The Heroine is My Stepsister, and I'm her Final Boss-Chapter 130: Skin to Skin (18+)

The room was a warzone of shattered control, papers scattered across the floor, the air heavy with the musky scent of sweat and unrestrained lust. Isabella, the indomitable queen, stood defiant against the polished mahogany desk, her emerald eyes blazing with arrogance, her tattered green gown clinging to her voluptuous curves like a second skin. Her chest heaved, lips parted, daring Aiden to make his move. But Aiden was no longer the man she’d toyed with—his gaze burned with primal hunger, his hard, throbbing cock straining against his trousers, a weapon ready to dismantle her pride.

"You think you’re untouchable, Your Highness?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent a shiver through her spine. He stepped closer, towering over her, his presence a wall of raw, unyielding power. "I’m going to fuck you until that crown you wear is nothing but dust."

Isabella’s lips curled into a defiant smirk, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty, her thighs pressing together instinctively as her body responded to his threat. "You? Break me?" she taunted, her voice dripping with scorn, though her breath hitched, betraying her arousal. "Try, Aiden.....ahhh... I dare you....i dare yooou!"

That was all he needed. With a predatory snarl, he surged forward, pinning her against the desk, the wood creaking under her weight. Her gasp was sharp, her body trembling as his hands gripped her wrists, slamming them above her head.

His lips crashed against hers, a brutal, possessive kiss that devoured her protests, his tongue invading her mouth with a hunger that left her dizzy. She fought back, her tongue wrestling his, a fleeting attempt to reclaim control, but her body melted into him, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her gown.

He pulled back, his breath hot against her swollen lips. "No more games," he snarled, his free hand tearing at her gown, the fabric ripping with a satisfying shred to reveal her lush, trembling body. Her full breasts spilled free, her thick thighs glistening with the evidence of her arousal, her valley already dripping, a traitor to her haughty facade. "Look at you," he mocked, his fingers trailing down her stomach, grazing the edge of her slick folds. "Your body’s begging for me, queen or not."

Isabella’s cheeks flushed crimson, her pride warring with the heat pooling between her legs. ".....You’ll regret this," she hissed, but her voice wavered, her emerald eyes wide with a mix of rage and anticipation as he forced her legs apart, exposing her fully. She squirmed, her body arching against the desk, but there was no escape—not from him, not from the fire he’d ignited.

Aiden didn’t give her a chance to regroup. He freed his throbbing cock, thick and pulsing with need, the sight of it making her breath catch. Without warning, he gripped her hips, flipping her roughly onto the desk, her plump, tantalizing ass arched high, a perfect target for his vengeance. "You wanted the bull," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Now you get the horns."

She opened her mouth to retort, but the words dissolved into a scream as he plunged into her slick heat, his cock stretching her with a single, brutal thrust. The desk shook, her body pinned beneath him as he filled her completely, every inch of him claiming her, hitting depths that made her vision blur. "Fuck!" she cried, her voice raw, her insides quaking as pleasure and pain collided, her pride fracturing under the sheer intensity of his invasion.

Aiden didn’t relent, his hips slamming into her with relentless, hardcore ferocity, each thrust a declaration of dominance. The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as her valley clenched around him, gushing with every punishing stroke. "Aiden... oh, God!" she gasped, her first orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave, her body trembling as her walls spasmed around his cock. But he didn’t slow, didn’t give her a moment to recover, his hands gripping her hips bruisingly as he drove deeper, harder.

"You think that’s enough?" he taunted, leaning over her, his breath hot against her ear. "I’m just getting started." He angled his thrusts, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her scream again, her second climax ripping through her before she could catch her breath. Her legs shook, her nails scraping the desk, her once-regal composure crumbling as pleasure consumed her. "Look at you," he growled, his voice dripping with triumph. "The mighty queen, falling apart on my cock."

Isabella’s moans turned to broken sobs, her body quaking as he fucked her through another orgasm, then another, each one stripping away another layer of her pride. Her emerald eyes, once sharp with defiance, now glazed with submission, her lips trembling as she panted, "Aiden... please..." Her voice was a plea, a queen reduced to begging, her body arching to meet his thrusts, chasing the ecstasy that threatened to shatter her completely.

He slowed for a moment, teasing her, his cock pulsing inside her slick, overstimulated core. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl, his fingers digging into her soft thighs. "Say you’re mine."

She whimpered, her pride hanging by a thread, her body aching for release. "I... I can’t..." she gasped, but her words faltered as he thrust deep, slow, deliberate, dragging out every sensation until her body betrayed her again, another orgasm tearing through her, leaving her trembling, her mind unraveling.

"Aiden!" she cried, her voice cracking, her resistance crumbling as she surrendered to the pleasure.

He didn’t stop, his pace relentless now, pounding her into the desk with a ferocity that shook the room.

"Aahh!...AAh! ....AAAAHHHHH!"

Her screams echoed, her body a quivering mess as he pushed her through climax after climax, each one more intense, more devastating, until her mind was a haze of lust and submission. Her pride, her crown, her control—all gone, replaced by the overwhelming need for him, for his cock, for the pleasure only he could give her.

Finally, he leaned over her, his voice a dark whisper. "You’re mine, Isabella. Say it." His thrusts slowed, teasing her at the edge of another climax, his cock throbbing inside her, demanding her surrender.

"I’m... yours," she whispered, her voice soft, broken, her emerald eyes locked on his, filled with a mix of defeat and desire. The words were her final submission, the mighty queen reduced to his, her body and soul claimed by the man she’d underestimated.

With a primal roar, Aiden thrust deep one last time, his cock swelling as he unleashed a torrent of hot, thick cum inside her, filling her completely. Isabella’s body shook, her final orgasm shattering her as she felt him claim her fully, his seed marking her as his. "I’m yours," she gasped again, her voice barely a whisper, her once-unbreakable pride now a distant memory, her body trembling in the aftershocks of pleasure, utterly and completely his.

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