Chapter 13 Alexi
ALEXI
Ilap up every drop of her release, groaning at the taste. Sweet and addictive and fucking mine.
My cock strains against my pants, demanding release. I’ve been hard since the moment I cornered her in that maintenance closet, and watching her come undone on my tongue has me ready to explode.
I stand, yanking my belt open with one hand. The clink of metal echoes in the abandoned space.
Iris’s eyes track the movement, still hazy from her orgasm. Then I shove my pants down, freeing my dick, and those blue eyes go wide.
“You’re—” She swallows hard. “That’s not going to—”
“I’m going to split you apart with it.” I fist my cock, stroking once, twice. Pre-cum beads at the tip. “Going to fuck you so deep you feel me for days.”
“No.” She pushes against my chest, panic flickering across her face. “I didn’t agree to that.”
I grab her throat, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make her freeze. Her pulse hammers beneath my palm.
“Your pussy is crying out for it.” I press closer, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. “Feel how wet you are? How fucking ready?”
“We need—protection—”
“No, we don’t.” I tighten my grip slightly on her throat. “You’re on the pill. Have been for three years.”
Her eyes widen. “How did you—”
“Your medical records.” I line myself up, feeling her heat against my bare skin. “I know everything about you, detka.”
Then I thrust inside.
She’s so fucking tight I nearly come right there. No condom, nothing between us, just her slick heat gripping my cock like she was made for it.
“Fuck.” The word rips from my throat as I bottom out. “You feel—”
Perfect doesn’t cover it. Neither is amazing.
It’s like coming home and burning alive at the same time.
I start moving, slow and deep, feeling every inch of her wrapped around me.
“Jesus Christ.” My voice comes out strangled. “Your pussy is strangling my cock.”
Iris whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders. The sting only makes me harder.
I pull out until just the tip remains, then slam back in. Her back arches off the table, a broken moan spilling from her lips.
“That’s it.” I set a rhythm, deep thrusts that make her tits bounce with each impact. “Take every fucking inch.”
“Alexi—” Her nails rake down my back, probably drawing blood through my shirt. “Oh god—”
“No god here, detka.” I lean down, biting her neck hard enough to mark. “Just me. Just my cock splitting you open.”
She clenches around me at the words, and I nearly lose it.
“You like that?” I pick up the pace, keeping it deep. “Like being fucked raw in this filthy abandoned building?”
“Yes—” The admission tears from her throat. “Yes, fuck—”
“Say my name.” I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “Tell me whose cock is ruining you.”
“Yours—” She’s panting now, her body trembling. “Alexi—your cock—”
I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb. The moment I touch it, she screams.
“That’s my girl.” I circle the swollen bud, feeling her tighten around me. “Come on my bare cock. Let me feel that pussy milk me dry.”
“I can’t—too much—”
“You can.” I thrust harder, faster. “You’re going to come so hard you forget your own fucking name.”
Her inner walls flutter around me, and I know she’s close. So close.
“Look at me.” I grab her jaw, forcing those blue eyes to meet mine. “Watch me while you come apart.”
She stares at me, pupils dilated, lips parted on silent gasps.
Then I slam into her one more time, grinding against her clit, and she shatters.
Her orgasm crashes through her, pussy clenching around my cock in waves that threaten to drag me over the edge with her.
But I’m not ready to finish. Not even close.
I pull out, ignoring her shocked gasp at the sudden emptiness.
“Run.”
Iris blinks at me, chest heaving, legs trembling. “What?”
“Run from me.” I stroke my cock once, watching her eyes track the movement. “I’m going to catch you, and when I do, I’m going to fuck you wherever I find you.”
“Are you insane?” She pushes herself up on the table, thighs still slick from her release and my cock.
I grin, feral and unhinged. “Perhaps. Especially for you.”
She stares at me for a long moment, processing. Then understanding floods those blue eyes—equal parts terror and exhilaration.
“How long—”
“Head start?” I tilt my head, considering. “Thirty seconds.”
“That’s not—”
“Twenty-nine.”
