AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Prodi lets out a chuckle. “Where’s the love, guys?”
I feel Alek’s hardness press against my entrance, and as he thrusts inside me, he brings his right hand up to grab the back of my neck.
The pain is worse than I remember when I lost my virginity. It feels like I’m being torn in half.
A scream rockets through my throat, but my head is yanked back, and Alek’s mouth crushes against mine.
From the intense burn I feel, and the fact that Alek didn’t manage to enter me all the way, it’s clear he’s too big for me.
His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and he kisses me as if he actually loves me. At least, that’s what it feels like.
My heart explodes into a wild hammering against my ribs, and as Alek pulls out only to push into me again, I can only think of him.
For a moment, the other men disappear. Our dire circumstances fade away. My starving stomach and fear of death fall to the background.
There’s only Alek and the feel of him inside me. The burning ache from his manhood stretching me to the max helps me to focus only on him.
The way he kisses me with aggression and desperation gives me a safe haven – a mental place to escape to.
He moves again, and with a rhythm of hard thrusts, he fucks me as if he’s been dying to have a taste of me.
It’s hard to remember it’s all an act to stay alive.
When the men start making remarks in Italian, Alek lets out a growl, and the kiss grows more intense until it feels like he’s trying to brand me with his lips.
Tingles rush over my skin, and my abdomen clenches.
I’m overwhelmed by Alek, and feeling an urgency in his movements, the aching burn begins to fade. My core clenches, and a new fear bleeds into my heart.
I don’t want to orgasm in front of all these men.
Alek breaks the kiss, and our eyes lock. He must recognize the fear written all over my face for what it is because he quickens his pace to finish the job instead of making me come.
I watch as his features tense, and pleasure overwhelms him. His lips part, his breaths rushing over them. The golden flecks in his brown irises shine brightly, and he looks downright frighteningly attractive.
My heart clenches, desperate not to fall in love with him while we’re sharing such an intimate moment.
All your emotions are heightened and out of control. It’s because of the forced proximity and because Alek is all you have in this hellhole. None of your feelings are real. It’s all trauma related.
Alek’s body stills, and with our eyes locked, we stare at each other until Prodi chuckles. “Take the love birds back to their cage.”
Alek pulls out of me, and when I feel the warmth of his orgasm trickling down my legs, I almost die of shame.
He adjusts my panties, which quickly become soaked with his release.
When Alek reaches for my pants, Prodi says, “No.”
My eyes dart to the crazy Italian, then he adds, “The girl strips out of the jacket and shirt. She’s only to wear her underwear.” He gives Alek a taunting smile. “Be thankful I’m allowing the underwear.”
Alek lets out a threatening growl, and it has Dario pointing his gun at him. “Do as the boss says.”
Crap.
Not wanting Alek to get shot, I shrug off Svetlana’s jacket, and with trembling hands, I pull the silk blouse over my head. After I drop the fabric to the floor, I cross an arm over my bra and cover my soaked panties with my other hand.
Just pretend you’re wearing a bikini.
In the middle of winter.
