Ruining My Ex By Marrying His Ruthless Father

Chapter Four

“But I just divorced your son.”

Alaric smiled, but there was no humor in it. Instead, there was something dark and vindictive, as if he could not think less of Davian.

“That is his loss,” he said, running his eyes down my svelte flesh. “And frankly, if any man could look at you and choose to discard you…that man cannot be a son of mine.”

He leaned closer, running his nose along my jaw. My pulse jumped with every contact of flesh between us, throbbing with excitement.

“You want me, Imogen. Just as much as I want you,” he growled. “You also want my power, and my money. I’ll give it to you; I’ll give you anything you want. All I want is for you to marry me, for you to become my one and only woman.”

He captured my lips once more, and I couldn’t even hope to resist him.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, dragging him deeper, bringing him down to my level. Instead of coming down to my level, however, he grabbed my thighs and carried me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to steady myself.

“My little, sweet Ginny,” he groaned into the kiss, grinding his hips and thrusting the swell of his c**k into my throbbing heat, separated only by tight fabric.

“f**k me, Alaric.” I gasped into his mouth, grasping at his shoulders, his chest, the buttons of his shirt.

A hand grabbed my wrists and pinned them above me, stopping me in my tracks and breaking the kiss.

“Say the magic words, Ginny.”

“Please,” I moaned, grinding my wet p***y against his swollen crotch. I could feel him twitch at the motion, but he maintained that cold, iron control that I always found so attractive in him.

“That’s not enough, sweetheart.”

I paused, opening my eyes to stare at his. Our gazes locked in a threaded rope of heat and passion.

Even with the near emotionlessness of his expression, I could see what he wanted from me written across his face.

I smiled and leaned in, running my tongue across his bearded chin.

“f**k me, Daddy,” I whispered, putting as much need as was possible into those three words. “Thrust your hard, throbbing c**k into my weeping p***y. Stretch me, destroy me. Make me forget Davian. Wipe away your son’s seed with…”

He didn’t let me finish before he captured my lips once more, swallowing my words. But he didn’t stop there, no.

He let go of my wrists and reached for my gown. The next thing I knew, he was tearing at them with a violence that shocked me, ripping them with terrible strength and throwing the pieces away.

Soon enough, my chest was protected only by my bra, but even that didn’t last long. With a deft flick of his finger, he unhooked the bra, letting my breasts fall freely into the air.

“You’re so perfect,” he groaned and took a stiff, solid n****e into his mouth.

I groaned and arched my back, pushing my chest into his face.

As he suckled on my teats, I could feel his fingers reach for my panties and pull them down.

“Yes,” I gasped. “f**k me, Alaric. Fill me.”

He answered with a growl, and by unbuckling his belt. Soon enough, I felt it; a solid heat, pressing against my entrance.

He paused and looked up, staring at me.

“After this,” he growled. “There is no turning back. You will become mine. Are you sure you want this, Imogen?”

I reached down to the space between us. Still staring at him, I grabbed his c**k and ran my fingers along the thick, hot length of it.

“God, you’re so big.”

Even Davian had never been as big as this. He had been a bit more than average, perfectly adequate. But from what I could feel, Alaric was a beast. It seemed Davian had not inherited his father’s blessings.

Alaric took that as me saying yes. With slow, deliberate movement, he let me guide his c**k into my entrance.

I gasped as the cap of his c**k slid through the folds of my p***y, the path made smooth by my leaking juices.

Alaric grabbed my hand all of a sudden, pulling it from his c**k.

“If I’m going to take you,” he said, “I’ll take you on my own terms.”

With that, he slammed into me, plunging his full length into my throbbing p***y.

“Ah!” I gasped at the painfully sweet sensation of him filling me.

He didn’t bother to go slow.

He started off with a pace that was more suited for a beast possessed than a normal man. He slammed into me again and again, driving me into the wall with such speed and force that my back ached with the force of it and the wall itself trembled.

I gripped at his back and neck, holding on for dear life and he plunged into me.

“f**k, f**k, f**k me, harder!”

He listened to my cries and increased his speed in reply, making me see stars with every thrust into my v****a.

Soon enough, I could feel the heat and pressure building within me.

I couldn’t hold back the cry building in my throat.

“Ahhhh. f**k me!” I yelled, scratching at his neck and shoulders. God, this was so good!

The pleasure built and built and built, ascending into a crescendo until…

I fell. And shattered.

“ARGH!”

I scattered into a million pieces in his arms, and from the way his arms tightened around my waist, he came at the same time too. I felt the heat of his c*m surge into me in waves and ropes, until, eventually, the pleasure subsided.

As we both tried to catch out breaths, he whispered into my ears;

“I want you to come with me.”

“Where?” I muttered, too tired to think.

“To the family gathering. I’d like to show everyone my new wife.”