"No... ahh... stop saying that!" Another wave built, her pussy clenching emptily as I worked her ass.
Once she relaxed enough, I reached into my suit pocket on the floor and pulled out a pink anal plug. I pressed it against her hole, pushing it in inch by inch. She cried out, the intrusionstretching her, but her arousal made it slide easier. "There, perfect. Now you're plugged up for me, ass full while he watches."
She sobbed louder, shame burning her cheeks red. "Igor, take it out! This is too much—not like this!"
I scooped her up, her body yelping in surprise. I sat on the edge of the bed, turning her to face Marco, legs spread wide over my lap. She twisted her head back toward me desperately, refusing to look at him. "No! Please, not facing him—at least not this position!"
"Fine," I relented, spinning her around to face me instead. My cock nudged her entrance, and I thrust up, burying myself deep in her pussy. "Now move for me, Elena. Ride me, or I'll think you prefer facing Marco and his pathetic stare."
She hesitated, tears falling, but then she started moving, up and down, hands clutching my neck, face buried in my chest to hide. Her rhythm built, slow at first, then desperate, her walls gripping me tight. I forgot all about the room, about him—it was just her, just us. Her breaths turned to moans, another orgasm crashing through her as she ground down hard, tears mixing with sweat.
"Fuck, yes," I groaned, hands on her hips, guiding her faster. "You're mine, Elena. All mine."
She came again, sobbing into my skin, body quaking. I picked up the pace, thrusting up hard until I exploded inside her, filling her with hot spurts.
But I wasn't done. I pulled out the plug, tossing it aside, and positioned myself at her ass. She winced in pain as I pushed in, the tightness almost too much. "It hurts... Igor, please..."
I captured her mouth in a deep tongue kiss, distracting her while my fingers found her clit, rubbing circles until she relaxed, excitement building again. Soon, she moaned into my kiss, the pain turning to pleasure, her ass clenching around me as another climax hit, tears flowing freely.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I thrust fast and deep, claiming her completely, until I came hard, shooting into her ass.
After I shot inside Elena, I finally noticed the rat watching from the side.
Then I saw his pathetic state—a big dark wet spot on his pants, his face twisted in anger and grief. The pervert had come just from watching me fuck her.
"Look at you, you sorry fuck," I sneered at him, my voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "You're only good for watching. You don't even deserve to touch her—you just cream your pants while I make her come."
Marco's eyes shattered, despair flooding them. Tears slid down his face, but he couldn't say a word.
I grabbed one of Elena's nightgowns from the closet and gently dressed her. She collapsed on the bed, limp and vacant-eyed.
"I'm sorry, Elena." I kissed her forehead, my voice laced with a hint of regret but mostly satisfaction. "I had to make him understand—you're mine, and no one can take you away."
She didn't respond, just turned her face away in pain, her body still quivering from the aftershocks.
I got myself together, stood up, and walked over to Marco, still tied to the chair. A wave of killing intent surged through me like a dark tide. This bastard had seen Elena fuck, seen her come—he had to die.
I pulled a folding knife from my pocket, flicked it open with a sharp click, the blade glinting cold under the light.
Elena seemed to notice. Her weak voice came from the bed. "Igor, what are you doing?"
I didn't look back, just toyed with the knife casually as I replied to Elena. "I'm gonna kill him."
"No, please, you can't..." Elena's plea echoed from behind, but it wouldn't stop me.
"Why not?" I pressed the tip against Marco's throat, feeling his pulse race with fear. "He saw things he shouldn't have, Elena."
Marco closed his eyes, like he was waiting for death, his face twitching in terror.
"Igor, please!" Elena got off the bed but didn't dare come closer.
I looked at her pleading eyes, my throat tightening.A nasty thought slithered into my mind like a venomous snake, biting into my heart.
"Why are you protecting him so much?" I turned to her, voice ice-cold. "Tell me, Elena. Your kid's his, isn't it?"
Elena's eyes widened.
"Answer me!" I roared, the knife shaking in my grip from rage. "Stella's this bastard's kid? You fucking had his child?"
