A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

“Alessandro…” I started, my voice barely a thread. “This isn’t the place to have se….”

“Okay you’re insane to think that I will kneel down and let you have sex with me here,” I choked out, trembling, trying to mask the way his words made my knees weak.

He didn’t reply immediately but his eyes were locked on mine, unblinking, dark, and hungry. There was no amusement in his expression now. No trace of the teasing smirk that sometimes softened the sharp edges of his dominance. This wasn’t playful. This was possession, laid bare. Raw. Unyielding.

He later leaned in further, his voice dropping to something low and dangerous. “You think I care who sees? Let them. Let them fucking know who you belong to.”

My entire body flushed hot. Shame curled in my gut, tangled with something darker, something I didn’t want to name. My fingers tightened around the seatbelt, a white–knuckled grip that grounded me.

I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to shove him away, crawl out of the car, slam the door, and never look back.

But I didn’t move.

Because deep down, underneath all the fury and confusion, a part of me was trembling not with fear but with anticipation.

“You don’t get to say that to me like I’m…. like I’m some toy you can pull apart whenever you feel like it,” I hissed, but even I heard the falter in my tone. “I’m not just yours to command.”

His gaze flicked downward, to the still–growing bulge in my jeans. “Then tell me why you’re hard, Nikolai.“His voice was thick with heat, smug

and dark.

I cursed under my breath and looked away, ashamed of how my body betrayed me every damn time. Everything about him, his voice, his scent, his presence wrapped around me like a vice. And I hated it. I hated that I wanted him when I should’ve wanted to disappear.

“I hate you sometimes,” I whispered, eyes fixed on the dashboard, anywhere but him.

“You hate that I see through you,” he replied smoothly. “That I touch something no one else can reach.”

His words struck me with the same precision as his grip earlier, unrelenting, intimate, cruel in their truth. He leaned closer, so close I could feel his breath on my ear, his fingers brushing lightly against my thigh like a threat or a promise.

“I’ll ask one more time, Nikolai…” he murmured. “On your knees.”

My knees immediately hit the floor of the car with a dull thud, the tight space forcing me between his legs. His breath caught just for a second but it was enough.

My hands reached up, slowly, deliberately, finding his belt. My fingers trembled at first, but I steadied them.

The metal of his buckle was cool against my skin. Each click and tug was louder in the thick silence, charged with tension. Alessandro watched me like a hawk, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths.

I unbuttoned him. Unzipped.

And then I looked up at him from under my lashes, his most dangerous view.

The power shift was palpable..

His hands clenched the edge of the seat, jaw tight, but he didn’t stop me. Didn’t say a word. The silence roared between us as I leaned in, heat flooding my face, heart pounding like it might crack my ribs.

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Chapter 149

When I finally took him in my mouth, it was slow, purposeful. I wanted to ruin him. To take control in the only way I still could.

He hissed out a breath, his head dropping back against the seat. One of his hands slid into my hair, not yanking, just there a reminder of who li was doing this to. Of how badly he wanted it. Wanted me.

I moved carefully at first, dragging my tongue along his length, letting the tension build like fire under skin. Every sound he made, every shudder, sent a twisted rush through me. I was the one making him fall apart now. I had the power.

He moaned low in his throat. It wasn’t the arrogant sound I was used to. This was raw, uncontrolled. It thrilled me,

“Fuck, Nikolai…” he groaned, voice hoarse.

I didn’t stop. I let my hands grip his thighs, steadying myself as I set a rhythm deep, consuming, desperate. Every flick of my tongue, every pull

of suction was a wordless retaliation. For the control he always had. For the chaos he left in me. For Leah. For everything.

He swore again, louder this time, his hips twitching forward before he gripped my hair tighter and forced himself to still.

But I could tell, he was close. And I didn’t slow down.

I wanted to see him lose it.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice raw. “You look so good like this. So fucking mine.”

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