CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
ALEX DAVALO
I reject you!
At Nadia’s statement, I was the first to speak, my voice sharp against the heated tension. “What are you saying?”
She let out a chuckle, the kind that made me question whether it was amusement or pure temptation. “Did I say anything wrong? You’ve been doing it, so don’t act surprised.
Fuck me, I want it.”
The words hung in the air, and we could not deny it.
I hesitated fucking her at first, but there was no denying the pull she had over me. She didn’t need to move, she didn’t need to say more. Just the way her body curved, and the way her skin glistened faintly under the dim light, was enough to make my cock stiffen painfully.
Sandro didn’t think twice. A smile curved on his lips, one that spoke of intense desire and hunger. “As you wish.”
As soon as he approached Nadia, who was already naked, he murmured. “You’re sure about this?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip, her eyes dark with need.
Sandro’s hand moved with purpose, his fingers gliding over her slick folds. A soft gasp escaped her lips, followed by his low chuckle. “You’re soaking,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.
“For you.” She mumbled with a small smile.
The room seemed to pulse with heat as his fingers slipped inside her, drawing out a wet, rhythmic sound that sent shivers racing down my spine. My cock strained against my pants, throbbing in time with the squelch of his movements.
Nadia’s body responded like it was built for this.
Her head tilted back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck, her lips parting as moans spilled out in waves. Her legs trembled, her hips moving instinctively with the relentless rhythm of Sandro’s fingers, and all I could think about was how Jack- or whatever he was called-had ever dared to touch what was ours. For his sake, I hope he did not.
Nadia’s moans grew louder, her body writhing as if the pleasure was overtaking her. I couldn’t ignore the bulging veins in Sandro’s arms, the sheer intensity etched on his face as he worked her over. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding down to grip my cock. I licked my palm, the slick warmth adding to the delicious friction as I stroked myself slowly, imagining every inch of her wrapped around me.
Nadia’s knees weakened, and she bent over against the wall, her back arching like she was presenting herself to us. The way her ass curved and the wetness that dripped down her thighs left me breathless.
“Fuck me already,” she demanded.
As her pussy opened for Sandro, making way for him, every instinct in me screamed to join them, to bury myself inside her heat.
Unable to control myself, I ran in front of her.
“Suck my dick!” I growled.
Nadia’s lips twitched into a smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief. When she swallowed it in the warmth of her mouth, with her tongue swirling around the tip, my head fell back, and I could only wonder how bold she had become.
As Sandro’s cock hit her walls with an audible wetness, her tongue wrapped around my dick in that same torturous, deliberate manner. Our moans filled the room, the heat of our bodies mingling as our intense desires enveloped us till we wasted.
I licked my fingers slowly, tasting the salt of my skin, before sliding them to Nadia’s ass. I teased the soft curve, messing with her in a way that made her legs curl as she let out a loud, guttural moan.
“Aaargh…” Sandro’s knees stiffened as he gripped her hair tightly, his head tilting back. In no time, his cum spilled over her body, streaking her skin.
I thought we were done, but Nadia didn’t stop. She turned to me with flushed cheeks and lips swollen from her efforts, then made me sit on the chair behind us. Straddling me, she lowered herself onto my dick, her ass splitting as it swallowed me inch by inch.
I held her ass tightly, the flesh warm and soft against my palms, my eyes dark at the intensity of her movement. Her fat ass slapped against my thighs in a steady rhythm, the sound sharp and primal, while the warmth of her pussy completely enveloped my dick.
She moved vigorously, her body clenching and unclenching, her breath ragged as her nails dug into my chest. We kept going until we were both wasted, my juice splashing over her flushed face and trickling down to her navel.
She was ours. Our pet.
A few minutes had passed as we rested on the bed before Nadia’s voice broke the silence.
Why do you hate me so much, yet desire my body?” Nadia asked Sandro and I suddenly, looking directly into our eyes. The boldness of her words, mixed with confusion and anger on her face, dazed me. I stole a glance at Sandro, who looked as stunned as I felt. After our encounter just moments ago, I thought we would have an answer to this question, but her tone, the weight of the moment, dampened our ability to speak.
“Why? Why do you bully me, yet can’t take your eyes off my body?!” she pressed on with clear frustration. The sincerity in her question made me shiver. The fact that we had just been intimate with her, that we shared something so deeply personal, wasn’t lost on me.
“Because we are mated to you,” Sandro blurted out, sounding far less imposing than usual. I guess her confidence had made him that way. After all, this was a girl who could barely mention her name before us. Still, that we just had sex with her didn’t give her the right to begin to question us.
The moment he said it, I felt horror wash over me.
It felt like a vulnerability we couldn’t afford to show, especially to someone we had constantly bullied.
“But we can’t be with you!” he quickly added, his voice rising slightly as if he were desperate to fix his words.
“Why?!” she shot back, turning her fiery gaze on me as if I was the one who had delivered the hammer blow.
“Because we can’t be with you,” I finally said. Every word I spoke tore my throat like broken glass but I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue with an imposing confidence. “It’s not complicated, Nadia. The truth is, your low-class status doesn’t match with your ego. We just can’t be found with someone like you.”
