MATIAS

  Her legs are spread wide, resting on my shoulders, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. I savor the sight of her so delicate and trusting in my hands.

  “Fuck, your ass is so tight.” My voice is low and husky as I whisper in her ear. “Do you like how it feels when I stretch it?” I take my time sliding one finger in and out, enjoying how she squirms and moans.

  She whimpers when I pull my fingers away, her body arching toward me. I chuckle, loving how responsive she is. I run my hand gently up her thigh, my thumb grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and she shivers.

  “Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet,” I assure her, reaching for the lube. “I'm just getting started.”

  I slide another finger inside her ass. “That's it, relax for me,” I coax, stroking her clit with my free hand. “Just feel.”

  Her breath hitches as I add a third finger, stretching her further and preparing her for my size. “So tight, fuck,” I growl. “So perfect.”

  Her walls clench around my fingers, and a soft, keening sound escapes her throat. I bend down, capturing her mouth in a possessive kiss, my tongue tangling with hers while my fingers slide in and out of her tight hole.

  I reach for the dildo on the nightstand, knowing she needs to be ready for what's to come. “Time to see if you can take this. And then maybe I’ll give you my cock.” The toy is thick and long, designed to fill her, but it’s nowhere near as large as my dick. I coat it generously with lube, my eyes fixed on her flushed face and heaving chest.

  “Look at me, little rabbit,” I command.

  Her eyes flutter open.

  “Good girl. Watch as I fuck you with this dildo.” I slide the dildo inside her ass slowly, inch by inch.

  Her eyes widen, and a soft moan escapes her lips as she adjusts to the size.

  “You take it so well,” I praise, my thumb brushing across her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you surrender to me.”

  The dildo slides deeper, stretching her. Her breath catches, and her eyes glaze with pleasure. I keep fucking her, the dildo stretching her in preparation. Her breath comes in sharp gasps, her body arching as she gets close. “That's it, baby. Come with the dildo in your ass,” I growl, leaning over her to bite her neck. “Let me watch you come apart.”

  She cries out, her body shaking as her orgasm crashes over her. A flood of arousal squirts from her cunt, driving me wild, but I don't let up, thrusting the dildo in and out, my fingers working her clit.

  “No, please,” she whimpers, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. “I can't take anymore.”

  But I know she can. Her body craves more, even as her mind protests. I keep fucking her through her orgasm.

  “That's my good girl,” I praise, my voice harsh with my need. “Take that dildo in your tight little ass, and let me hear you fall apart again.”

  I slide my fingers into her cunt, curving them to find the spot deep inside her and stroke it relentlessly. The dildo slides in and out of her ass, making her hips buck wildly. Her body writhes as a second orgasm tears through her, more intense than the first.

  I lean down and whisper, “You're mine, body and soul. And don't you ever forget it?”

  Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, meet mine, and she nods, her breath still coming in harsh gasps. I withdraw the dildo, savoring the way her body trembles in the aftermath of her release.

  She bites her lip, her eyes never leaving mine.

  “You want more, don’t you?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she gasps as I push her legs over my shoulders, allowing my cock to tease against her stretched, gaping hole. My hands bind her wrists above her head, holding her in place.

  “You asked for this,” I remind her. “You’re my dirty little whore aching for a cock in your tight little ass.”

  Her eyes meet mine. “Yes, I’m your dirty whore.”

  Fuck.

  My touch has reduced this beautiful, defiant creature to a begging, wanton mess. “Are you sure? My cock is thick and long compared to the dildo, and you're so tight. It's going to hurt.”

  She bites her lip. “I'm sure. I want to feel you inside my ass.”

  “Fuck,” I groan, cock throbbing with anticipation as I push forward, feeling her walls clench tightly around me.

  “Relax, baby,” I coax. “Breathe for me. Let me in.”

  She whimpers, her body tensing, but gradually, inch by inch, I slide into her. Her breath catches, and a tear slips down her cheek. It’s fucking beautiful.

