No One’s Pov

The air in the living room still feels heavy, charged with the kiss that just broke. Viella sits on the couch, her lips tingling and swollen, the taste of him lingering like a drug. Her mind spinning unable to grasp the surface of reality.

Before she can draw a full breath or blink away the haze in her eyes, Dante moves.

He doesn’t ask, he simply takes. One arm slides behind her knees, the other hooks around her back, and in one fluid motion, he lifts her from the cushions.

She gasps, her hands instantly clutching at the collar of his shirt, but he holds her effortlessly against his chest. The world tilts. The ceiling becoming blur above them as he carries her across the room and up the staircase.

Each step he takes, Viella realizes what’s about to come. Her face becomes more flushed. Viella’s heart pounding so loudly she’s sure he can hear it.

She wants to tell him to put her down, to demand a moment to think, but the words dissolve in her throat. The scent of his cologne the scent of him being turned on filling up her mind, making her head spin faster. It felt like as if she’s on drug.

He kicks the bedroom door open, the wood hitting the wall with a dull crack. The room is still dim.

Dante walks up to the bed and roughly placed her onto the bed. The mattress dips under her weight.

Before she can scramble backward , Dante caught her left leg and dragged it towards him. He looms over her, his presence suffocating and erotic all at once.

"Dante, wait," Viella breathes, finally finding her voice. She tries to push herself up, to put distance between them. Her hands press against his hard chest, but he doesn’t budge. He catches her wrists in a tight grip, his fingers digging into her delicate skin.

"Wait?" His voice is a low growl, anger can be heard clearly in his voice. "You think you have the luxury of waiting?"

He reaches up with one hand, yanking at the knot of his already loosen tie. The fabric slides free. Before Viella can process the movement, he loops the long strip of silk around her wrists.

He pulls it tight, binding her hands together in front of her. The knot is tight and painful against her skin. She tugs, testing the restraint, panic flaring in her chest, but the tie holds firm. She is trapped.

He pushes her bound hands back over her head, pinning them to the bed with one hand while his other roams down her side. The touch is possessive and rough, claiming every inch of territory he touches.

His anger kept raising. Viella could clearly see in his eyes- It’s not just desire it’s fury. He looked like mad man who want to swallow her whole.

"You thought about him," Dante snarls, his face inches from hers. His eyes are dark, burning with a terrifying intensity. "Elias. You let him into your head."

"No, I didn’t-"

"Liar," he cuts her off. His hand grips her hip hard enough to bruise. "I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it when you hesitate. You think you have a choice? You think anyone else could ever make you feel what I make you feel?"

He rips the cloths of her. Buttons falling on the ground. Then his hand loams over her blouse. With a snap he removes them. Viella cries out, arching her back as the cool air hits her exposed skin.

Her breasts are once again bare, the nipples already hardened into tight peaks from the lingering heat of his touch.

Dante doesn’t give her a moment to cover herself. He takes of his own cloths and throw them aside before pulling her body close, his mouth hot and wet against the sensitive curve of her neck.

He bites down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to mark her, to stake his claim.

Viella gasps, her body jerking against the restraints. The pain mixes with a sudden sharp jolt of pleasure that confuses her.

She struggles, pulling at the tie binding her wrists, but the struggle only seems to fuel him.

He moves lower, his tongue tracing a wet path down her neck, heading straight for her breast.

"This is your punishment," he mutters against her skin. "You will forget him. You will forget everything and everyone but me."

He takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Viella cries out, her hips bucking off the bed. The sensation is overwhelming, a lightning strike that shoots straight to her clit. She could feel it throbbing.

Her body is betraying her, responding to his roughness with a wetness that soaks her panties. She hates him for this, hates the way he forces her reaction, but her body craves the intensity.

He shifts his weight, settling between her thighs.

He tore her pants, his hands rough on her thighs, forcing them apart. He doesn’t bother with foreplay, he is on a mission to erase Elias from her mind through sheer force of sensation.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tears them away.

"Dante, please," she begs even though she knows no one can stop him right now.

He unzips his pants, freeing his cock. It springs out, thick and hard He strokes it once, his eyes locked on her face, watching her fear and arousal war with each other.

