretching me, sliding against my inner walls. I need more. I need him to fuck me, but I can’t speak. I can’t form the words. All I can do is push down hard, taking all of him with one thrust.
“Fuck!” His fingers dig into my hips, and with a feral growl, he starts to fuck me. Hard. Deep. Relentless. He keeps driving into me, hitting my deepest part, stretching me with divine pressure that builds stronger with every thrust.
“This is what you want.” He jerks my legs up and over his shoulders, wrapping an arm around my thighs to squeeze me tighter against him, wanting his dick deeper inside me. “You want me to fuck you. You want me to use you. You like being my filthy little slut, don’t you?”
I moan.
“Don’t you?” He slaps my thigh, and it’s a searing pain that collides with the pleasure, forcing me to scream.
“Yes! Fuck, yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like being your filthy slut.”
My muscles tremble, our bodies a frenzied blur of lust and desire. And we are so lost…so fucking lost. There’s no way we’ll ever find our way back from one another. This is us. This is what makes us feel alive. The intensity, the loss of control. Without it, we’re nothing.
I throw my arms back, reaching for the edge of the desk, gripping it tightly as the pressure builds, my back arching as I writhe.
“You feel that?” He slams into me, the pressure inside me a fusion of pain and euphoria. “How my cock fills your pussy so damn perfectly.”
“Hmm-mm.”
“Now, imagine a life without this. Imagine a world where I don’t get to fuck you.” He pulls out and sinks back in. “That’s hell, Leandra. Us being apart is hell.” Alexius’ breaths are labored, his voice strained. “This is what makes us feel alive.”
My hips buck, the back of my thighs flush against his abs. “I have to come. Can I come?”
“Yes, baby girl. Come for me.”
My scream is lost, muted by the wild beat of my heart echoing in my ears as I shatter, falling apart as he fucks me so hard the wood scrapes against my back even through the fabric of my shirt.
The orgasm doesn’t stir. It doesn’t flow from every corner. It detonates, tearing me into pieces of ecstasy, a rapture that rids my head of thought and my heart of pain. With every thrust, and every time he hits my center, the pleasure intensifies, my legs trembling and muscles quivering.
“You have no idea how exquisite you are when you come.” Abruptly, he grabs my legs, hooking his arms around my knees, driving into me deeper, harder, never letting up. It’s unrelenting, savage fuckery, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
My body keeps shaking, and I swear Alexius is deeper inside me than he’s ever been. I can feel his cock swell, and for a moment—a single fucking moment of dangling outside our reality—I want him to come inside me. I need him to come inside me just like he has so many times before. Like he did when he secretly planted his seed inside me.
He growls, his body rigid, and he throws his head back, sweat beading at his temples. Alexius Del Rossa is larger than life. Regal. Powerful. A man whose authority winds around your throat, demanding respect. How did I ever think I could fight him? Think I wouldn’t fall for him, lose myself for him? It comes naturally for everyone around him to be drawn to him.
He slams into me, and then I feel it—the way his cock jerks as he empties himself in me, his cum hot and thick, filling my pussy and coating my thighs.
My walls clench around him, my pussy throbbing from the aftershock of a climax that crashed against every bone. It still hasn’t dissipated. It’s still there, lingering in my loins, tightened around every muscle.
Alexius lets go of my knees and falls on top of me, his breaths coming in rapid waves.
I keep my hands on the edge of the table, staring up at the ceiling as reality starts to creep in from every corner. As the adrenaline wanes, the pain returns, easing back to the place that makes it impossible to ignore.
My heart.
“You lied to me,” I whisper. “And it hurts. God, it hurts so much.”
Alexius shoots up, his face tight with concern. “Leandra—”
“Make it stop. Please,” I beg, my heartache as uncontrollable as the tears streaming down the sides of my face. “Make it fucking stop!” I sob, and he pushes himself off me.