“You’re everything we’re not, and we cannot have a mate like you. We reject you, Nadia.”
The stunned silence that followed weighed heavily on us like a thick fog rolling in from the ocean. I expected anger, maybe even tears, but all I saw was disbelief on her face. Her expression was a mix of shock and hurt, forcing me to realize the gravity of what I’d just said.
Sandro looked at me with a sense of judgment as if I had crossed a line we could never un-cross. “Alex, maybe you went too far,” he mouthed, but I was already too deeply invested to pull back.
Nadia’s mouth opened slightly, and for a moment, it looked like she might say something, but then she faltered, wrapping her arms around herself as if the rejection had physically hurt her. I felt a pang of guilt slicing through my chest, but I kept my stance firm. This was what we had to do.
After what felt like an eternity of silence. Nadia finally broke it with shaky breaths “So, this is it?” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You’re just only going to keep on fucking me?”
Sandro and I exchanged glances, neither of us knowing what to say. The comfortable silence that had once existed between the three of us now felt infected by tension and unspoken words. I didn’t want to face her fear or the devastation in her eyes.
“Fuck me again!” she said, grabbing our dick and looking menacingly into our eyes. She looked so hungry like a wolf had taken control over her. “Come on, fuck me! Don’t be a coward!” she said.
“Surely!,” Sandro said. He grabbed her boobs and began to suck it. I just lay there, looking.
“What are you waiting for!?,” she asked, as she moaned.
“Enough!,” I said to Sandro, pulling him away from her. They both looked stunned, but I wasn’t taking back my word.
Getting up from the bed, I grabbed my clothes, feeling the need to distance myself from the emotional payload we had just delivered. As I pulled on my shirt, I could feel her eyes boring into me, expecting an explanation, an apology-something that would bridge this chasm we had created.
“You can’t stay here,” I said, the words coming out sharper than I intended. I glanced around the room, noticing the chaos that had erupted after the fight with the boys who had come to attack her. “It’s too dangerous.”
Sandro added his voice, trying to sound more compelling, “You should come with us.”
“You don’t tell me where to stay! You don’t own me!” She snapped back with anger that startled me.
“Listen, Nadia,” I said again, trying to keep my tone calm. “We don’t think it’s right for you to stay here. What if those guys come back? If the wolves come again, we won’t be here to save you.”
“I didn’t ask for you to come save me!” she shot back, fire burning in her eyes. “No one saved me from your constant bullying, and I’m still good.”
“Fine, we’ll walk away, but don’t say we didn’t warn you,” I responded, the anger rising inside me again. I could feel the heat of it in my chest, fueled by the adrenaline from everything that had just happened.
Sandro turned to me, his expression serious. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said, his voice indicating that he was done with this conversation.
“Just leave!” she said defiantly.
As we walked to the door, a wave of regret washed over me. Did we do the right thing? Did we have to end this way? Just as we reached the door, Sandro turned to me. “Do you think we did the right thing by rejecting her?” he asked, the doubt thick in his voice.
For a brief moment, I took my eyes off the road and glanced at him. “Don’t tell me you’re falling for her already,” I shot back, half-jokingly, but a part of me wished it weren’t true.
“I’m not,” he said weakly, but I could see the conflict in his eyes.
“Then what’s with the face?” I pressed further.
“I don’t know,” he sighed, shaking his head. “But Alex… rejecting her like that, it felt wrong, man.”
“Look, we’re going to keep on rejecting her until she rejects us,” I said with an air of finality. I needed to make this clear. We were mates for a reason, and we had to enforce our position.
We stepped outside, and the cold air slapped against my face and helped clear my mind slightly. “This is for the best,” I told myself while pushing away the growing sense of doubt creeping around the edges of my mind.
The engine of the car roared to life as I turned the key, and we drove away in silence, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts about what we had just done. What if we had crossed a line into territory from which we could never return?
Sandro finally broke the silence, his voice tentative. “Do you think she’ll forget about us? About what we said?”
I shrugged, gripping the steering wheel harder. “She’ll move on. She has to. We made our position clear; we said we couldn’t have her. It’s her weakness if she can’t handle it.”
But deep down, I was not so sure.
As the buildings flew past us, I couldn’t shake the image of Nadia from my mind. Her eyes, wide and hurt, replayed like a loop in my brain. I wanted to think I was strong, that I could handle this as a leader should, but a part of me felt unsteady and conflicted.
“Maybe we should rethink the whole plan about rejecting her,” Sandro said quietly.
“Why?” I snapped, frustration lacing my tone. “You think we should have let her just walk all over us? Do you want to be mated to a girl whom we have bullied for years?”
“No,” he replied, a defensive tone creeping into his voice. “But that doesn’t mean it has to be this way. We could give her a chance.”
I sighed, letting the tension of the moment steep into the car’s atmosphere. “You want to give her a chance? What’s going to change, huh? We’ll still be those two guys she has loved to hate for years. Breaking the pattern now will only make it worse.”
“But Alex-”
“No buts, Sandro. We’ve made our choice. She’ll get over us. As I said, we’ll keep on rejecting her until she rejects us,” my voice was steady now, like an anchor in the storm of emotions swirling inside me.
“Nadia, I reject you,” I whispered under my breath.