“Why don’t I show you what you look like when you beg for my cock like the desperate little whore that you are?”

“Luciano…” My voice couldn’t even hide how turned on I was. “We are in a dressing room. People might hear.”

“Good,” he murmured against my lips, yanking me into his chest. “They will wish they were us. Let them hear how you come around my cock after you lied that you feel nothing for me.”

He spun me around harshly.

I gasped.

Luciano had handled me roughly before, but this was different. He wasn’t just expressing his intent to claim me. He was also displaying his intent to destroy me.

I was now facing the mirror, taking in how flushed and horny I looked. I was scared, but I was also thrilled. I caught the way my breath rapidly hitched, the way my lips parted, and the way my chest rose and fell heavily, causing my boobs to grow heavier and more sensitive with each heavy breath. He could smell my arousal if he had taken a whiff. He had barely touched me and I was already dripping wet.

That was how much I fucking needed him.

That was how much I wanted him.

His fingers found their way into my hair, which was wrapped in a ponytail. The strands fell loose, dropping to my shoulders.

His nose hit my hair, sniffing it in, then he groaned. “Why don’t we see how much you hate me?” he whispered into my ear.

I was bent over the dresser so roughly, I moaned when my hardened nipples hit the cold, slippery surface. I whimpered as he bunched my dress to my waist, pulling up on the thin line of my thong that separated my ass cheeks, only to snap it back against my skin. A moan ripped from my throat, followed by the angry ripping sound of my underwear.

“Look at how filthy wet you are for me, Andrea.” He cupped my pussy, then spanked my pussy so hard, the stinging pain made my toes curl. His fingers ran up and down the length of my cunt, eliciting broken whimpers from me before he pinched my clit. “You’re messing up all my fingers, yet you hate me.”

The sound of his belt being undone echoed through the room, followed by the hurried unzipping of his fly. Anticipation rippled through my veins, tensing up my body.

His cock teased my cunt, ever so slightly, making my body twitch. When he slammed into me, I was thrown forward by the brutal force of how he thrusted into me.

“Look at how your cunt swallows me whole.” He grabbed my hip, spanking my ass roughly.

“Please…” I whimpered. I didn’t know what I was begging him for—to pull out or to fuck me the way I needed.

Unlike how he’d take some time to get acclimated to my tight walls or drown in them, it was different this time around. His intentions to punish me were very obvious.

He pulled out of me and slammed back into me, making the wooden dresser rattle under our weight.

“Ah!” I cried.

“You are a stubborn little thing.” He gripped my hair, fucking me harshly from behind. “You lie, you deflect, you pretend to hate me, yet as I’m claiming this sweet little pussy, you’re shamelessly dripping around my cock like a desperate little slut.”

He wasn’t lying. I was dripping wet. He was pounding me, yet my arousal didn’t stop smearing my thighs and anything in close contact with it. That was how wet I was.

“Oh—oh—oh, slower—” My moans broke aggressively as he railed me against the dresser.

My scalp burned from how hard he was gripping my hair as he took me mercilessly against the dresser. My knees buckled, almost giving way, but he dug his fingernails into my hip to keep me in place. My sensitive nipples ached so badly, scratching against the dresser that gave friction.

I pressed my face onto the dresser, drooling helplessly as loud, filthy moans came out of my lips. The way I sounded wasn’t helpful because anyone could walk in on us, but every time I tried to muffle my moans, he pounded me harder.

Luciano fucked me like an animal. He had never taken me like this before. The angry strokes of his cock inside and outside of my wet cunt were brutal, ruthless, and rearranging my insides.

“Please—oh, please.”

He yanked me up by my hair. “Look at how much of a slut you are for my cock. Look at how you are unraveling around me!” he growled.

The reflection in the mirror haunted and excited me at the same time.

I had taken time to style my hair this morning, but it looked nothing like when I left home. It was a bird’s nest, and some strands were sticking to my skin. My lipstick was smeared, and my plump lips wouldn’t stop parting with a moan as he drilled me. My chest rose and fell, my boobs looking two times heavier than they would on a normal day. The way they strained so hard against my dress, I wouldn’t be surprised if it ripped soon.

And my eyes—fuck, my eyes. They were glassy, shining with tears of pleasure and burned with the need to be used anyhow he deemed fit.

It was the most submissive I had ever seen myself.

It looked like I was made for him.

He leaned in roughly, scoring my neck with his teeth. He sucked, bit, and licked as he fucked me, branding me as his. It was sick, twisted, and unhinged, but I lived for every bit of it at that moment.

I was insatiable.

“More … more…”

“You want more?” His lips met my ear.

I moaned in agreement.

He slowed his pace, eliciting a whimper of protest from me. His cock teased my entrance, running up and down my cunt to make me shudder. Then he pounded back in, determined to wreck me.

“Yes!” I cried, biting my lips.

He released my hair, his hands reaching forward to cup a tit, rolling my nipple through my dress. I jerked against him, throwing my head backward. His fingers were enclosed tightly around my throat afterward, choking me tightly.

“So fucking greedy but never wanting to admit what you truly want.” He grunted, choking me harder.