Chapter 123 123

Chapter 123 123
Mia
His hand moves up, under the hem of my skirt. His fingers are rough, calloused from guns and violence, and they feel incredible against my sensitive skin. He pushes my panties aside, finding me already wet, already aching for him.
"Fuck," he groans, sliding one thick finger inside me. "You're soaked. Did dancing with your little friends make you this wet? Or were you thinking about me?"
"Always you," I whimper, arching my back as he adds a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that makes me see stars. "Only you."
He pumps his fingers in and out of me, the wet, squelching sound obscene in the quiet car. His thumb presses against my clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles. I moan, throwing my head back, my bound hands straining against the silk.
"Please, Sandro," I beg, not even sure what I'm begging for. Release? Mercy? More?
"Such a greedy little cunt," he murmurs, pumping his fingers faster. "You want to come right here in the car? Like a cheap slut?"
"Yes," I gasp, the humiliation stoking the fire higher. "God, yes."
He leans down, biting the side of my neck, hard enough to leave a mark. "Then come for me. Show me how much you missed me."
His thumb presses down, his fingers hook deep, and I shatter. My orgasm crashes over me, violent and sudden. I cry out, my body bucking against his hand, my pussy clamping down around his fingers. Waves of pleasure roll through me, stealing my breath, making my toes curl.
He works me through it, drawing out every spasm, every tremor, until I’m a panting, limp mess against the leather seat. Only then does he pull his hand away. He brings his fingers to his lips, his eyes locked on mine, and licks them clean, tasting my arousal.
"Delicious," he says, his voice a low purr. "But we’re not done."
The car slows to a stop. I glance out the window, but I don't recognize where we are. It’s dark, quiet. A private dock, maybe, or a secluded garage.
"Get out," he commands, opening the door.
He helps me out, my legs trembling beneath me. He unties my wrists just long enough to lead me inside a dark, industrial-looking space, then immediately binds them again, this time pulling them up over my head, securing them to a hook hanging from the ceiling.
I’m stretched out, helpless, my feet barely touching the ground. The position thrusts my breasts out, arches my back. I’m completely exposed.
Alessandro stands in front of me, slowly removing his jacket. He drapes it over a nearby chair, then starts rolling up his sleeves, revealing the tattoos on his forearms. The lion on his chest seems to roar in the dim light.
"You know why I tied you up?" he asks, walking a slow circle around me.
"Because you own me?" I whisper.
"Because a year ago I kidnapped you and that was the fucking best decision of my life," he says, stopping behind me. His hands ghost over my ass, squeezing. "I let you have your fun. I let you play house with your friends. But tonight, I remind you of the reality."
His hand comes down hard on my ass, the sound of the slap echoing in the large room. I cry out, stinging pain radiating through me.
"Count," he orders.
"One!" I gasp.
Another slap, harder this time, on the other cheek. "Two!"
He spanks me rhythmically, painting my ass with heat and pain. Each strike sends a jolt straight to my clit, making me wetter, making me ache. By the tenth count, tears are pricking my eyes, but I’m grinding my hips back, desperate for more.
"Look at you," he murmurs, coming back around to face me. He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Crying, but you love it. You love when I hurt you."
"I love you," I correct him, my voice trembling.
He studies my face for a long moment, his gaze intense, searching. Then, he leans forward, kissing me gently, a stark contrast to the violence of his hands. It’s a tender, almost sweet kiss that confuses my senses.
"I love you too, Mia," he whispers against my lips. "That’s why this has to be this way."
He reaches down and unzips his pants. His cock springs free, thick, hard, and angry. He strokes it once, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I’m going to fuck you now," he says simply. "And I’m not going to stop until you’re full of me. Until you can’t remember anyone else’s name but mine."
He steps closer, lifting my legs, wrapping them around his waist. With my hands bound above me, I have no leverage, no control. I’m entirely at his mercy.
He lines himself up and thrusts into me in one smooth, brutal stroke. I scream, my head falling back as he splits me open. He’s huge, and the angle is intense, hitting so deep it feels like he’s in my stomach.
"Fuck," he groans, burying his face in my neck. "You’re so tight. So perfect."
He starts to move, hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with my moans and his grunts. He fucks me like a man possessed, driving into me with a force that shakes the chains holding my wrists.
Every thrust pushes me closer to the edge again. The friction, the fullness, the sheer dominance of him—it’s overwhelming. I can feel the orgasm building in my core, a tight coil of tension waiting to snap.
"Say it," he demands, his teeth grazing my ear. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You!" I cry out. "I belong to you, Alessandro! Only you!"
"Damn right," he growls, slamming into me harder.
He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit again. He rubs it roughly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The dual stimulation is too much.
"I’m gonna come!" I scream.
"Do it," he commands. "Come all over my cock."
I explode. My vision whites out, my body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of my life tears through me. I thrash against my bonds, screaming his name, my pussy pulsing around him, milking him.
He fucks me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I’m sobbing from the intensity. Then, with a final, guttural roar, he buries himself deep inside me and lets go. I feel him pulse, hot spurts of his cum filling me, marking me from the inside out.
He holds me there, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing hard, our hearts racing in sync. The room smells of sex and sweat, raw and primal.
Slowly, he lowers my legs, though he stays inside me for a moment longer, savoring the connection. He reaches up and unties my wrists, catching me as I slump forward, my muscles too weak to hold me up.
He scoops me up into his arms, carrying me over to a leather couch in the corner. He sits down, settling me on his lap, cradling me against his chest. I curl into him, burying my face in his neck, inhaling his scent.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly, his hand stroking my hair.
I nod against his skin. "Better than okay."
I smile against his chest, my body sore but sated, my heart full. The girls' trip was fun, but this? This is where I’m meant to be. Tied up, fucked out, and held in the arms of the monster who owns my heart.