A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223

As soon as Alessandro settled in the driving seat; I leaned over and kissed his cheek and felt the light scrape of his stubble against my lips.

“I love you…” I murmured against his skin, low and rough.

“And I love you too,” he replied, his deep voice steady, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“Take me…”

He smirked, that dangerous edge in his mouth. “Let’s go home first.”

“Nope, can’t wait any longer.”

“Nikolai, I’m driving.”

“Then stop driving.”

He flicked a glance at me, his dark eyes dragging over me, down my torso, lingering on the way my fitted shirt strained across my chest and the open collar revealed just enough of me to make his jaw tighten. “Make me…”

I leaned in, caught his earlobe between my teeth, and growled softly, “Fine…”

I unclicked my seatbelt and pushed myself into the backseat, the leather creaking under my weight. Alessandro adjusted the rearview mirror so he could watch me, his knuckles whitening on the wheel. The windows were tinted, no one could see us, not a damn soul.

I shoved my shirt up, yanked my belt open, and dragged my briefs down in one smooth pull, tossing them forward. They landed on his lap, and his eyes dropped, his teeth clamping on his bottom lip as he sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge.

I spread my legs wide apart, muscles tense, and slid my hand over

myself, teasing, slow strokes that made my chest contract.

I reached back to grab him, to show him I wanted him just as much, but he stopped the car immediately then his hand clamped over both of mine, twisting them behind my back with ease and pinning them with one powerful fist against my lower back. My face pressed into the seat, my arms flexed against his grip, but he was stronger, and I didn’t fight it.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pulling lube from his pocket, so that’s why he stopped at the store. He slicked it over me, the coolness startling against my heated skin, then coated his fingers and pushed one inside me. I hissed sharply, the sensation foreign but sending sparks of heat through my gut.

He pulled his hand back, lube glistening on his fingers, and worked it over his thick cock. Then he let my hands go. I planted them hard on either side of my head, bracing, shoulders wide as I shoved myself up onto my knees, spreading myself open for him. Alessandro leaned over my back, his chest pressed firm to mine like he was claiming every inch of me. He hadn’t even bothered to strip, only freed himself from his pants.

When the blunt head pushed in, I gritted my teeth, muscles tightening. “Shit…” I growled low, arching into him

“Relax your body, baby boy…” he rumbled against my ear, kissing the back of my shoulder, his lips grazing my skin.

His hand slid under my chest, over hard muscle, then lower, fingers wrapping around me, firm strokes over my cock, slow and deliberate, wringing a groan out of me as he worked me in sync with himself.

He pushed deeper, and I growled, my voice dropping into a rough moan. His strokes quickened, skilled, making my hips jerk involuntarily.

“You want me to move?” he asked against my neck, his mouth trailing along the line of my jaw, my shoulders, his voice husky.

“Yes… yes, oh yes, please…” My own voice broke, deep

and needy.

Chapter 223

“This one is going to be rough…”

“Okay…” I rasped through clenched teeth, braced for him.

He drove into me hard, and my vision blurred. His cock stretched me open, filled me completely, and I slammed a fist against the window lea growl tore out of my chest. The pain burned, the pleasure roated, the rawness of it made my whole body shudder and I craved every second.

He started slow, controlled, adding more lube, working me open. Soon my body adjusted, the sting fading, a surge of pleasure rising. His fingers dug into my hips, hard enough to leave marks, his breathing rough and primal, each sound pushing me closer to the edge.

Alessandro De Luca owned me, body, mind, everything and right now he was proving it with every brutal, perfect thrust.

It felt filthy and electrifying, in the backseat of his car in the middle of nowhere, my knuckles white on the seat, his cock pounding into my ass for the first time ever since I healed.

“Ah, oh, fuck, baby boy…” he groaned, voice breaking.

I slammed my hips back into him, matching his rhythm, feeding his hunger. His thrusts turned erratic, deeper, harder. He caught my shirt, bunched it in his fist, and used it to yank me back onto him with savage precision. Every stroke was to the hilt, and I roared with it, shaking, consumed.

He pulled out, then rammed back in, and I shouted, fingers clawing into the leather as a flash of white heat lit up my mind.

With a deep, guttural growl that vibrated through his chest against my back, Alessandro spilled inside me as my own orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing, legs trembling. I collapsed forward onto the seat, gasping, and felt his weight sink onto me.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, voice strained, breath heavy.

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