Chapter 6: Plunging into the Abyss

The question struck my heart like a sudden, violent crack of thunder.

For a second, the hazy, alcohol-fueled illusion shattered around the edges. The stark reality of the situation crashed against my mind—I was naked on a hotel floor, pinned beneath a monstrously huge, devastatingly handsome stranger who looked like he could snap me in half. The heavy, commanding authority in his dark gray eyes demanded an absolute, unvarnished truth. It cut straight through the wine, forcing me to blink up at him through the silver moonlight.

"I am twenty... Twenty-six," I stammered, my voice trembling as the numbers tumbled awkwardly past my lips.

My heart was hammering violently against my ribs. I was a grown woman, completely legal, yet under his piercing, absolute gaze, I felt like a little girl caught doing something deeply forbidden.

He didn't move away, but his eyes narrowed, scanning every inch of my flushed face, the raw bruise blooming on my cheek, and the absolute wreck of my posture. His dark gaze drifted down, trailing lower, locking onto the slick, shining evidence dripping down my inner thighs. The silver light caught the heavy glaze coating my skin, an undeniable testament to just how completely undone I was by his fingers only seconds ago.

A low, gravelly hum vibrated deep within his massive chest. He looked at me, his jaw tightening into a hard, rigid line.

"Why are you so wet?" he asked, his voice a low, lethal purr that sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my core. "It's as if you have not been satisfied before."

The raw truth of his words hit me like a physical blow. The humiliation of the last five years flashed before my eyes—the rushed, dry, transactional two-minute routines with Julian, the agonizing feeling of never being wanted, the crushing realization that my fiancé saved all his true, breathless passion for another man. I had never been satisfied. Not like this. Not to the point where my body completely betrayed me, turning into a soaking, dripping mess at the mere touch of a stranger.

But I couldn't say it. I couldn't utter Julian’s name, and I couldn't bear the shame of admitting how pathetic my love life had been.

Instead of answering the question, the desperate, throbbing ache between my thighs took complete control. The wine surged back through my veins, mixed with a wild, untamed hunger I didn't even know I possessed. I slid my hands upward, my fingers wrapping around the thick, heavy base of his erect dick. It was burning hot, hard as granite, pulsing with a life of its own against my palm.

Refusing to let him back away, refusing to let the cold reality of the world intrude on this dark sanctuary, I squeezed him tightly.

"Please me, daddy," I whined, the forbidden word slipping out of my mouth in a breathless, sinful whimper. I had never said anything like it before, but looking up at his dominant, overwhelming frame, it felt entirely right. "I want to be fucked badly. Please... just make me forget."

Before he could pull away, before his logical mind could override the raw tension thick in the room, I leaned forward. I parted my lips, took the massive, swollen head of his dick into my mouth, and began to suck it badly.

I was uncoordinated, driven entirely by a frantic, unhinged need to please him, to make him lose control the way I had. I swirled my tongue around the slick tip, taking as much of his massive width as I could manage into my throat, drawing him in deeper while my hands stroked the heavy length of his shaft.

A dark, visceral growl ripped from his throat—a sound so deep and primitive it vibrated through my entire skull.

"Damn it," he roared softly.

His large hands slammed into my shoulders, and he forcefully removed his dick from my mouth, gasping for air as his grip tightened on my flesh. But he wasn't stopping. The last shred of his restraint had just been completely incinerated by the heat of my mouth.

He reached down, his powerful arms sliding beneath my armpits and thighs, and raised me up effortlessly. He carried me against his body as if I weighed nothing at all, lifting my legs until they were wrapped tightly around his thick, muscular waist. The sensation of being airborne, completely suspended by his raw strength, made my head spin. My soaking center rubbed directly against the hard, burning length of his shaft, coating him in my thick, sweet juices.

He didn't hesitate. He stood tall, holding my entire weight, and drove his massive dick straight into me.

A loud, shattered scream tore from my throat, echoing loudly against the high ceilings of the penthouse. He fucked me badly. It was deep, brutal, and entirely relentless. He drove himself in to the very hilt, filling every single corner of my tight, stretching walls until it felt like I was being completely split apart from the inside out. The sheer thickness of him stretched my boundaries to the absolute limit, creating a delicious, burning friction that had me crying out, my fingers digging deep into the hard muscles of his back, leaving red welts on his skin.

He marched toward the massive king-sized bed, never breaking the heavy, pounding rhythm. Every time his hips slammed against mine, the raw impact sent a blinding jolt of pleasure straight to my brain. It was primal. It was completely dominant. He was claiming me in a way that made me feel entirely possessed.

Reaching the edge of the mattress, he dropped me onto the soft, dark silk sheets. I landed on my hands and knees, my head dazed, my vision swimming.

Before I could even catch my breath or turn around, his massive weight pressed down against my back. He grabbed my hips with a vice-like grip, pulling them up high, and gave me a doggy style.

The angle was devastating. He slammed into me from behind, his massive dick hitting my sweet spot with a ferocious, unyielding force. Slap. Slap. Slap. The wet, echoing sound of our skin meeting filled the dark room, mixing with my loud, unhinged moans. I was so wet, so thoroughly drenched, that his heavy thrusts made a loud, squelching sound inside me. The pleasure was too sharp, too intense, compounding rapidly with every brutal stroke.

My tight walls clamped down around his thick shaft, spasming violently. I couldn't hold it back. With a loud, ragged sob, I released again. My climax crashed over me like a tidal wave, my internal muscles contracting in desperate, wet pulses that milked him mercilessly.

"Look at you," he growled in my ear, his hot breath scorching my neck as he continued to pound through my release, completely unmoved by my trembling. "So fucking wet. You were made for this."

He didn't give me a single second to recover. He gripped my waist, flipped me over onto my back, and laid me down flat against the pillows. He leaned over me, his massive chest pinning me down as he lowered his mouth, sinking his teeth gently into my aching nipples. He sucked them deeply, one after the other, pulling the sensitive peaks into his mouth until I was writhing beneath him, my thighs tangling hopelessly with his thick, heavy legs as I tried to pull him closer.

The friction of his rough hair and hard body against mine was making me lose my mind. I was entirely caught in his web, a willing captive to his darkness.

He shifted his weight, pinning my wrists above my head with just one of his massive hands. He looked down at me, his gray eyes burning with an unholy, possessive fire as he lined himself up once more.

"Again," he commanded.

And then, he continued again. He lay me flat on the bed and fucked me badly, driving his heavy, throbbing weight into my pulsing, newly sensitive walls with a speed and power that left me completely breathless. Every thrust was a lesson in submission, a brutal reminder of what a real man felt like. I screamed his praises into the empty room, completely lost in the velvet nightmare, begging for the dream to never end.