CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
ALEX DAVALO
She tasted like heaven.
Her lips were soft and moist, insanely sweet. A certain fire rose inside of me and spread out so quickly like fire on dry gasoline-dunked grass. Desire ran through my entire body in waves and streams as I pressed her closer to me so that I could have my fill of her lips.
But, it was not enough.
It was never enough with Nadia.
And I hated it.
Phil had called me to tell me that she wasn’t going to come anymore, and it made my blood boil. How dare she turn on me at the last minute, making me wait!
Anger boiled my blood as I thought of it. I should not be so gentle with her. I should take from her, her lips, her pussy, her entire body. I should press her against the bed and slide radically into her pussy. I should destroy and rip her apart for daring to slip into my mind and keeping me confused.
I should teach her a lesson.
Thankfully Sandro had noticed my anger with her and to ease my mind, he mentioned that we go to her house and abuse her. I was angry so I didn’t even dare to hesitate.
Anger and desire were a terrible mix. I knew that it was, but I needed someone to remind me at that moment but there was none as I slammed her tightly against me and forced her mouth open with my tongue.
I was rough and brutal, taking everything without thinking. She began to push against my chest, her hands firm yet desperate, begging me to get away from her. And I stepped back to look at her.
When I did so, there were more tears in her eyes than before and I wondered why, though somewhere at the back of my mind, I seemed to know the reason for it. She had eyes that pleaded for me to leave her alone. The look in them and the expression on her face was nothing like what she used to have before whenever we were with her, whenever we touched her, whenever we wanted to own her. The look now was different
“What’s with the tears?” I asked her with raised brows. “Did I harm you?” She shook her head and spoke.
“Please Alex, let me be,” she said to me in a shaky voice. “I am tired of your push-and-pull games. I- I just w- want to be a- alone,” she implored. I stared at her as her words registered inside of my head.
Nadia was turning me down, again, for the second time in a day. Even though not directly!
Nadia was asking me to leave her alone. Nadia was reminding me that she was tired of me.
Nadia did not want me, anymore, even when I was just beginning to want her. It made me enraged with anger, my eyes blazing at her words.
How dare she!
All of this was her fault, the things that I felt, the way that my body was reacting to her. It was insanely stupid that my heart was beginning to want her. It was insanely foolish that I was beginning to think of this girl as someone who I wanted to be with every time, and it vexed me to my core that she had the guts to even indirectly turn me down.
She needed a lesson.
“Take off that towel willingly Nadia or I will do it for you,” I ordered her. I heard the thick anger in my voice but I could not control it.
“No, no,” she said to me as she hugged the towel tighter to her body. “I do not want to have anything to do with any of you anymore!” she screamed. “You act like devils! I have had enough of you,” she continued.
I moved with lightning speed, my fingers curling around her smooth fair neck as tightly as I could get them to. Her eyes widened and she looked like she could not speak and she could choke at any minute.
“Let me show you Nadia, what this devil can do to you,” I said to her as she struggled to remove my hands from her neck. “Now get those things off!” I thundered the moment I removed my hands from her neck. She tried to move away, but she was trapped between me and the mirror behind her. “There is nowhere for you to run to pretty,” I told her, “now you are trapped between the devil and his deep green sea,” I teased with a devilish smirk.
Sandro’s fingers had already found her vagina as he worked on it tightly, not paying attention to her back and forth.
His fingers moved in a way that made Nadia’s toes visibly curl even as she was putting on a resistance.
“Please Alex, please Sandro, let me go,” she whispered as she began to cry. Her tears attempted to do something to me, tug at my heart, but I hardened that same heart and ignored them.
“No Nadia. I will never,” I told her as I ripped the towel from her body and stared down at all those thick treasures that I knew but never completely had. My dick hardened desperately in my pants as I watched the rise and fall of her breast.
“Please, leave, both of you,” she begged with fear in her eyes.
“Not until I have had enough of you,” I told her before I lifted her over my shoulders. She fought with me, her voice high and her fists desperate. She called my name and she begged me to stop as I hauled her onto the bed and admired her spread out. “If you fight Nadia, I will do worse things to you,” I promised her.
“I do not want you to do anything to me at all,” she said as she tried to scramble off the bed.
“Hey hey hey! Nowhere to run to remember,” Sandro caught her as she tried to move, climbing onto the bed to hold her down as she fought with him. He was far stronger than her. I dipped my hands into my boxers for my dick and brought it out, long and heavy, lined with muscular veins, the cap pink and calling for cunt, Nadia’s cunt.
“No! No! Please! Please don’t!” Nadia pleaded, her eyes wide with fear as I settled between her moving legs, firmly holding them apart as Sandro held her hands and pinned her to the bed against her will.
“Yes Nadia, I will have you and then forget that you ever existed.” And with that, I positioned myself and thrust into her in one swift move that broke her hymen. Her lips opened in a painful scream as tears ran down her shaking head. I stilled for a moment for her body to adjust to my side and then I began to slide in and out of her, riding her.
She was lying still in the bed, no longer struggling now maybe because she could not, as her mouth was filled with Sandro’s thick cock as he fucked the energy out of her.
She was crying, resigned to her fate.
I fucked her till the jolts ran through my body and when I felt I was wasted, Sandro took over.
I watched him as he grabbed her, making her sit on him and ride him. He grabbed her ass in such a way that he could control her movements as his body vibrated in sweet rhythms.
Hot moans and sex filled the room, and as I watched them, I felt my dick burn hard in desire and my chest burn with something that felt like jealousy.
But I pushed it away at that instant.
Nadia had given up pleading and even as she let out low sounds that she could not exactly control, the tears that filled her eyes didn’t stop falling on her cheeks.
I just could not bring myself to help as my body burned with the intense desire to want her more. While watching them, I rubbed my dick with so much intensity and when it excited me so much that I felt shocks all over my body, I went to Nadia and took her nipples in my mouth. I sucked and teased her nipples while fighting the burning desire to thrust into her till Sandro was done.
“Aaaaghh…” I let out a soft sigh after finally pushing my cock back into her as I made her position in a doggy style, her hands against the headboard.
“Please I feel sore,” she cried out but I did not listen.
She belonged to me, my pet, my toy, whatever name it was and I was not letting go till I had gotten rid of the intense and burning feeling that surged through me.
I held her intensely slamming into her thick wet walls. My feet squirmed from the way she clenched and unclenched her vagina walls around my dick as I pulled her head back.
She had become the bane of my existence and in these small moments, I found myself continuously not wanting to let go.