Loving the Enemy

Chapter 31

"Okay." I almost sigh from relief when he turns back to walk to the door.

That was way too easy.

Something's wrong.

And then I hear a click.

He locked the door.

Fuck.

"The hard way it is."

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I try to crawl to the other side of the bed, but to my dismay he grabs me by my ankles and pulls me back.

And now he has me how he wants me.

On my stomach.

I have no idea what is going to come next, but the idea of not knowing it arouses me.

Trashing in his grip, kicking and wiggling my legs, I try to get out of his grip.

But him being physically stronger than me, he captures my arms behind my back and ties them together with my black, satin scarf.

"Stop moving. If you truly think you have a way out of this, you're as wrong as someone can ever be."

He's right.

I want a way out of this.

I know that if we continue, I'm going to get addicted to him and I don't want that.

It's wrong.

Very much wrong but so right at the same time.

Even though I knew this was once going to happen I tried to avoid it.

But it's already too late.

I became an addict and he is my drug.

And me being a brat I don't give up the fight and wiggle and move whatsoever, but of course, to no success.

I slump back on the bed in defeat, and the next thing I know, my ass is being lift into the air, his hands positioned on my hips.

And then he's slamming his dick into me again without no warning, tearing another loud moan from me.

Ace fucks me like he's trying to resuscitate me. Like I'm on my deathbed and his cock is the only thing that can bring me back to life.

He places his hand on top of my head, pushing my face into the mattress, muffling the sounds escaping me.

"Fuck you're so tight."

He fucks me ruthlessly with no remorse, each stroke more brutal and powerful than the last.

He rolls his hips, hitting my g-spot.

Another loud moan rips free when his hand freely slaps my ass, switching sides from time to time in complete messy rhythms, even though his cock slams into me in evenly rough and deep strokes.

"You're doing so good. Mia ragazza." [my girl]

"I'm not- your- girl." I can't even properly form a normal sentence without any stutters.

I'm a whimpering and moaning mess for him and I love it.

"Mine." He groans, placing both hands on my hips and lifting me more into the air so my knees are hanging in the air, offering a new, amazing feeling.

He got me wrapped around his little finger with his dirty words and the way he fucks me so intensely. I'm losing touch with reality.

His thick length plunges in and out, pounding into my pussy.