Marked By His Sin

“Touch me, please” I begged as he held up my head and licked the nape of my neck, I could feel my veins popping from anticipation.

“Tell me you want me” He whispered into my ears as he bit my ears lightly. I let out a soft moan as I nodded quickly like a kid yearning for candy.

He grabbed my neck as he caught my lips with his, he grabbed my butt with his hands and squeezed it hard.

The first thing I felt was heat.

It traveled through me quickly like a flash, my body wanted more. With my lips locked on his, he grabbed my breast with his free hand and fondled with my nipples through my thin dress.

His hard cock brushed my laps lightly as brought tongue down to my hard nipples and licked it harshly. My legs were shaking as they could barely hold me anymore.

I couldn’t see his face in the dark—only felt the weight of his want for me, the way he explored my body like a promise waiting to be claimed. My skin tingled, nerves lighting up one by one, every sanity left in me went out the window.

I should have been afraid.

Instead, my thighs tightened and I shuddered as ripped my underwear and his tongue licked my clit like he owned it, I felt liquid dripping from my already wet pussy.

A quiet sound slipped from my lips as he slid his finger mercilessly into my tight pussy. My body reacted shamelessly, heat coiling low and deep, awakening something fun and slightly painful. I yelped as he thrusts mercilessly but he didn't stop. He touched my body like he knew every secret I hadn’t even admitted to myself yet.

I felt desired, chosen and owned.

“Alessia”, he said my name as he put his fingers in my mouth. I could taste blood mixed with an unfamiliar liquid. His presence wrapped around me like a command, intimate and inescapable.

I threw my head back as he rubbed his hard cock against my clit, chasing sensation, desperate for more but it never came. The wait felt like torture, it felt delicious and cruel at the same time.

My lips parted as I let out moans, begging for more. I tried to have a glimpse of his face—

— then the world became black.

I felt a seatbelt biting into my chest.

Leather scorched beneath my palms.

An engine hummed steadily, dragging me out of my dream like a punishment.

I gasped, heart pounding violently, heat still echoing through my veins as i was snapped back into reality reality, my torturous dream was broken by the sound of rain and streaking city lights beyond the window.

I was in the back seat of my father’s car.

Alive.

Breathing.

Eighteen.

I turned toward the rain-streaked glass, my cheeks looked flushed, pulse still racing. My reflection stared back at me—my eyes looked bright, lips parted and a stranger wearing my face.

“Are