Chapter 177: Please Stop? Or Please Fuck You Harder?

She tried. Breathed through her nose. Relaxed her throat. Let him use her mouth like it was nothing more than a hole for his pleasure.

And the whole time, she imagined it was Dimitri.

Imagined Dimitri finally wanting her. Finally claiming her. Finally showing her she was worth something.

The man fucked her mouth for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes.

Then he pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping.

"Bedroom. Now."

Isabella scrambled to her feet, led him down the hall to her bedroom, all white silk sheets and soft lighting and the remnants of romance she’d once hoped to share with Dimitri.

Now it was just another place to be used by strangers.

The man pushed her onto the bed face-first, yanked her hips up so her ass was in the air.

"Stay like this," he ordered.

Isabella obeyed, face pressed into the mattress, ass exposed, feeling vulnerable and exposed and desperate.

She heard him moving around the room. Opening drawers. Rummaging through her things.

"Well, well," he said, and there was dark amusement in his voice. "What do we have here?"

Isabella’s face burned.

She knew what he’d found.

The toy drawer. The one where she kept....

"A dildo," he said, pulling it out. "Exactly Dimitri’s size, I’m guessing. You’ve been fucking yourself with this, haven’t you? Pretending it’s him."

"Yes," Isabella whispered, too ashamed to lie.

"Pathetic." But he sounded pleased. "Keep your ass up. Don’t move."

Isabella heard him doing something....she wasn’t sure what....and then felt something cold against her entrance.

Lube.

"What are you...."

"I said don’t move." His hand came down hard on her ass. "I’m going to fuck you now, Isabella. And you’re going to scream his name while I do. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To pretend I’m him?"

"Yes....please...."

He positioned himself, and Isabella braced for.....

But instead of his cock, she felt the dildo pushing inside her.

Cold. Thick. Relentless.

"Oh God...." Isabella gasped as he worked it deeper.

"That’s what you wanted, right? Dimitri’s cock? Well, here it is. All inches."

He pushed it in fully, and Isabella cried out at the stretch, the fullness, the brutal way he wasn’t being gentle.

And then....God....she felt his fingers at her other entrance.

The one no one had ever touched.

"Wait....I’ve never...."

"I know. That’s what makes this fun." His fingers circled, pressed, began to push inside. "You’re going to give me something you never gave Dimitri. Something he never wanted. Your virgin ass."

"I can’t....it’s too much....."

"You can. And you will." He pressed harder, one finger breaching her. "Because you said you’d do anything for my attention. Remember?"

Isabella sobbed into the mattress, overwhelmed by sensation.

The dildo filling her pussy. His finger invading her ass. The humiliation of being taken like this.

And underneath it all....shameful, wrong.....arousal.

"That’s it," he murmured, working his finger deeper. "Take it. Let me open you up. By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’re going to be mine in ways Dimitri never claimed."

He added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching her.

Isabella whimpered, tried to adjust, tried to relax.

"Please...."

"Please what? Please stop? Or please fuck you harder?"

"I don’t know...I don’t...."

"Then I’ll decide for you."

He removed his fingers, and Isabella heard more lube being applied.

Then she felt the head of his cock....thick, hot, demanding, pressing against her virgin entrance.

"This is going to hurt," he said matter-of-factly. "But you’re going to take it anyway. Because you’re desperate. Because you’re broken. Because this is the only way you feel anything anymore."

He pushed forward.

Isabella screamed.

The pain was blinding. Searing. Nothing like she’d imagined.

"Too big....stop.....please...."

"No." He held her hips in an iron grip, kept pushing. "You wanted brutal. You wanted to be claimed. Now you’re getting exactly what you asked for."

Inch by agonizing inch, he worked himself inside her ass.

Isabella sobbed, her hands fisting the sheets, her entire body trembling.

And then.....finally....he was fully seated.

"There," he said, breathing hard. "Now you’re really mine."

He pulled back slowly, then slammed forward.

Isabella screamed again.....pain and pleasure blurring together into something she couldn’t name.

"Say his name," the man commanded, starting a brutal rhythm. "Say it while I fuck your virgin ass. Scream for the man who doesn’t want you."

"Dimitri....." The name tore from her throat. "Dimitri....oh God.....Dimitri...."

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POV: DANTE

Dante pounded into Isabella’s ass with deliberate brutality, watched her fall apart beneath him, and felt cold satisfaction.

Perfect.

She was completely distracted.

Which meant she wouldn’t notice the three men currently letting themselves into her apartment.

Dante had timed this perfectly.

His team had keys, copied from Isabella’s set while she’d been passed out after their last encounter. They knew the layout. Knew where to place the listening devices for optimal coverage.

They just needed time.

And Dante was giving it to them by making sure Isabella was too overwhelmed to pay attention to anything except the cock in her ass.

He pulled the dildo from her pussy, heard her whimper at the loss, then slammed back into her ass harder.

"Does it hurt, Isabella?" Dante asked conversationally, like he wasn’t currently destroying her. "Does it hurt knowing that Dimitri never wanted you enough to do this to you? That he left you so untouched, so unsatisfied, that you’re letting a stranger take your virginity?"

"Yes....." Isabella sobbed. "Yes it hurts....everything hurts....."

"Good."

Dante changed the angle, hit deeper, and felt her entire body convulse.

From the living room, he heard the faint sound of his men moving.....professional, quiet, but not silent.

Isabella’s head lifted slightly.

"Did you.....did you hear...."

Dante grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and slammed into her so hard she screamed.

"I didn’t hear anything except you moaning like a whore," he said. "Now stay still and take it."