Warning: DARK ROMANCE
Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
His movements hastened, her moans intense. She felt him leaning to her ear, picking up a d...
Hours had past after the party, but the action inside Don's room was far from coming to the conclusion.
"I am done" she spoke breathless, letting her legs limp in his arms as he held them tight on the table.
He had taken it upon his heart to keep up to her demand of 'faster. No matter how many times she begged for the opposite afterwards, her screams reverberated beyond his earshot. When the comfort of mattress became too comfortable, he had effortlessly intertwined her legs behind his back, picking her up, swiftly sending the contents on the table to the floor before making it her throne.
"No you're not" his ragged breathe followed, his head dipped inside the crook of her neck as she held him by his shoulder, his wild thrusting continuing inside her pussy.
"Pleeeeeeaseeee" she moaned, turning her neck to the ceiling, unconsciously awarding more surface for his teeth to leave the marks behind.
"Tell me you love me" his whisper spoke in the chaos, finally retracting from her neck, deeply looking in her eyes, their foreheads touching, his eyes hunting for the speck of sexy defiance. And she stared back, knowing that it was an absurd demand she need not oblige to. She noticed how he remained within her, not thrusting, breathing hard but hardly exhausted. He gave her only four seconds to unwind, waiting for her to say the words back, and just as he anticipated, silence was the loudest.
With a jerk he was inside her again, picking up his pace from the place he left it, making her desperation resurface just as quickly.
"Oh love you...I love you so muchh" She immediately barked, catching his attention.
"You do?" he smiled at the irony, enjoying the lie that rolled down her tongue in the most humorous, helpless way possible.
"More than anything else in the world" she gritted through her teeth, sweaty and drained, eager for him to finish for once and for all. Her exhausted gaze lacked the sincerity, and yet their eyes matched in fervour.
"Please cum for me" she held his neck, pulling him closer, earnestly drilling the request in his mind, her appeal urgent. Suddenly the lingering smirk wiped off his face. He knew she spoke this way for her own selfish reasons, but he couldn't but feel wanted, needed.
His thrusts became deeper, rougher. His lips hovered over hers, watching a moan forming on her tongue closely, studying the dew drops of sweat forming on her forehead. And just during one of the attempt of going deeper he found himself fully out of her, receiving an interrupting grunt from the stream of her gasps.
"Put it in" he ordered urgently, his gaze hard.
One of her hands lowered in between them, tracing his manhood without breaking eye contact with his lustful gaze, directing the flesh to the desired place. And even when she was used to his size when he entered once again she couldn't but let a voice of surprise out. Her body shook with the table below as his wild thrusting continued, a final hoarse grunt followed a load of sticky release ending up inside her. When he retracted, even in her delirious state, she felt an ooze of cum sipping outside her tightness.
It was four in the morning when she finally found herself in a position to sleep, tucked in bed like a little spoon of his. And yet she couldn't close her eyes, the curtain of lust finally faded, the smoke of poisonous reality settled. And she knew by the way his thumb moved back and forth on her belly that he was awake too.
"Why did you believe me?" She asked, bringing the movement of his thumb to a stop.
He knew what she talked about. She'd be stupid to forgo that even after being a bane of his life he would do something as foolish as believing her over his family.
"I didn't" he answered curtly.
Her brows furrowed, the crawling curiosity surpassing the exhaustion.
"So you think I jumped in the pool myself?"
"Probably"
As she tried to get up, his hand pulled her by her waist, pulling her closer than before, her back feeling the thud of his heart.
"Then why did you pretend to trust me?" He could sense she was on verge of anger, and disbelief. She had misinterpreted his selfish intentions for something more, believing that there was hope for them afterall. There wasn't. Not when he hadn't forgotten a bit of her betrayal, not when she wanted to start from square one when they had already come so far in the unfair game of love and loss.
"Because it was the only way you'd have considered fucking me" his whisper was dangerous, tingling, lewd, "How else would I have gotten the taste of that pussy?" Even when she couldn't see him, his vulgar revealation erupted goosebumps on their wake. She shuddered in anger, furious that she was played so effortlessly by his artless tactics.
Her body was further pulled back so his nose could conveniently access the smell of her hair, her hands locked by his simple hold across her waist. His behavior didn't reflect the wickedness of his actions, as if he found nothing wrong in his trachareousness.
"You disgraceful, obnoxious, selfish skunk." She wiggled in his hold.
He laughed. He fucking laughed.
Her anger boiled when his shaking chuckle left a layer of taunting sneer behind, meant to sprinkle salt on her exposed vulnerabilities.
"Call me whatever you want." He said, "As long as you don't run away from me again, I'm good"
"Oh you know I'm not staying in this shithole for long" her loud threat ruled the hint of mockery out.
"Oh is it Mrs. Frantino?" The title made her take a sharp breath, reminding her who she really was to him. "Then I might as well gift you another shackle to keep you bound to me"
She gave herself a jerk in an attempt to escape his hold, as his hand only tightened around her soft skin, promising bruises if she tried harder.
"I can gladly put another child in your womb." His sultry voice knocked air out of her lungs.
She could feel his smile in the night, his dark intentions hovering over her future perniciously. This time her sweat broke in fear, in the same trepidation of disaster that she had confronted on her wedding night. Her struggles increased, meeting no useful conclusion, her weakness too perceptible in front of his strength.
"But don't worry" he whispered awfully close to her neck, slowly moving his mouth closer to her ear.
"I won't replace your pills-" there was a pause to his threat, a brief one,
"- this time" he said. . . . Author's note: there are thousands people at my house. Really difficult to write dark romance in wedding season. Also, I want to acknowledge the comment on previous "not an update". I really do appreciate you all, I have no right to feel demotivated when I have so many loyal and loving readers. Thankyou so much. And, I told you about this new story in my head right, it's killing me, it's so sexy I just want time to write it down, I can already imagine you all you dirty ladies swooning over the male character. And And And....
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I literally wrote a story because I wanted these scenes in written.
