^^^Pt. 3^^^
The room was still heavy with sex—the scent thick, the air warm, sticky.
Her body was draped across his chest, trembling, spent. Her inner thighs were slick and sore, her skin dotted with bruises and the faint red bloom of his fingertips.
There was a faint streak of blood between her legs—marking the loss of her innocence to the devil himself.
Satoru Rei.
The cold, untouchable mafia king who had just made her scream his name into the darkness like a prayer.
She shifted slightly and winced—her whole body tender, hips aching, legs limp from everything he’d done to her.
He watched her from beneath heavy lashes, his arm snug around her waist. His voice was low, velvet over steel.
“You did good, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from her forehead.
“You took all of me… every brutal inch. You’re mine now.”
She whimpered softly, burying her face against his throat.
But he wasn’t done.
Not even close.
He shifted beneath her, his cock already hardening again against her sore thighs. She blinked, barely able to lift her head before he grabbed her waist and rolled her into his lap.
“Wait… I—” her voice was hoarse, cracked.
“You’re not done,” he growled against her collarbone, lips brushing her sweat-slick skin. “One more. Just one.”
He positioned her carefully, lifting her by the hips. She was shaky, flushed, her body weak—but his strength held her up.
The tip of his cock rubbed against her entrance, still tender and soaked with the remnants of him. She trembled.
“I-It hurts,” she whispered.
He leaned in, kissed her forehead softly—almost sweetly.
“I’ll go slow. You just ride me, baby. Let me feel you. Let me see you fall apart on top of me.”
She gasped as he eased her down slowly, her slick walls stretching around him again. Her head dropped back, mouth open in a silent moan.
“That’s it… take it all.”
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she sank fully onto him, her breath catching at the sensation. He was everywhere, pressing deep, her walls twitching and fluttering around him.
He didn’t thrust.
Not yet.
He just held her, kissed her neck, and let her rock her hips gently, slow friction making her whimper.
“You’re so warm inside…” he murmured. “So perfect like this. Bleeding for me. Shaking. Riding me like a good little girl.”
Her breath hitched. Her moans were softer now, broken with every roll of her hips.
“I’m gonna fuck you soft this time,” he whispered, brushing his lips across hers. “But you’re still gonna scream.”
Slow hot excruciating minutes later for Faye.
The room was still dim, the city outside just starting to wake.
She lay across his chest, legs trembling, lips swollen from moans and messy kisses. Her thighs were coated in the aftermath of their second round—sticky, raw, and aching. Her heartbeat was still fluttering like butterfly wings beneath her skin.
But the man beneath her?
Unmoved.
Rei pale eyes stared at the ceiling, glowing under the faint light, still sharp… still hungry.
“You think we’re done?”
He whispered into her damp hair.
His voice was satin wrapped around a dagger.
Before she could answer, he was already lifting her.
“Wha—Rei…?” she barely managed, too sore to sit up.
To be continued
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