WARNING: This scene contains sexual contents kindly skip this chapter if you're below 18🔞
Alya's pov~
As I stood there, trapped in his arms, I was speechless. What could I say?
Yes meant submitting to him. It would
mean I was ready to be his whore. When I ran away from Alberto, I promised myself that I would never be at the mercy of another man again.
Yet, here I was, cornered by Alessio and I
couldn't even say no.
He stared at me for a few seconds, his
gaze internse as he waited for my answer. But I defiantly stayed quiet, pursing my lips together, refusing to utter a response. Not replying was better than replying, right?
That was what I thought. But I was wrong.
Alessio gave me another of his devilish
smirks and I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.
That smirk didn't look nice. Definitely not
good.
He leaned in, his lips lightly brushing my
ear. "You like testing me, don't you?"
My body was shaking. But even urnder the layers of fear and anger, my body was responding to him.
His rough, hard voice sent a shiver through my body. I refused to acknowledge what I was feeling. It was wrong. I shouldn't have been feeling that way. But as much as I wanted to act strong, I felt weak.
Alberto's voice echoed in my head as I
stared at Alessio's hard chest.
Weak. So pathetic. Look at you. All broken. You are nothing but a low, dirty whore. Old memories came to a screeching halt when I felt a hand on my chin, tilting my head up. My eyes snapped open and I looked up at Alessio. His fingers were firm on my chin, holding my head still as he moved in closer until our bodies were plastered together. So close that it would have been impossible to even push a thin string in between us.
His heat enveloped my body and I didn't
feel cold anymore. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I felt sure that he knew.
The rough pad of his thumb rubbed over
my full soft lips, and I gasped at the sensation.
His touch traveled all the way down to my body and I pressed my legs together.
Why? Why did I feel that way with him?
I inhaled a desperate breath, moving my
eyes away from his, looking everywhere but at him. My eyes moved desperately around the room, trying to find something that would keep me grounded.
Think, Ayla. Think.
I felt Alessio shift, his shirt moving against my sensitive skin, and I bit my lips, trying to hide another moan.
He wrapped an arm around my waist,
anchoring me to his body while he slowly brought his other hand down.
"So, do we have an agreement?" he asked.
Alessio pushed his knee between my legs, slightly pushing them apart.
The thought of him taking me was so
demeaning, but even through my disgust, as hard as it was for me to admit it, I also found that thought very appealing.
Alessio overwhelmed me. He scared me,
but at the same time, I couldn't stop my body from responding to his words and
seductiveness.
What was wrong with me?
Before I could say something, or even think about a proper answer, he bent down and latched onto my nipple. I hissed at his sudden action and then my head fell backward when a moan slipped from my mouth.
He suckled my nipple, pulling at it hard, and then gently swirling his tongue over the tip.
I felt the rasp of his slight stubble against my tender skin, and without thinking, I pushed my breast forward.
Oh God, what's happening to me?
Releasing his hold on my hips, he brought his hand to my other breast and teased my pebbled nipple through the fabric of my bra. Slowly rubbing his thumb in circular motion, his tongue followed the same movement on my other nipple.
I moaned and my head moved wildly from left to right, trying to get rid of the sensation that was happening in my lower region.
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My Angel
RomanceYou would hate me if you knew my truth," I whispered. The words flew out of my mouth, my heart shattering in the process. "What happened to you was not your fault. Don't blame yourself. It doesn't matter to me. All I want is you," he confessed, pre...