  “Shh, it's okay.” I kiss the tears from her cheeks. “Just feel me, feel how deep inside you I am.”

  I pull back, then thrust forward, building a relentless rhythm. Her body adjusts to my size, her tightness grasping me, milking me as I move within her.

  “You feel so good, baby,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips. “Your ass is perfect, tight, and warm around my cock.”

  I watch, fascinated, as my cock disappears inside her. Her asshole stretches to accommodate my thickness, the pink flesh wrapping around me, hugging me tightly. A primal satisfaction washes over me as I see the evidence of her desire—the glistening wetness of her cunt and the way her muscles clench around me, milking me, pulling me deeper.

  The beast within me wakes, craving release. My breath quickens, and my grip on her hips tightens as I start to thrust harder, faster, driven by a need so intense it borders on pain.

  She moans a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, her body tensing as she adjusts to the sudden change in pace and force. Slowly, I see her relax, her muscles yielding to my invasion.

  Her skin is slick with sweat, glistening in the dim light. I bend my neck and growl into her ear, “That’s a good girl. Take it just like that. Take all of me.”

  Her hands grasp my arms, her nails digging into my skin as she whimpers, her body opening up to me, accepting the rough treatment. I withdraw and then slam back into her, feeling her tightness envelop me, clenching around me like a vise.

  “Fuck, you're so tight,” I grit out, my eyes squeezed shut as I struggle for control. “So fucking perfect.”

  Her walls pulse and clench around me. I grip her hips roughly, pounding into her, claiming her as my own.

  She whimpers as I thrust into her relentlessly. I'm overwhelmed by a possessiveness so intense it borders on violence. I want to brand her, mark her as mine, and leave my stamp on her so everyone knows she's taken.

  Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps now while I have her on the edge of a cliff. I lean down, my teeth grazing her shoulder as I whisper, “Come for me, little rabbit. Let me feel you fall apart while my cock is deep in your ass.”

  Her muscles spasm around my dick as tremors wrack her body the moment her orgasm slams into her. But I don't stop, driven by a need to possess her completely. I keep thrusting, feeling her clench and release around me, her cries filling the room.

  I flip her onto her hands and knees, loving how she looks in this position with her already stretched ass gaping.

  "Get ready, baby,” I growl, lining up my cock with her puckered hole. "I'm going to fill that greedy ass with my cock again."

  Her body tenses as she anticipates the intrusion. Slowly, I push inside, watching as her tight hole stretches to accommodate my thickness.

  “Good girl, that’s it,” I encourage, my hands gripping her hips. "Take my cock in that sweet ass."

  Her breath hitches as I slide deeper, her walls clenching around me, tightening like a vise. The feeling is even more incredible in this position, and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust wildly. I want to savor this, enjoy the way her body yields to mine, inch by inch.

  "Fuck, your ass is so tight," I groan, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again. "It's made for my cock."

  I start to move, setting a steady, relentless rhythm, my hands digging into the soft flesh of her hips as I hold her in place. Her moans fill the room, music to my ears, spurring me on.

  “Tell me you like it,” I demand. “Tell me how much you love my cock in your ass."

  “I like it. Fuck, don’t stop," she whimpers, her body rocking back to meet my thrusts. "It feels so good."

  "Good?" I chuckle darkly. "It's fucking amazing. Your ass is so fucking greedy."

  I pull back, then slam forward, feeling her tighten around me, milking me. I slap her ass cheeks. "Take my cock like a good girl."

  Her ass jiggles with each smack, the skin flushing a delicious pink. I lean over her back, my mouth close to her ear, and whisper, “Give it to me again, baby. Milk my cock so I can breed your tight little ass.”

  My words send her over the edge, and she cries out, her body shaking as her orgasm tears through her. At the same time, I feel my own release building, the pressure tight in my balls as I pound into her relentlessly.

  "That's it, baby, come for me," I grit out, my hands gripping her hips tightly. Her ass clenches and spasms around my cock, and I can't hold back anymore. With a few more thrusts, I bury myself deep inside her and unleash my seed, filling her ass with my cum.

