Chapter 21

Isabella's POV

That bastard Asher, he thinks he can just use me and then dump me? How dare he?! I am Isabella!

I felt anger well up in my chest, my hotel room was already in ruins and there was nothing more for me to smash.

I stomped my way to the male gym, I put on my gloves and entered an empty ring. The men eyed my body, I was in my underwear so it was only right that they gawked.

“Well?! Is one of you going to get the fuck up here?” I yelled.

They shook out of their stupor, and one of them approached me. He entered the ring, checking me out once again, I could see the bulge in his tights.

“Lady, this is the men's ring, don't you think you are a bit out of your League? Why don't you let me fight you, in another way?” He said, a smirk on his face as his pals laughed.

I chuckled, this fool actually thought he could seduce me? He would be lucky to fuck me, there were men a hundred times better than him, all lining up to fuck me and this fool thought I would stoop down to his level?

I moved forward quickly, jabbing at him. He blocked but I was already attacking again. I pictured him to be Asher and I made sure I poured out my fury in him.

He could barely keep up, I punched and kicked and after a while, he finally couldn't endure the barrage. He quickly moved to grab me, trying to halt my movements but I raised my knee, kicking him in the nuts.

He bent over, veins popping out his neck before he slumped to the ground. I huffed, wiping my sweat as I felt a bit of satisfaction. I looked at his pal, a smile appearing on my face as I got a brilliant idea.

I would fuck his friends in front of him, that would make him mad!

“Hey boys?! Anyone wanna play?”

At first, they didn't register my words, but as soon as I took off my bra, they began struggling for the first to come to me.

I giggled at them, I took off my panties, pressing my breasts and fingering myself.

“No need to worry boys, I can take you all.”

At first, they hesitated, clearly wanting me all to themselves. I walked towards them, I pushed one of them to the ground, pulled out his dick and began to suck it.

After a few moments of shock, one of them penetrated me from behind and the orgy began.

They all took turns fucking me but none could satisfy my needs. The ten of them cummed multiple times yet I couldn't climax once.

I left the gym, on one side the spent men who would forever remember this day and on the other the fool that had dared to irritate me

As I strolled through the hotel corridor, heading towards my room, I already knew my next destination. Damien's castle. It was time to find out if the strategy I just used in the gym would work in Asher.

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I arrived at Damiens castle, his maid walked me in as she went to notify him of my presence. I was a bit pissed, since when did I need to wait for my presence to be notified? But I sensed that it had to do with Damien.

That brute was unpredictable and all of his subordinates were scared of him. I of course wasn't, in fact, I think he's lucky he is even my friend. Plus he's hot and I don't fear hot guys.

The maid walked away and returned a few minutes later, leading me to the balcony where Damien was.

I approached Damien, smiling seductively as he turned to look at me. His piercing silver eyes looked at me coldly. I don't let it get to me though, although he's usually not this cold, there's not really much of a difference.

His tall muscular frame blocked the light, casting a shadow over me and dominating me with a thick masculine aura. This was what I loved about Damien, Asher made me feel like a queen but Damien made me feel like a princess.

With Asher, I was loved but with Damien, I was dominated.

I got close to Damien, wrapping my arms around his and pressing my boobs against them. There was no need to be indirect with Damien, the brute was as straightforward as a bull.

“What do you want?” he asked me, looking out into the sky, not paying attention.

I pouted, sliding my hand across his chest, feeling his abs and resting my hand on his groin. I squeezed a bit, feeling a little stir from his pants as his penis got erect.

“How cold, not even a hello or something? It's been really long since we've last seen each other after all.” I said, running his semi-hard dick.

I bit my lips, feeling my pussy tingling. I was getting horny already and his coldness was turning me on even more.

He looked down at me, staring into my eyes for a long time, it felt a bit weird, Damien wasn't the sentimental type. Then he spoke,

“Let's fuck.”

My eyes widened in surprise—Damien was straightforward but not this straightforward— but I didn't have the time to reply. He lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom, flinging me on the bed and sitting on it himself.

He lay down in the bed, getting comfortable before looking at me,

“Please me,” he commanded.

He laid back and watched as I got to work. I wasn't bothered by the way he rough-handled me, I actually liked it.

I unzipped my pants, a bit shocked to see that it was limp. This was a surprise to me, after all, by now he should have been raging hard and on full mast, was something wrong? Don't tell me he couldn't get it up again.

I looked at him, a bit confused.

“If you want it, you have to work for it,” He said coldly. I was relieved, for a second I had thought something bad had happened to one of my favourite dicks.

I smirked, having to work for it made me even hornier. I took it in, slowly working my way down the massive dick. I bobbed my head, slurping and sucking, feeling the dick gradually get hard in my mouth.

A few minutes later, it was at full mast. He stood up and I moved closer to him. I took off his clothes slowly, enjoying every bit of his body. Then I jumped from the bed and into his arms.

Damien caught me firmly, his hands shifted to my plump ass, grabbing a handful of them. I moaned a bit, grabbing his dick from under me and positioning it for penetration.

He pushed it all the way in, my head tilted backwards and my eyes rolled inwards as I moaned in pleasure. I felt his big cock fill me up, his girth pushing the edge of my innards.

He began to pound me, slapping his big cock into me continuously, not stopping at all. He pounded faster and faster and my moans got even louder as I grabbed his shoulders to prevent myself from falling off.

He pounded and pounded. After a while, he threw me to the bed, flipping me over on my stomach and pulling my waist up. Before I had time to adjust, he pushed it in again.

I moaned even louder as I felt him hit my spot, cumming on the spot but he didn't stop. He pounded me even more, not giving me time to rest. He brought his cock out of my pussy after a while and penetrated my ass.

For the next few hours, we fucked. Going multiple rounds, trying multiple styles and cumming multiple times as he alternated between my ass, pussy and mouth.

We fucked on the bed, in the bathroom and even on the balcony. When he was done I was so used that I was lying limp on the ground, my body continuously twitching. I had never had sex like this before.

I was the one who left people twitching on the ground, not the other way around.

He carried me and laid me on the bed while he sat on the sofa. I felt my body slowly regain energy as my breathing returned to normal. This was awfully nice of Damien, he was a bit different today.

I stirred on the bed, sitting up and looking at him, a small smile on my face. At this moment, I was genuinely happy, I felt like I had my worth back, and at least someone wanted me.

“You seemed more feisty than usual, I like that. What happened to you?” I asked in a teasing way.

He looked at her for a while without saying anything. I didn't think it strange, the normal him probably wouldn't reply either. But after a while, he finally spoke up.

“I'm dying,” he said, and I felt my mind go blank.