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“Fuck me like a slut.” I beg him.

Adrenaline savagely takes over me. I feel transported into a world where desire isn’t wrong. Where wanting to be someone’s slut overpowers wanting to be someone’s wife. I want, no,I needhim to take this from me. To claim my innocence as his own.

In one quick motion, he pushes into me. Pain erupts from within me, and a low groan escapes Nero’s mouth. I take amental picture of the beauty of him in this moment. I don’t want to forget the way the satisfaction of my body paints itself on his face.

There’s an unexplainable pleasure that mixes with the pain as he moves inside me. Our eyes never leave each other, even as my mouth falls open and I give in to the sensation. My hands grip his back, and my nails dig into him. He growls out, pushing in deeper. I keep my eyes on him even when his leave mine. He pulls out of me, looking at the space between where our bodies join.

“You’ve sacrificed yourself to me, Manikà.” He pushes forward and slams back into me. I close my eyes, and he squeezes my cheeks.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck this tight cunt.”

Thrust

“You’re taking this cock like a good little slut.”

Thrust

“My perfect little fucktoy.”

Perverse words fall from his lips as he thrusts inside me. Pleasure pools from between my thighs. The friction of his cock inside me. It’s more powerful than anything I have ever experienced. He has far exceeded my expectations.

His thrusts are rough, but his hands are gentle. They roam over my body like an act of worship. He’s calling me his slut but fucking me like I’m his queen.

His cock continues to push against the walls of my pussy, stretching me in the most satisfying and painful way. Tears fall down my cheek, and he licks them. Claiming each one of my fallen tears as his.

In this moment, I am his.

His hand moves to my neck, and he places a firm hold on my neck. I stare up, unsure what this is about, and remember his words.

Depraved things.

He stops and stares at me, waiting to see how I react.

Take it all.

I want him to take it all because I want to please him. I also can’t deny the way his hand around my neck excites me. My fingers rush to where his hand rests, and I squeeze his hand around my throat. His nostrils flare as I grind back into him.

A silent plea to keep going. To choke me. To use me and fuck me as savagely as he desires. I want to lose control to him. His rough hand applies more pressure to my throat, pinning me to the bed.

“Putang ina mo”

Thrust

“I fucking own you now, Ariella.”

Thrust

“This pussy was custom-made for me.”

Thrust

“You’re a beautiful fucking mess.”

He takes my breath away and then releases me as tiny dots appear. I’m sweating and crying. All the things I had read and the stories I had heard- no one ever told me about the highs and lows of my emotions during the first time.

The way my body floats above me in euphoric bliss. Nero squeezes his grip around my neck again. My hands fall to the sheets as he cuts off my air supply. My vision goes blurry, and then he releases me. Pulls my right leg up to his thigh and thrusts into me deeper. I’m still catching my breath when he hits a magical spot inside me.

“Oh God.” I cry out.

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