Page 15 of Claimed By My Stalker

“You asked for it,” he replies.

Straddling me, he teases my entrance with the tip of his cock and rubs it lightly against my clit. Carlo slaps me lightly on my ass, and draws his length along the crack of my cheeks, he stops and poises the tip of his cock at my asshole. I tremble frightened he is going to slide it in my ass instead.

Carlo gives me a mischievous grin and slides slowly into my pussy. I hold my breath, the act unexpected. He was teasing me for so long that I didn’t see him penetrating anytime soon. He pushes in little by little.

"Breathe with me," he says.

I resume breathing, matching his until our breaths become one, Carlo pushes his cock further in until I feel him hit a wall, my face urges him to keep going. He forces it in and I shriek at the sudden pain. He strokes my face comforting me as I wait out the pain. I’m disturbed to find out how much the pain turns me on even more.

“Don’t stop now,” I tell him, “don’t be gentle either, I can take it.”

Carlo keeps going until his cock is buried to its full length. He begins thrusting and invading my mouth, filling my throat with his tongue and thrusting it in and out. I clutch his arms like my life depends on it, my legs wave like antennas in the air. It's the most real thing I've ever felt. His deep strokes warm my insides, his girth stretching my virgin hole.

It’s late into the night. The sounds of crickets chirping and the flowing of water in the nearby spring drown the sound of my soft muffled moans. I see sparks in the air, lost in the moment while my body reacts to every stroke, and touch. Carlo has the manual to my body, he knows exactly where to touch, and how much pressure to apply. I never expected my first time to feel this good.

His balls slap against my ass with every forward thrust. He lets out a primal grunt and I grip him even tighter afraid he's going to pull out. I begin to meet his thrusts to get him as deep as I can. My fingernails graze down his back, and I feel the aged scars there.

He increases his pace, and I squirm beneath him.

"Take me, Carlo. I'm all yours. I'm yours forever, use me as you want." I can't believe myself as I blurt out the words. This isn't me, I believe in my own autonomy, at least I used to, but now here I am, begging him to take any way he wants.

He thrusts in and out of me slowly, somewhat carefully, his breathing growing heavier with every second, and suddenly his body starts to stiffen.

"I'm close, I'm so close," he says between gasps.

Carlo shoots his seed into me filling me up and lubricating me further, but he doesn't stop fucking me. The spurts stop, his cock softens a bit inside me, and eventually, he slides it out. I can feel a stream of his come and my juices flow down between my ass crack. He collapses next to me, breathing hard, leaving me sore and sated. We face each other, each too tired to say anything, the couch can barely take us both so he makes me lay on him. I rest my head on his chest, feeling the pound of his heart.

5

Carlo

The time is 6:00 AM, and I’ve assembled all my men together, all twenty-two of them. Their murmurs are starting to get to me, it hasn't been a good couple of days. Having to contend with Jake's death and finding out from the autopsy that he died from ingesting BellaDonna, traces of alcohol were also found in him. Jake had a habit of stealing drinks from my cellar.

To confirm my suspicions, I discreetly sent some bottles to get tested in a lab with traces of BellaDonna found in two of five bottles. The two were my favorites.

I suspected Jake to be the traitor amongst my men, and now I feel guilty that I ever felt that way about him.

I hit the nearest table with a baton repeatedly to get my men’s attention, the murmurs die down instantly. I close my eyes and rub my fingers against my temple, apart from my aching heart, my head is also threatening to split open.

“Do you know why I gathered you all here?”

The looks on their faces reveal they know nothing.

“Jake’s death has made me realize how much I have gambled with my life. He died a thief, he died a hero, he took my place in death.”

I search each of their faces, but still, they know nothing.

I beckon to Rosa who comes in with the bottles retrieved from my cellar.

“Anyone want a drink?”

They all murmur in approval.

“What if I told you half of these drinks have been poisoned with BellaDonna?”

The room goes silent.

“Would you still take it?” I ask. “All of a sudden, no one wants a drink anymore?” I grab a bottle of Campari and pass it to Enzo standing behind me. “Open this up Enzo.”

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