She slides off the table, nearly stumbling on shaky legs.
“Twenty-eight.”
Iris backs toward the door, her panties still abandoned on the floor beside the table.
“Twenty-seven.”
Then she bolts.
The sound of her footsteps echoes through the abandoned building—frantic, uneven, beautiful.
I stand there, cock still out and hard as steel, counting down in my head. My pulse pounds in my ears, adrenaline mixing with arousal until I can barely tell them apart.
Fifteen seconds.
Ten.
Five.
Her footsteps fade, heading down the hallway toward the stairs.
Zero.
I adjust my pants—not bothering to put my dick away, just making sure I can run—and follow.
The thrill of the hunt sings through my veins. The abandoned building spreads out before me like a playground, and somewhere in it, Iris is running with her pussy dripping wet from her orgasm.
I move silently through the corridor, listening for any hint of her location. A door creaks somewhere above me. Second floor, maybe third.
Smart girl, going up instead of trying to escape the building entirely.
But not smart enough.
I head for the stairs, taking them two at a time, my exposed cock bobbing with each movement.
I find her on the second floor, crouched behind an overturned filing cabinet near what used to be offices. Her breathing gives her away—too quick, too loud.
“Found you.”
She scrambles up, trying to dart past me, but I’m faster. My hand closes around her wrist, yanking her back.
“No—” She struggles, but there’s no real force behind it. Just the pretense of resistance.
I spin her around, noticing the mirrored wall behind us—probably part of some old break room or bathroom. Perfect.
“There.” I drag her toward it, ignoring her protests. “You’re going to watch.”
“Watch what—”
I bend her over, pressing her palms flat against the mirror. The cool surface makes her gasp.
“This.” I kick her legs wider, then grab her hips, lining my cock up with her entrance. “Watch me claim what’s mine.”
In the reflection, her eyes meet mine—wide, shocked, aroused.
Then I slam inside.
No warning, no gentle easing in. Just one brutal thrust that buries me to the hilt.
“Fuck.” The word tears from my throat as her pussy clamps around me, still sensitive from her last orgasm. “Look at your face, detka.”
Her cheeks flush crimson in the mirror, lips parted on a broken moan.
“See how pretty you look taking my cock?” I pull out slowly, then drive back in hard enough to make her hands slide on the glass. “See how well you were made for this?”
“Alexi—”
“Eyes on me.” I wrap her hair around my fist, yanking her head up. “Watch me fuck you. Watch how your face changes when I’m inside you.”
In the reflection, I can see everything. The way her pupils dilate with each thrust. The flush spreading down her neck. The trembling of her lips as she fights back moans.
“Beautiful.” I set a punishing pace, deep and relentless. “Look how perfectly your pussy swallows my cock.”
Her gaze drops, watching where we’re joined in the mirror.
“That’s it.” I thrust harder, feeling her tighten around me. “Watch me ruin you.”
The mirror fogs with our breath, but I can still see her face—can still see the exact moment she stops fighting and surrenders completely.
Her pussy ripples around me, and I know she’s close. So fucking close.
I release her hair, reaching around to find her clit. The moment my fingers make contact, she cries out.
“That’s it, detka.” I rub tight circles, still pounding into her from behind. “Come on my cock again. Show me how good it feels.”
“I can’t—not again—”
“You can.” I thrust deeper, grinding against that spot inside her that makes her shake. “You’re going to come with me buried inside you, and you’re going to take every drop.”
Her eyes widen in the mirror as understanding hits.
“No—you can’t—”
“I’m going to fill this pussy up.” I slam into her harder, feeling my balls tighten. “Going to pump you so full of cum it drips down your thighs.”
“Alexi—” She’s shaking, her hands sliding on the fogged glass. “We can’t—”
But her pussy tells a different story, clenching around me like a vice.
“Your cunt wants it.” I pinch her clit, making her scream. “Begging for my cum, squeezing my cock so fucking tight—”
Her orgasm crashes through her without warning. I watch in the mirror as her face contorts, mouth opening on a silent scream, eyes rolling back.
