contract with the devil

The Contract

The ink had not even dried on my signature before Alessio started collecting his payment.

The lawyers left quickly after I signed everything. I sat there staring at my name on the papers, feeling like I had just signed my own death warrant. Alessio dismissed them with a single nod and the heavy door clicked shut, leaving us completely alone in the massive penthouse.

I stood up and moved away from him, my legs shaky. "So that is it? I am your wife on paper now?"

Alessio rose slowly from his chair. His dark eyes followed my every movement like a predator. "Yes. And tonight we make it real."

My heart slammed against my ribs. "Alessio, please. It has been a long day. I need time."

He walked toward me with slow, deliberate steps. "You signed the contract. You knew what it meant. No more delays, Liana."

I backed up until my back hit the wall near the master bedroom. He closed the distance in two strides and placed his hands on either side of my head, trapping me. His body heat wrapped around me. He smelled like expensive cologne and raw power.

"I hate you," I whispered, but my voice came out weak.

"You do not have to like me," he said, his breath brushing my lips. "But you will take me tonight. Every night."

He kissed me hard. There was nothing gentle about it. His mouth claimed mine, tongue pushing past my lips as he pressed his strong body against me. I tried to turn my head away, but he gripped my jaw and held me in place. Against my will, heat began pooling between my legs.

Alessio pulled back just enough to look at me. "Stop fighting it. Your body already knows what it wants."

He unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. His hands moved over my breasts, squeezing them firmly before he pinched my n*****s until I gasped. I hated how my body responded. My n*****s hardened instantly under his rough touch.

"Look at you," he murmured. "Already getting wet for me."

He slid one hand down into my panties and cupped my p***y. His fingers stroked my folds and found me embarrassingly slick. I moaned despite myself as he rubbed my c**t in slow circles.

"Alessio..." I breathed, my hips moving against his hand before I could stop them.

He smirked and pushed two thick fingers inside me. "So tight. That drugged night was not enough for you, was it?"

I shook my head but could not deny how good his fingers felt pumping in and out of my p***y. He added a third finger, stretching me, preparing me. My knees grew weak.

He picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me to the huge bed. He stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. Then he removed his pants. His c**k sprang free, thick, long, and rock hard. The sight of it made my breath catch.

Alessio climbed on top of me and spread my legs wide. He rubbed the thick head of his c**k up and down my wet p***y, teasing my c**t until I was squirming.

"Beg me," he ordered.

I bit my lip hard. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Please f**k me," I whispered, ashamed of the words but too turned on to stop.

With one powerful thrust, he buried his c**k deep inside my p***y. I cried out at the sudden stretch. He was so big. He filled me completely, stretching my walls around his thick shaft.

"f**k, you feel good," he growled.

He started moving, slow at first, then harder. Each thrust was deep and demanding. The sound of his hips slapping against mine filled the room along with my moans. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he f****d me harder.

Alessio leaned down and sucked on my n****e while pounding into me. His c**k hit a spot inside that made stars explode behind my eyes. Pleasure built fast and intense.

"Oh god... Alessio," I moaned loudly.

He grabbed my hips and drove into me even deeper. "That is it. Take my c**k like a good wife."

The dirty words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting his thrusts. My p***y clenched around his c**k as the pleasure became too much. I came hard, my whole body shaking and my walls pulsing around him.

Alessio groaned and kept f*****g me through my orgasm. His thrusts became faster, almost brutal. Sweat slicked our bodies as he chased his own release.

He suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked my hips up. He slammed back into me from behind, f*****g me even deeper in this new position. One hand reached around to rub my swollen c**t while the other gripped my hair.

"Come again for me," he demanded.

I could not hold back. I screamed into the pillow as another powerful orgasm ripped through me. My p***y squeezed his c**k so tightly that he finally lost control. With a deep groan, Alessio thrust into me one last time and came hard, filling me with hot spurts of his c*m.

We collapsed onto the bed, both breathing heavily. His c**k was still buried inside me as we came down from the high.

I felt completely wrecked. My body hummed with pleasure, but my mind was a storm of confusion and shame. How could I have come so hard for the man who forced me into this?

Alessio finally pulled out and rolled onto his back beside me. He closed his eyes, his breathing slowing as sleep started to take him.

I lay there wide awake, my body still tingling. In the soft glow of the city lights coming through the windows, I turned my head to look at him. My eyes traced down his muscular torso and stopped at his left ribs.

There it was. A small tattoo of a dagger with Roman numerals.

My blood turned ice cold.

I did not remember that tattoo from the photos or video of the first night. The man I had woken up next to this morning had it. But something in my gut told me the man from the drugged night did not.

My heart raced with new fear.

Who the hell had I actually slept with that first night?

And what kind of dangerous game had my sister thrown me into?

I pulled the sheet over my naked body and stared at the ceiling, wide awake and more terrified than ever. Alessio slept peacefully beside me, but I knew nothing was as simple as it seemed.