  We're both breathless, spent, and I gently pull out, watching as my cum leaks from her ass, mixing with her juices. I smirk, a predatory grin, as I survey the mess we've made.

  "That was fucking incredible," I praise, running my hand gently over her flushed skin. "Your ass is made for my cock."

  She turns her head to gaze at me over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine, and I see a mixture of pleasure and something else, but I don't give her a chance to say anything. Instead, I force her onto her back and claim her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that leaves no doubt about my ownership.

  "You're mine," I murmur against her lips. "Always remember that."

  She whimpers softly, her body still trembling, and I know she feels it too—this undeniable connection that binds us together. It's more than just sex, more than the animalistic need to claim and possess. It's a deeper, darker bond that ties our fates together.

  Pulling her against me, I hold her close, my arms wrapping possessively around her. For now, I want to savor this moment, this closeness, before the world comes crashing in. But in my mind, I know this is just the beginning. The hunt, the chase, the thrill of the game—it's all addictive, and I'll always want more.

  But for now, I rest, my little rabbit safe in my arms.

  33

  KALI

  Iwake up sore and aching, remembering how crazy Matias was last night. Not that I can complain, as I was the one who asked him to fuck my ass.

  It’s something I’ve wanted to try for a long time. Still, I’ve never felt intimately connected to someone enough to ask for it until Matias.

  Matias appears with a tray of food, a gentle expression on his face. “Good morning,” he murmurs. “I thought you might be feeling a bit tender today.”

  I blink at him, unsure of how to respond. The Matias before me is a far cry from the unjust, savage man I've come to know. He sits down on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing against my arm tenderly.

  “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he says. “I thought we could take it easy today. There will be no rough games, just you and me relaxing together.”

  I stare at him, my brow furrowed. “Relaxing?" I echo.

  Matias nods, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a small smile. “Yes, I've drawn you a hot bath, and then I thought we could watch a movie. You can even pick it.”

  I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope at his words. Perhaps this is a sign that there's more to Matias than the primal predator. Slowly, I push myself into a sitting position, wincing slightly at the soreness.

  Matias grabs my hand helping to support me to get comfortable.

  “Thank you,” I murmur, my gaze meeting his.

  There's a softness in his eyes that I've never seen before, and it makes my heart flutter with a strange mix of trepidation and cautious optimism.

  Matias nods, his hand lingering on my arm momentarily before he stands. “Eat your breakfast, and then I'll help you to the bath,” he says.

  I watch as he leaves the room. Is this a trick, or is Matias truly showing a different side of himself? I take a deep breath, reach for the tray of food, and decide to take this moment of respite for what it is.

  After finishing the delicious breakfast of bacon and eggs, I push myself out of bed and walk to the bathroom.

  As I push open the door, I'm greeted by the sight of the large claw-foot tub filled to the brim with steaming water. Rose petals float on the surface, their delicate scent filling the air. I can't help but marvel at the unexpected gesture, my fingers tracing the intricate details of the porcelain tub.

  It’s almost romantic. Although, I’m not sure the word romantic could ever be used to describe Matias. I plunge into the water, sighing as the heat envelops me. The aches and soreness in my muscles begin to melt away, and I feel a sense of calm wash over me.

  After what feels like an eternity, the bathroom door creaks open, and I open my eyes to see Matias standing there, a soft expression on his face. “It's time to get out.”

  I nod, reluctantly rising from the tub. Matias steps forward, a large towel in his hands. He begins to dry me slowly, reverently, his touch feather-light. The contrast to his usual rough handling is startling, and I’m captivated by the gentleness of his movements.

  Once I'm dry, I wrap the towel around myself, my gaze meeting Matias's. “Why are you being so nice?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

  Matias pauses, his eyes searching mine. “Because you deserve to be treated with care,” he says. “After all you've been through, you deserve a moment of peace.”

