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Lina

“You can't be mine, Lina,” he’d said. Did he not realize that he was all that I wanted?

My body was on fire, trembling at the edge of release as Adrian’s cock stayed within me—thick and unrelenting while my pussy squeezed and clenched around it. The feeling was new, and powerful, a sensation deep inside that made my belly clench the more he circled and pinched my clit.

The climax had faded, but the world still narrowed to the slick heat between my thighs as the tension lingered and the raw, unyielding force of his fingers pushed in beside his cock, through the bloody mess he’d made when he took my pussy.

Two fingers curled and stretched, reaching to rub over sore muscles as I adjusted to his presence. My breath became a hiccup as he caused a new wave of clenching while my body tried to dispel his invading digits.

Tears dripped down my cheeks.

This was all I wanted, but his words told me this was the one time and only time I’d ever get it. Sobs caught in my chest, and Adrian made soothing sounds, his lips pressing against my neck.

“Adrian,” I murmured, hiccuping as his free hand rubbed my thigh soothingly. “Please, I need you.” In every way, not just this. I needed his arms around me. I needed him to kiss me and tell me everything would be fine when this was over.

“No, Lina,” he grumbled, and the emotions that crashed with that wave of pleasure, the agony of having him reject me again and again when I was offering myself up on a platter. “You can’t have me.”

“Why?” I cried out, squeezing my eyes as my whole body felt light and heavy all at once. None of my orgasms ever reached this height before; my pussy’s never clenched as hard as it did when he was inside me. “I need you to fuck me.”

I’d only felt the smallest hint of what I’d seen the other day. Just his cock prodding inside my virgin pussy until he pierced through my hymen and stopped. It wasn’t even hurting as bad anymore, just a dull ache that was slowly fading while my pussy reformed to fit him.

He pulled his fingers away and started rubbing my clit again as if he couldn’t stop himself. My breath hitched, and his name tore from my lips, broken and desperate, but he didn’t stop—he didn’t even slow down.

“I’m not the man for you, Lina,” he growled, his voice rough against my ear. His breath was hot, his tone laced with something more than anger. Regret? Possession? I couldn’t tell. “I’m a monster. I’ve already fucking ruined something that should’ve been special.”

“You can ruin everything, and I’ll still want you,” I argued, as much as I could as the pressure started to build inside me again. As much as I could before my words turned to moans, and I couldn’t think past the building tension between my thighs. My nails dug into the polished wood of his desk, my body arching into his touch as his fingers stopped rubbing and just pinched my clit gently. Over and over again until my pussy clenched and his hips rocked slightly, hitting that devastating spot that made me see stars.

“Adrian—” My voice broke on a gasp as the sensation unraveled me completely. My climax hit like a tidal wave, shuddering through me with a force that stole the air from my lungs.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his tone low and dangerous, tinged with satisfaction. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me steady as I fell apart beneath him. “Look at you, Lina. Look at how easily you come for me.”

My body quaked, my thighs trembling as the last waves of my orgasm pulsed through me. I should have felt shame, or anger, or something other than the overwhelming ache for more. But when I glanced up at him, all I saw was the fire in his eyes, the raw hunger that mirrored my own.

“Always for you,” I rasped, my voice shaky but defiant. Tears collected on my eyelashes. “I love you, can’t you see that?”

His expression turned pained, then his eyes squeezed shut, and his face turned back into that familiar smirk.

“No, baby girl. That isn’t love, that’s just lust.” He leaned down, his breath ghosting over my neck as he whispered, “You just want me.”

Before I could respond, he pulled me upright, pulling out and leaving me empty.

I cried out, hands reaching for my gaping pussy before he dragged them away. Before I could even question it, he spun me around and set my ass on his table. His hands slid over my body, possessive and deliberate, stripping away what little was left between us as easily as he stripped my clothes from my body and left them atop Enzo.

“This,” he said, his voice a low growl that pebbled my nipples, his eyes eating up everything revealed to him. My heavy breasts, my waist. “This is just want, Lina.”

More sobs caught my throat. “Stop lying!” I begged him, pressing closer. Clinging. The cold air of the room kissed my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from him. “I love you.”

Adrian sighed, his breath ghosting over my forehead as I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head under his chin. “I. Love. You.”

How many more times do I have to repeat it?

“And what’s your father going to say?” he asked, running his hands over my hips… my waist… as if he couldn’t stop himself.

“It doesn’t matter what he says,” I replied, letting go and leaning back. He was still hard, his dick still coated in cum and blood, and those walls between us were coming down, whether he liked it or not. Maybe it was naive, thinking I could change his mind just by giving him my body—but I had nothing else to give him that he didn’t already have.