The sight pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck—” I bury myself to the hilt as my release tears through me. “Take it—take all of it—”
My cock pulses, flooding her with cum. Wave after wave, emptying everything inside her tight heat.
She milks me through it, her pussy contracting around me with each spurt. I’ve never come so hard in my life—never felt anything close to this raw, primal satisfaction.
When the aftershocks finally fade, I stay buried inside her, watching our reflection. Her makeup is smeared, hair a mess, cheeks flushed pink. She looks thoroughly fucked.
Perfectly ruined.
Mine.
I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy and start to drip down her inner thigh.
“Beautiful.” I drag my fingers through the mess, pushing it back inside her. “You look perfect, dripping with my cum.”
Iris whimpers, legs trembling so badly I have to hold her up against the mirror.
“What did you—” Her voice breaks. “What did we just—”
“I bred you, detka.” I press a kiss to her shoulder, keeping my fingers inside her. “Filled your pussy with my seed.”
“You’re insane.” Her voice shakes, though whether from fear or arousal, I can’t tell. “I’m prescribed the pill, but I haven’t taken it in weeks.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My cock twitches.
“Good.” The word rumbles from somewhere deep in my chest, primal and possessive. “You’d look fucking beautiful growing big and round with my baby.”
What the fuck am I saying?
I don’t want kids. Never have. The idea of being responsible for another life, of bringing someone innocent into the Ivanov world—it’s always been a hard no.
But picturing Iris swollen with my child, her belly expanding with proof of what I’ve done to her, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
“I’m going to pump a few more loads into you before the night is through.” I thrust my fingers deeper, feeling my cum leak around them. “For good measure.”
“Alexi—” She tries to pull away, but her body betrays her, clenching around my fingers. “That’s not—we can’t—”
“We already did.” I turn her around, backing her against the mirror. Her legs barely support her weight. “And we’re going to do it again. And again.”
The image floods my mind unbidden—Iris in nine months, tits heavy and full, skin glowing, belly round with my baby. Mine in the most fundamental way possible.
My dick hardens completely at the thought.
“You’re actually serious.” She stares at me in the mirror, eyes wide with shock. “You want to—”
“Breed you.” I nod in response. “Want to see you carrying my child. Want everyone to know who you belong to.”
“You’ve lost the plot.” She shoves at my chest, but there’s no real strength behind it. “Completely and utterly lost your mind.”
“Perhaps.” I press closer. “Doesn’t change what I want.”
“Well, I’m taking a morning-after pill the second I get home.” Her chin lifts in defiance. “So, whatever twisted fantasy you’re spinning—”
“Fine.”
The word stops her mid-sentence.
“Fine?” She blinks at me, clearly not expecting agreement.
I grab her hips, pulling her flush against me so she can feel my hard cock pressing against her stomach.
“Take your pill, detka.” I lean down, biting her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. “Won’t stop me from breeding you all night. From filling this tight pussy so full of cum it drips out of you for days.”
Her breath catches.
“By the time I’m done with you—” I slide one hand between her thighs. “—you’ll be overflowing. My seed will be so deep inside you, you’ll feel it with every step.”
“That’s—” Her voice wavers. “That’s insane.”
“You keep saying that.” I thrust two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her jerk. “Like you expect it to change anything.”
She whimpers, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance.
“I’m going to fuck you on every surface in this building.” I add a third finger, feeling her stretch around them. “Going to pump load after load into this greedy cunt until you’re begging me to stop.”
“Alexi—”
“And when you think you can’t take any more—” I press my thumb against her clit, making her cry out. “—I’m going to fuck you again. Going to make sure every inch of your pussy is coated with my cum.”
Her legs shake, threatening to give out completely.
“You’re going to limp for a week.” I bite her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Going to feel me inside you every time you sit down. Every time you walk. Every fucking time you breathe.”
“Oh god—”
“And that pill?” I curl my fingers harder, feeling her inner walls start to flutter. “Won’t change the fact that I owned you tonight. That I marked you from the inside out.”