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“Open your beautiful, defiant mouth.” He grabs the back of my head, all sweetness gone as he forces my back to arch.

The second I part my lips, he shoves my panties between them.

My muffled cries do nothing to soften his expression as he looks down at me. “Taste that, Mila? The way your greedy cunt drips for me and only me ? I want you to think about that while you squeeze my cock and beg for my cum.”

With one hand maintaining the tight hold in my hair, he works his zipper with the other. His thick cock is stiff as he slides it between my wet thighs.

“So fucking greedy.” Alex fucks me between the legs. “I don’t even have to fill your tight cunt for you to get me off.”

I moan, wondering if that’s what he’ll do just to torture me for implying I want to think about Marco right now.

Alex dips his mouth to my ear. “Don’t worry. I’d rather remind you who owns this beautiful body of yours.”

At that, he lines himself up and brutally thrusts in. There’s no gentle ease or sweet caress as he fills me. My scream is muffled by the panties in my mouth, and I’m already almost on the verge of shattering.

There’s something about him claiming control. Roughly fucking me how he wants and demanding I accept it. It has me boneless.

Alex’s fingers drift to my clit, and when he reaches the sensitive apex between my legs, his hips pause. He pins me against the mirror, refusing me the friction of his thrusts as he toys with my clit.

“Don’t move, Mila.” He rubs slow, torturous circles. “You haven’t earned the pleasure of my cock tonight. If you want my cum, then you’re going to have to beg for it.”

But I can’t speak. And with his whisper tickling my neck and his hand teasing my pussy, I’m at his mercy.

His personal plaything.

Alex slowly works my clit, still refusing to move his hips as his cock pulses, rock-hard inside me. He turns my face toward Marco and the blonde again, holding my hair so tight it tugs my scalp.

“He wishes he could have taken you like this,” Alex whispers in my ear. “But he never will. Want to know why?”

I nod as much as I can with the grip on my hair.

“Because you’re mine.” Alex strokes his thumb down. “I made sure Oxy knew that when he begged for me to end him.”

My eyes widen, and my gaze shoots over my shoulder, up at Alex at his admission. We’ve gone in circles about Oxy, and I’d all but guessed his involvement. But for him to admit it…

“He screamed for me to stop when I showed him what happens to any part of him that touches any part of you. And the last thing he did with his tongue was beg me not to take it. But do you know what I said?”

I swallow, not answering, frozen in fear and pleasure and euphoria as he continues to rock his fingers.

“I told him no, just like you did. And then I cut it from his mouth and let him choke on his blood.” Alex’s eyes are so dark they’re terrifying.

Even knowing Oxy lived doesn’t wipe the image from my mind. It’s sick, and I hate that my pussy clenches around Alex’s cock at the thought of it.

“You like that, don’t you?” He rubs my clit, and I’m burning up. “You like that I did that for you ?”

I shouldn’t like it. Alex went too far. He should be arrested. Or better yet, locked back up in Montgomery Psychiatric Ward. So why am I unbearably slick as he slowly slides his cock in and out to tease me?

“You wanted to know if there’s ever getting enough of you?

” Alex kisses my neck, and my eyes flutter closed.

“There is no enough . There is no limit . You are infinite, and anyone who thinks otherwise just can’t handle you.

But I can, and I will, to any ends. Whether you fight me on it or not. That’s a promise.”

He slowly pulls back, thrusting his cock deep. I’m barely in my mind—my skin. I’m lingering with the static in the air. The universe is pulling me apart.

With one hand, Alex plays with my clit, and with the other, he soaks his fingers where I’m dripping onto him. He takes that wet hand and moves it behind me, putting pressure on my tight hole.

“Are you going to be a good girl, Mila?” His fingers edge in, breaching the barrier. “Are you going to let me play with what’s mine?”

One nod is all it takes for him to send his cock and finger deep at the same time, filling both holes. Fucking me in every way while his thumb moves in tune with his movements. I’m full. Bursting.

Desperate to grab hold of him.

Part of me wishes I could resist the climax cresting to the surface in retaliation for him refusing to let me touch him. Or to prove that he doesn’t get to break me open without doing the same. But Alex won’t allow it .

He takes.

He claims.

Alex’s teeth nip at my neck as he caresses my core, and when his tongue drags the shell of my ear, I fall apart.

The lights of the carnival blur, and the swirl of the carousel bleeds with the night. My sweaty palms grip the cool glass, and Alex holds me in his arms as I shatter. My body shivers, and the whole world seems to fall apart.

Alex holds me there until my knees find their strength. Only then does he step back, pulling out and leaving me empty.

“Wait—” I mumble around the panties, forgetting they were there and pulling them out of my mouth. “What are you doing?”

I spin just as he finishes the zipper and button on his pants. He snatches my underwear out of my hand, pocketing them.

My eyes widen. “You didn’t get off?”

“That was never the plan.”

“But you’re just—you can’t just—you’re serious?” I press my palm to my forehead, confused.

“Dead serious.” Alex steps forward, cupping my jaw. “I got what I needed, Mila.”

“My orgasm? My underwear? What? What did you get?” Because it certainly wasn’t an orgasm.

“Your attention.” He leans in, brushing his mouth over mine. “I want you to think about that while we go play a few games with your friends. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you lick yourself off my cock later.”