Page 30 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

“You don’t lock me out of my pussy, Gia. It only makes me want to fuck you like a beast to prove to you that you’re all mine,” I growled into her ear.

Her only answer was to raise her hips to meet mine. I let go of her wrists to put more weight on my arms so I could fuck her harder.

My mouth hunted hers in the dark. Her soft lips opened for me, and I growled again, loving the fact that she wanted my mouth on hers.

I plunged my tongue in and out of her mouth with the same ferocity as I sank my cock in her. She was slower than usual by now, she would be gushing and clamping around me, but the more I kissed her, the wetter she became.

I gripped her leg and lifted it up as I rammed into her making her cry out.

“That’s it, you fucking take my dick,” I said, groaning as I sank deeper inside her.

I dropped her leg and swiftly fucked in and out of her again. Her hands gripped my waist as she clawed at my skin. It was when she wrapped her legs around my ass that drove me crazy. I pushed my arm beneath her holding her to me as I drove into her deeper and harder until she was crying out with each thrust.

“I'm not going to last, baby. Cum for me,” I said before grinding my hips in a circular motion feeling my balls smash against her dripping pussy.

Impatiently I untangled my arm from her and reached her clit, rubbing my thumb around her hard before continuing to slam in and out of her again.

Her hands ran up to my shoulders as she moved her hips in time with my thrusts, and she choked on her breath as she clamped down on my dick. My balls strained and jerked until I spat all my cum inside her pussy.

If I didn’t breed multiples with the amount of cum I have pushed into her pussy I would be disappointed.

I groaned as another load hit deep inside her. We could sleep in tomorrow. Fuck work. My pussy needed breeding. I gasped as another jet of cum filled my mate's pussy. Her legs tightened around my ass, making me smile down at her in the pitch-black room.

She was fucking perfect for me.

Chapter 18

Gia

I think I had lost count of the number of days I had been here. The man was on top of me, under me, bending me over somewhere or just sleeping with his dick constantly inside me.

I woke up disorientated. When I looked around his room, it was empty.

I stretched my aching body on the bed. It had to be at least seven or eight days since he took me. Simone might not have called the police yet, but my mum might have.

I picked the phone up and messaged him.

Me: 9:42 When are you going to let me out of this stupid room? I don’t even know how long I've been here.

FuckFace: 9:43 Six days and as soon as we get married.

I stared at the message in disbelief. Okay, I knew he was trying to impregnate me from the beginning, but this was too much. He couldn’t just dictate every aspect of my life.

Me: 9:45 I’m not marrying you.

FuckFace: 9:46 You’re probably pregnant by now. If not, you will be next month. All your family and friends have been invited to our wedding, and they are all very excited.

That conniving little fuck. He has been in touch with my fucking family while I have been stuck in his house in his room while he has been off galavanting to work and fuck knows where else.

All my frustration and anger boiled inside me, and I stabbed out my response.

Me: 9:48 I will shove a fucking wire hanger up my pussy if you don’t get me out of this fucking room. I am done.

I didn’t wait for a response. I threw the phone as hard as I could against the wall only to chase after it to see little damage had been done to it. I looked around the room until I saw the metal sculpture on the small table. I took the phone over to the table, placed it over it, and smashed the screen watching it crack. I kept at it until the screen went black. I was panting by the time I was done smashing it up, and I tossed the sculpture on the floor.

It was the phone's fault I ended up in this position. I clenched my eyes shut, willing myself to ignore any of the feelings that had begun to creep in for Roman.

If he couldn’t give me the smallest of courtesy now, what would married life be like to the control freak?

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