Chapter 149
“Alessandro…” I started, my voice barely a thread. “This isn’t the place to have se….”
“Okay you’re insane to think that I will kneel down and let you have sex with me here,” I choked out, trembling, trying to mask the way his words made my knees weak.
He didn’t reply immediately but his eyes were locked on mine, unblinking, dark, and hungry. There was no amusement in his expression now. No trace of the teasing smirk that sometimes softened the sharp edges of his dominance. This wasn’t playful. This was possession, laid bare. Raw. Unyielding.
He later leaned in further, his voice dropping to something low and dangerous. “You think I care who sees? Let them. Let them fucking know who you belong to.”
My entire body flushed hot. Shame curled in my gut, tangled with something darker, something I didn’t want to name. My fingers tightened around the seatbelt, a white–knuckled grip that grounded me.
I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to shove him away, crawl out of the car, slam the door, and never look back.
But I didn’t move.
Because deep down, underneath all the fury and confusion, a part of me was trembling not with fear but with anticipation.
“You don’t get to say that to me like I’m…. like I’m some toy you can pull apart whenever you feel like it,” I hissed, but even I heard the falter in my tone. “I’m not just yours to command.”
His gaze flicked downward, to the still–growing bulge in my jeans. “Then tell me why you’re hard, Nikolai.“His voice was thick with heat, smug
and dark.
I cursed under my breath and looked away, ashamed of how my body betrayed me every damn time. Everything about him, his voice, his scent, his presence wrapped around me like a vice. And I hated it. I hated that I wanted him when I should’ve wanted to disappear.
“I hate you sometimes,” I whispered, eyes fixed on the dashboard, anywhere but him.
“You hate that I see through you,” he replied smoothly. “That I touch something no one else can reach.”
His words struck me with the same precision as his grip earlier, unrelenting, intimate, cruel in their truth. He leaned closer, so close I could feel his breath on my ear, his fingers brushing lightly against my thigh like a threat or a promise.
“I’ll ask one more time, Nikolai…” he murmured. “On your knees.”
My knees immediately hit the floor of the car with a dull thud, the tight space forcing me between his legs. His breath caught just for a second but it was enough.
My hands reached up, slowly, deliberately, finding his belt. My fingers trembled at first, but I steadied them.
The metal of his buckle was cool against my skin. Each click and tug was louder in the thick silence, charged with tension. Alessandro watched me like a hawk, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths.
I unbuttoned him. Unzipped.
And then I looked up at him from under my lashes, his most dangerous view.
The power shift was palpable..
His hands clenched the edge of the seat, jaw tight, but he didn’t stop me. Didn’t say a word. The silence roared between us as I leaned in, heat flooding my face, heart pounding like it might crack my ribs.
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Chapter 149
When I finally took him in my mouth, it was slow, purposeful. I wanted to ruin him. To take control in the only way I still could.
He hissed out a breath, his head dropping back against the seat. One of his hands slid into my hair, not yanking, just there a reminder of who li was doing this to. Of how badly he wanted it. Wanted me.
I moved carefully at first, dragging my tongue along his length, letting the tension build like fire under skin. Every sound he made, every shudder, sent a twisted rush through me. I was the one making him fall apart now. I had the power.
He moaned low in his throat. It wasn’t the arrogant sound I was used to. This was raw, uncontrolled. It thrilled me,
“Fuck, Nikolai…” he groaned, voice hoarse.
I didn’t stop. I let my hands grip his thighs, steadying myself as I set a rhythm deep, consuming, desperate. Every flick of my tongue, every pull
of suction was a wordless retaliation. For the control he always had. For the chaos he left in me. For Leah. For everything.
He swore again, louder this time, his hips twitching forward before he gripped my hair tighter and forced himself to still.
But I could tell, he was close. And I didn’t slow down.
I wanted to see him lose it.
“Fuck,” he whispered, voice raw. “You look so good like this. So fucking mine.”
He started to move faster, thrusts shallow and precise, using my mouth the way he wanted. And I let him. I took it. All of it. Let him fuck my mouth like he owned it, because he did. In that moment, there was no pretending otherwise.
And when he came hard, deep, his moan a shudder against the silence, I swallowed every bit of it, lips bruised and heart hammering.
He held me there for a moment longer, breathing heavy, his hand gentler now in my hair. Then he slowly pulled out, letting me collapse slightly against his knee, dizzy and dazed, my cheeks flushed, breath catching in shallow gasps.
“Good boy,” he whispered, brushing his fingers over my jaw again. “You remember who you belong to now?”
I nodded, unable to speak. My throat was sore. My pride was shattered. My body still trembling from the weight of everything he made me feel.
And deep down… a part of me liked it.
Too much.
“You either sit up and ride me,” he said, voice low and taunting, “or I’ll drive you home with your bulging boner leaking through your jeans.”
My breath hitched.
I stayed frozen for a moment, still on my knees between his legs, every part of me screaming from overstimulation and the brutal precision of his control. His words landed like a slap and a caress all at once, humiliating, arousing, impossible to ignore.
When I failed to reply, he reached down and tilted my chin up with two fingers. “Your choice,” he added, dark amusement cu his lips. “But I’m not helping you. If you want it, you’ll take it.”
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