He lines himself up at her entrance, the head of his dick nudging against her wet folds.

"Look at me," he commands. When her eyes dart away, he grabs her chin, forcing her face back to his. "Look at me when I take you."

He thrusts forward, burying himself inside her in one brutal stroke. Viella screams, her back bowing off the mattress.

The stretch is intense, burning, filling her completely. He is huge, and he takes her without mercy, splitting her open. There is no gentle rhythm, no time to adjust. He sets a punishing pace immediately, slamming into her with deep hard strokes.

"Who is inside you, Vivien?" he grunts, his hips slapping against hers with a wet sound. "Who owns this pussy?"

"You," she gasps, the word torn from her throat. "It’s you."

"Damn right it’s me."

He pounds into her, the bed frame rocking against the wall with every thrust.

The friction is incredible, dragging against her inner walls in a way that sends sparks of hot pleasure shooting up her spine.

She can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he going in and out of her. The tie around her wrists cuts into her skin, making her realize the reality of her captivity.

He leans down, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing her moans. His tongue invades her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips.

He dominates her completely, controlling her breath, her pleasure, her movements. She is helpless.

The pressure builds low in her belly, a tight tension that grows tighter with every thrust.

She tries to hold it back, to deny him the satisfaction of seeing her cum, but her body has other ideas.

The stimulation is too much, too intense. His pelvis grinds against her clit with each stroke, sending shockwaves through her nervous system.

"Cum for me," he demands, sensing her impending release. "Cum on my dick like the bad girl you are, Amore Mio"

He shifts his angle, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her vision blur. Her toes curl, her muscles locking up.

Her body finally snaps. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, ripping a scream from her throat. Her pussy clamps down around him.

Dante doesn’t stop. He fucks her through her climax, pushing her further and further. He rides her hard, chasing his own release.

The overstimulation is too much, Viella’s head spins, the room fading to darkness. Her body shaking uncontrollably beneath him.

"Mine," he growls, the word a primal declaration. "You are mine."

He thrusts deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and holds himself there. She feels him throb inside her, pulsing as he fills her with his hot cum. The heat is intense, marking her from the inside out.

Viella’s vision goes dark. The intensity, the lack of air, the overwhelming force of the experience pulls her under.

She feels her consciousness slip away, her body going limp against the mattress. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The last thing she remembers is the weight of him on top of her. The heavy thud of his heart against her chest, and the possessive grip of his hands holding her down.

She is his. There is no room for anyone else.

Dante slowly withdrew, his length sliding free from her heat. The sensation dragging a low groan from his throat.

He looked down at her, her chest rose and fell in a soft motion, her eyes already closed and lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks.

She was utterly spent and unconscious. Her body glistened with sweat and love bites. She was covered with his scent and marks all over.

Dante felt his anger finally cooling down.

He leaned down, he dragged his tongue through the mess on her inner thighs, tasting the salt and musk of their combined release.

He lapped at her sensitive flesh with deliberate strokes, cleaning every trace of fluid from her skin until she was cleaned again.

Only then did he reach up to the headboard, his fingers working the knots of the restraints. The fabric slid away from her wrists, revealing the red marks left by her struggling.

He brought each wrist to his lips, pressing a soft lingering kiss against the bruise.

He left her side only briefly, returning with a basin of warm water and a plush towel. The cloth was steaming as he wrung it out. He wiped her down with care, starting at her neck and moving over the swell of her breasts, still peaked from the cool air.

He soaped away the sweat and stickiness, his touch reverent despite the roughness that had preceded it. Once she was fully clean, he changed her into fresh clothes, dressing her up carefully..

Dante slid into the bed behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.

He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with the lingering smell of sex. Her breathing had evened out into the deep sleep.

A pang of something pricked his chest as he looked at the marks on her skin. He knew he had pushed too far, crossed lines that shouldn’t be crossed without hesitation.

But the weight of her in his arms settled the thought. It was necessary. It was her punishment, a lesson carved into her body so she would never forget who she belonged to.

She was his, and tonight, she had learned exactly what that meant.

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To Be Continued