  I blink, unsure of how to respond. This softer, more considerate side of Matias is so foreign to me, and I struggle to reconcile it with the ruthless predator I've come to know. Not to mention, much of what I’ve been through has been his fault.

  “I...” I start, my words failing me. “I don't understand.”

  Matias reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw. “You don't have to understand, Kali,” he murmurs. “Just know that I'm here to take care of you today in whatever way you need.”

  His touch sends chills through me, and I find myself leaning toward him. Matias's lips curve into a small smile, and he bends forward, pressing a feather-light kiss on my forehead.

  “Come,” he says, his voice soft. “Let's go relax together.”

  I swallow hard. “What about my clothes?" I noticed that he hasn't worn clothes since we arrived here.

  “There's no need for clothes here. I told you we won’t be wearing them.” He pulls the towel away from me. “Follow me.”

  I follow him out of the bathroom, unsure what to make of this turn of events.

  Matias settles onto the sofa, and I sink into the cushions beside him, feeling his body heat. He hands me the remote, a slight grin playing on his lips. “Choose your poison, little rabbit. But nothing too sappy.”

  I snort softly as I scroll through the movie options, feeling nervous. What am I doing here, choosing a movie with him? It feels so domestic and normal. Except it isn't, because Matias isn't normal.

  Finally, I select a classic romantic comedy I've always loved, The Holiday. Matias raises an eyebrow at the choice but doesn't comment. He stretches out on the sofa, propping his head on a throw pillow, and pats his lap. “Come here, baby. Keep me warm during the movie.”

  I hesitate, a frown forming on my brow. “What do you mean?"

  A low chuckle escapes him as he reaches for me, pulling me onto his lap. “I want you to straddle me, Kali.” His voice drops to a husky murmur. “You'll get to watch your movie, and I'll get to feel that sweet pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.”

  My breath catches when I realize what he's asking. “You mean just sit here with your dick inside me? Not moving?"

  His hands slide down to my hips, guiding me into position. “Exactly. I want you to warm my cock while we watch your movie.”

  I bite my lip as I sink down onto him, feeling his hardness slide into my pussy. “But no thrusting or anything?"

  Matias's hands tighten on my hips. “Absolutely not. You're just keeping my cock warm, feeling my dick in your cunt. Nothing more.”

  I shake my head, a giggle escaping me as I settle into position. “This is the strangest way to watch a movie.”

  He leans back and pulls my back against his chest, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. “Or is it the best way to watch a movie?"

  As the movie begins, I can't help but agree. The pleasure of feeling him inside me and his hands on my body competes with the playful banter on the screen. Despite the unusual situation, it feels almost cozy, being here with Matias, our bodies intertwined as we watch a romantic comedy together. It's a surreal contrast to the tension and darkness surrounding us.

  As the movie progresses, I find myself sinking deeper into the strangeness of the moment—laughing at the jokes, my body growing more and more accustomed to the feeling of being impaled on Matias but not fucking. It's as if we're a normal couple enjoying a lazy afternoon.

  And for now, that's exactly what I need.

  34

  MATIAS

  Dinner with my little rabbit.

  Candles light the room, a home-cooked meal sits on the table, and soft music plays in the background. I almost laugh out loud at the sight. This is new, even for me. Yet, here I am, setting the table and pouring wine like some character out of a rom-com.

  I hear the soft pad of footsteps, and my heart quickens. Glancing up, I see Kali hesitating in the doorway, taking in the scene before her. Her eyes shine with a mixture of surprise, and for a moment, I see the faintest hint of a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. “You cooked all this?" she asks, stepping into the room.

  “I hope you're hungry,” I say, gesturing to the meal. “I’ve prepared—a savory chicken dish with roasted vegetables and garlic potatoes.” It's simple, but I take pride in my cooking skills and want to show her this side of me.

  She doesn't move from the doorway, and I sense her wariness. I get it; this is probably the last thing she expected from me. I cross my arms, battling a sudden wave of self-consciousness. “Well, aren't you going to sit?” I prompt, my voice taking on a harder edge.

 

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