Chapter 183: Doll
Abby was confused why he was referring to himself as Alfonso, as if he was another person knowing it was just an alias, but she couldn’t voice her thoughts. With each forceful snap of his hips, he seemed to knock the air right out of her lungs, leaving her struggling to breathe.
The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, mingling with Abby’s helpless cries and his grunts and moans. Tears welled up in her eyes from the sheer intensity of it all, not from pain but from the overwhelming pressure building in her abdomen.
Remo pulled her up, guiding her hands behind her back as her body arched in response. His teeth sank into her shoulder, muffling her cries of pleasure with each powerful thrust.
"How does it feel, doll?" His fingers tangled in her hair, his nails grazing her scalp. "Use your voice, come on now. Or you can’t even speak at all anymore?"
"So —good, hurts —so good," Abby managed to gasp out between breaths. Her tongue stumbled over the words as she arched her back, surrendering to the pleasure despite the ache.
He chuckled wickedly. "You belong to me. Mine to use and pleasure as I see fit. Mine to mark, mine to punish. Do you understand?" He drove into her forcefully, eliciting a moan that verged on a whimper. The pain mingled with pleasure, intensifying the sensations coursing through her.
"Are you going to cum?" he inquired, his thrusts unyielding. She felt as though he might rend her apart.
"Will my sweet girl cum?"
"Yes," she gasped, teetering on the edge of release from the overwhelming arousal.