With her fingers around my cock, she lines me up with her entrance. Slowly sinks down onto me, and she whimpers beautifully as I stretch her open. Inch by inch, her pussy sliding over my cock.
"That's it.” I drive up into her before she's fully seated, burying myself deep and watching her mouth fall open on a moan that fills the whole room. "Take it. Take all of it."
I drag her down onto my cock. The slow, sensual roll of my hips up into her in long, deep strokes, letting her ride me while my hands roam her body. One slides up her back, fingers tracing her spine, the other cups her breast, thumb brushing her nipple through the dress until it’s tight and begging.
She moans into my mouth, soft and needy, grinding down on me in lazy circles that make my cock throb inside her. I swallow every sound like I can keep them forever.
"She thought she had me," I say, loud enough to carry, my mouth against Sophia's throat, teeth scraping skin. "She thought what she built belonged to her." I bite down hardenough that Sophia arches, crying out. "She never had this. Never even came close to this."
I grab her jaw and make her look at me.
"You feel that?" My hips slam up and she chokes on a moan, and Valeria curses in the background. "That's the difference. She had what she could take. You have what I give." Another brutal thrust. "Nobody has ever gotten this from me. Not one person. Just you. Only ever you."
“Stop!” Valeria screams. “You’re mine. You hear me? Fucking mine.”
I tuck a strand of blonde hair behind Sophia’s ear, eyes only on her. “I’m yours.”
Sophia trembles, hands fisting in my hair, the sounds she's making getting louder and wilder and more desperate with every stroke.
From the side, I catch Valeria's face. She's shaking in the restraints, the carved letters still seeping, paint streaked and ruined, and her eyes—God, her eyes are the real victory. Because she can endure pain. She's built her whole life on enduring things and spinning them into power.
But this?
This is destroying her. A man who belonged to her for years, free, choosing, savage with it, giving someone else something she never once actually had.
I look right at her over Sophia's shoulder.
"Watch," I say to Valeria. “Watch what true ownership looks like.”
I grip Sophia’s ass hard with both hands and start fucking her in earnest—filthy, relentless thrusts that make her tits bounce and her moans turn into broken, shameless cries. The wet slap of her soaked pussy taking my cock fills the room, obscene and loud.
I bury my face in herneck, sucking marks into her throat while I drive up into her again and again, forcing her to take every thick inch.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I rasp against her ear, voice wrecked with need. “So tight. So wet. The only pussy I’ve ever wanted. The only one I’ll ever need.”
Valeria’s face is a masterpiece of ruin. The wordPRETTYcarved into her forehead, paint and blood streaked down her cheeks like grotesque tears.
Her eyes are wide, burning with rage and jealousy and something broken. Her painted mouth is open, lips trembling as she watches me fuck the only woman I’ve ever wanted. Her tits are streaked red, her body shaking against the chains with every brutal thrust I give Sophia.
It undoes her.
And fuck, the satisfaction that rolls through me at the sight is dark and deep and viciously sweet. She’s forced to watch me give Sophia everything I never gave her. Real desire. Real surrender. Real love in the only way I know how to show it.
I grip Sophia’s hips harder and drive up into her, letting Valeria see every filthy detail—the way Sophia’s tits bounce with each thrust, the way her moans turn raw and shameless, the way her soaked pussy takes me so perfectly. I want her to feel every second of what she lost. What she never had.
I can see it happening in real time—the moment the last of her unravels. Her jaw goes slack. Her chest caves. Something behind her eyes just stops, like a cord finally cut, and what’s left isn’t rage or hatred but something worse; the hollow, gutted look of a person watching proof that they were never, not once, what they believed themselves to be.
Sophia’s moans grow louder, wilder. Her pussy flutters and clenches around my cock as she rides me harder, chasing her pleasure, and I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her down further on my cock.
“I’ll always be only yours,” I say. “My body is yours. My cock is yours. My fucking heart is yours.”
Sophia’s head falls back, blonde hair hanging down her spine, her lips forming the perfect O.
“I love you.” I watch her face, the euphoria. “I’ll always love you, Sophia Sinclair.”
Valeria starts screaming. Loud. Raw. A furious, jealous howl that tears out of her painted, bloody mouth. The sound is ugly and broken—pure rage and envy. It only makes my dick harder, makes me fuck Sophia deeper.
The darkness takes over then, the part of me that was forged in basements and blood and her voice telling me I belonged to her. It rises hot and hungry, feeding on every broken sound Valeria makes while I claim the only woman who has ever truly had me.