My fingers found the buttons of his shirt, tugging them open with a mixture of frustration and urgency. “Make me yours,” I murmured. “Please, Adrian, make me yours tonight.”

I could work on the rest tomorrow.

His eyes darkened, more of that rigid control slipping for a fraction of a second as I pushed the fabric off his shoulders. I wanted every inch of him, just as much as I wanted to give him every inch of me.

My fingers traced the hard planes of his chest, savoring the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch. He was so fucking silent, but I pressed on. Surging forward, I captured his mouth with mine. The kiss was a battle—teeth, tongues, and bruising intensity. Adrian let me take control for a moment, his hands gripping my hips as he allowed me to taste the power I craved. But it didn’t last.

With a growl, he pushed me back, laying me on the desk. His hands pinned mine above my head, his body caging me in. “You don’t get to choose how this goes,” he murmured against my lips. “If you want me. I decide.”

Yes, my mind whispered, satisfaction flickering through me as his mouth descended on mine hungrily, stealing what little breath I had left. The kiss was brutal, consuming, leaving me no room to think or resist.

“You want me?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper. “Then you’ll take all of me.”

His words left me confused. Hadn’t I taken all of him before? The thought faded as his hands moved with purpose, teasing and tormenting me until I was a shaking mess beneath him. His lips trailed down my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my collarbone. “Any way I want it. Anywhere I want it.”

Anywhere? My mind latched onto that word, and my cheeks blazed with heat. I’ve never wanted anything more. “Yes,” I agreed, my words a trembling moan as he pushed between my legs again.

His eyes burned with triumph, but there was something else there too—something softer, more dangerous. Something I refused to give up as he firmly grasped his cock and pressed it into me again. My breath hitched at that first stroke, at how he speared through aching muscles, spreading me wide so deliciously slowly. I laid kisses on his shoulder, sinking my teeth into him as he took his time, and feeling wicked when his body rumbled from a groan.

“Lay back, Lina,” he demanded, pulling his out—pulling away to get rid of his pants completely, kicking them to the side. “And spread your legs. Let me get a good look at that swollen pussy of yours.”

I did what he said, leaning back on my hands and pushing out my chest—opening myself to him—as his eyes roamed my body with the same laziness as his drawl. “That’s it, baby, show me that pretty pink pussy.”

Adrian’s stare grew heated as he gripped his hard cock in a firm grip, jerking and tugging it slowly until the crown of him turned dark, cum seeping through the slit. The sight stole my attention, and my breath hitched. I almost didn’t hear the question on his lips.

“Sorry?” I whispered, looking up into his eyes again. Those bottle-green eyes that had snagged my attention my whole life.

“Is your pussy hurting?” he growled out, his tone dark and rough, a complete contradiction to the pleasure in his eyes.

I nodded slowly, because it did ache. It ached from all the abuse, and it ached for more. “My pussy’s sore,” I murmured as I pushed against my knees, forcing my pelvis to stretch wider, to show him what I meant—and then I dragged a finger, my breath rushing out of me at the power I had over Adrian. At the way his body tensed, and his focus snapped to that single digit. “It’s so fucking empty, Adrian. Are you going to make it feel better?”

Even now, he hadn’t given me everything when he sank into me, but I wanted it. My words were a taunt, and when he reacted I regretted nothing. “Are you going to fill me up? Make my pussy weep with your cum instead of blood?”

Adrian slammed against me, his lips devouring mine as he shoved his thick cock into me—and if I was wide before, it was nothing to what I felt as his thickness stretched me open fully, made me gape.

So that’s what he meant by everything.

“Yes,” I gasped, pushing myself up until I could hold onto him.

Adrian’s expression was a mixture of frustration and bliss. “This,” he said on a thrust. “This is all my fault, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I agreed, pushing against him until I could get another kiss. Until I could feel his mouth battling against mine, and his groan reverberating against my tongue.

More, my mind chanted as he fucked me. More, more, more. I’d never get enough of his muscles sliding against mine. Of his hands pressing up to cup my breasts, of his skin dripping sweat onto me, of his body pushing into me, forcing me more and more open. I could never get enough of him—and when my body started pulsing and clenching over his length. When I climaxed on his length, pulling an orgasm from him, feeling his cock spitting hot liquid deep inside of me—I wasn’t sure I could ever let him go.

Afterward, Adrian collapsed against me, holding me tightly. Tenderly. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as the silence settled over us.

“You win,” he said finally, his voice low.

“I win?” I repeated, my voice breathy with hope. “You believe me.”

A smirk tugged at his mouth, the same mouth he pressed against mine. “No. I just can’t let another man touch what’s mine.”

It wasn’t a declaration of love by any means, but I’d take it. I flung my arms around him, smug satisfaction combining with pleasure.

THE END .