Chapter 223/Vincetti’s Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 223: 223/Vincetti’s Ruthless Revenge

Chapter 223

Stephanie’s point of view

He paused for a second, his fingers gripping my jaw tightly to lock my eyes onto his piercing gaze while he established a harsh, relentless rhythm inside my pussy.

"Tell me out loud so the camera hears it..." he commanded firmly. "Are you here of your own free will, or are you being forced?"

My eyes rolled back as my entire body shuddered with every deep thrust, surrendering the final remnants of my sanity to the drug. "My own free will... I want you... Just don’t stop, you bastard!"

A sick, satisfied smile spread across Vincetti’s face as he listened to my false confession framed by heavy gasps. But he wasn’t done. He abruptly yanked the toy dildo from my depths, making me let out a dry, desperate moan of deprivation as I squirmed on the mattress, my clouded eyes searching for the heat of his hands.

He grabbed the collar of my shirt in an iron grip, his voice coming out harsh and dripping with dominant lust. "This fucking fabric is blocking the camera’s view of your burning body, Stephanie... Time to strip off everything."

I offered zero resistance. Lifting my arms in absolute surrender, my body trembled violently under the influence of the hot drug coursing through my veins. "Take it off..." I gasped out, my breath scalding hot against his skin. "I can’t stand the heat of these clothes on my skin!"

He gripped the fabric hard and ripped it off me. His hand reached behind my back, deftly unhooking my bra and tossing it aside, leaving my entire body completely naked and exposed beneath the room’s bright lights and the fixed lens of the camera in the corner.

He took in the sight of my flushed white skin, dragging his bold palm over my heavily heaving breasts with a cold, admiring smile. "Look at you... You really do have a gorgeous body, Stephanie."

I arched my back into his touch, my eyes squeezed shut as I begged through desperate rasps, "My pussy is completely on fire, Dominic... Shove it inside me now and end this torture!"

Leaning his body over mine as I lay exposed on the bed, he buried his face between my burning breasts. His lips locked onto my nipple, sucking hard and mercilessly, while his hand worked the silicone toy deep inside my pussy in a fast, intimate rhythm.

A loud, shuddering groan escaped my lips. My hands reached up on instinct, tangling into his hair as I arched my back into his mouth, desperate for more of the agonizing pleasure.

He yanked his head up, slamming his lips onto mine in a rough, possessive kiss. His hot tongue breached my mouth, sucking mine in an intense, greedy rhythm that stole what little air I had left. Pulling back just an inch, his dark eyes locked onto my tear-filled, lust-crazed gaze, his voice heavy with raw arrogance:

"No more plastic toys, Stephanie... You’re going to taste a real dick now."

With a swift yank, he untied the belt of his black bathrobe and threw it off the edge of the bed, stripping completely naked. Kneeling between my parted thighs, he clamped his heavy hands onto my waist, pinning my hips firmly to the mattress.

He positioned the head of his rock-hard cock right at the entrance of my soaked pussy and with one deep, unyielding drive, he buried himself all the way to the hilt.

A breathless, pleasure-drenched scream burst from my lips. My entire body jolted as his real, burning warmth filled my tight depths. My legs locked tightly around his waist, my head thrashing against the pillow as I surrendered everything to the sensation.

Vincetti began driving into my burning depths with brutal power and a fast, punishing pace. His hands gripped my waist tight, holding my hips still beneath him as I squirmed in complete ruin with every hard stroke hitting the deep entrance of my womb.

He leaned down over me, his dark eyes fixed on my face soaked with sweat and tears as he rasped out between heavy breaths, "How does a real dick feel now?"

I buried my face in the pillow, letting out loud, breathless moans of pure ecstasy, begging him without a shred of modesty left: "It’s amazing... Deeper, Vincetti... Please don’t stop!"

He smirked, picking up his pace into a hard, violent rhythm that made the heavy bed shake beneath us. Leaning into my ear, he whispered, "Tell me... Who is putting out your fire right now?"

I tightened my legs around his waist, arching my lower back to take every last inch of his thickness inside my pussy. "You... Only you... Hit it harder!" I gasped out.

He clamped his teeth onto my neck, sucking the skin roughly, resuming his rapid, relentless thrusts that dragged me straight toward the edge of a violent climax, wiping out whatever tiny shred of awareness remained in my mind.

The sound of our heavy breathing blended with the rhythmic, slapping sound of his hips echoing off the walls. The weight of his body pressed down on me, driving into me with a brutal pleasure that made the room spin violently again, while the heat inside my depths devoured every hard plunge he buried inside me.

He leaned his flushed face down, catching my lower lip between his teeth and biting down with subtle cruelty before rasping out in a taunting whisper:

"Imagine your dear husband Alexander watching every single second of this in detail... How is his face going to look when he sees you shivering beneath another man’s dick?"

I squeezed my eyes shut as his deep thrust hit the very bottom of my womb. My mind had no room left for thought or regret; a sharp, loud groan tore from my throat as I cried out in total surrender:

"Don’t talk... Just keep fucking my pussy... Faster!"

A dark smile spread across his face. Gripping my thighs tightly, he hoisted them up toward my chest, driving into my tight heat even deeper and rougher, his voice filthy as he whispered, "You are so fucking obedient when you’re like this, Miss Miller..."