Bianca Halsall.
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10: Is this a nightmare, or a fairytale? Cause there's no happy ending.
"Alessandro, you can't d-do this to me."
"Let me love you, baby. Just feel, it's okay." He shushed me, rolling his hips in and out of me, slowly, sensually.
Oh my fucking goodness, I can't let this happen.
....it's already happening...fuuck.
Alessandro would roll his hips sensually out, slowly, but then slam it roughly in me. It had a pace to it that he was certainly keeping, something that had my toes curling.
All I knew was, my mouth was slightly open and so was his, our bodies were coated with sweat, our eyes were making love to each other. I was bouncing up and down his bed, my fingers where buried deep in his hair. His one hand held my left leg up my chest, whiles the other clenched my waist tightly in it.
I was falling apart, he was destroying me. "Yes, yes, yes, Ahh..." I kept repeating, my mouth dry as he laid kisses on my lips, pecking it quickly every few minutes.
"Mine." Alessandro threw out, spreading my thighs and slamming in a bit hard. He was rolling his hips, doing this thing that made my feet curl, stomach clench and tears slip out my eyes.
It was so good that it started hurting.
"You feel so good, mia regina." He rasped, releasing my waist and grabbing my throat. "So gorgeous, and all mine." (Translate: my queen)
He flipped me around, tossing me on my stomach, pulling out of me as he did so. Alessandro grabs a pillow, stuffing it underneath my belly to keep my ass up. And then he slammed back in, full force. "Fuck, piccola!" I clenched around him.
"Ah... mmngh!" I shouted, pushing my face in between the sheets, my palm grasping the sheets tightly as the other wrapped around his wrist, that he held my neck in.
This.... this was too much.
I started sobbing into the sheets, I was a crying mess, it felt too good, but in the same time, too painful, like punishment.
He didn't stop, he made love to me. He wasn't going fast nor slow, he is pounding and rocking his hips on mine, and I felt all of him as he did so.
Alessandro laid flat on my back, not stopping his hip movement, he turned my face so I looked at him. "Eyes on me, piccola." He said, forcing me to cry out as I snapped them open at his command. His face was red, veins on his neck as he held control.
Our eyes meet and I carefully tried to shut mine before he squeezed my neck tightly, preventing me from putting a barrier between our eyes.
"Look at me." He demands, rocking his hips faster. "Look at how easily you submit to me. How easily I can make you mine, baby..." I wanted to say something, anything but I couldn't. All I could focus on was his hips slamming on my ass, making such erotic sounds.
"... I love how you suck me in those soft walls," Alessandro said, moving to peck my lip. "You look so good underneath me, bella."
"Please, I-I-" I couldn't take it anymore. "...let me s-shut my eyes, p-please." I struggled between moans, my throat dry.
He chuckles. "Don't even fucking try, baby." He refuses me, letting my humiliation go on. How did this turn into this?! Why the hell did I agree! It's obvious I'm enjoying this, but my shame and embarrassment over powers it all.
He was stripping me bare...
... Alessandro is claiming my body again.... reminding me just how badly I need him.
"Aless-..." I gasped, feeling his grip tighten deliberately tight on my throat. I gaged for a few seconds before he let me breath. "...ah, ah..." I moaned, tears falling down my cheeks in waves now, this was insane.
The pleasure was way too much, it left me on the verge of tears....
"I can't let you, baby. I need to see all of you." He whispers, looking intimately in my eyes. I forgot that he turns into a complete beast when he's not had me for far to long.
It's hard for him to stop, because right now all he wants is to possess, control, and destroy. Even though I beg, he will not spare me.
The realisation hits me and without warning... I clenched around him, feeling my peek approaching. It was there, I was close.
Alessandro felt that I was close to my end, so he flipped me back to face him. Letting my neck go, and grabbing both my thighs in his grasp, pushing my knees to my chest, and immediately, he was now slamming faster, and harder. Roughly pumping in me. ohhh-
"Mmgha....ah,ah,ah....Aless-oh my go-Ah!" I was now screaming.
I couldn't. I felt like I was having a siezzer, my palm fisting the sheets and pulling. He was breaking me, I could feel it. It hurt.
...it hurt.
It hurts, so bad.... I can't, I'll pass out.
"Alessandro, s-stop!" I screamed, my eyes rolling behind, eyes shutting. He didn't stop, in fact, he only increased his pace.
"Open your fucking eyes, Bianca!" He growls, but I wasn't there. I couldn't hear him.
My orgasm was approaching. It was hitting me before I could count to ten. My walls snuggled him tightly in me, sucking the juices out of him, milking him. I was milking him, I was spamming, hard. My orgasm hit me the hardest I've ever.
My hips bucked, back arching, chest in the air, teeth clenched tightly, toes curling. I thought I was dying in one moment, then I was floating, I was above the clouds, so... high up.
I heard Alessandro growl the loudest I heard him tonight. "Bianca!" He shoved his face in my neck, biting down on my flesh, biting my skin as he had his own extraordinary orgasm, and I winced.
We were both frozen in spot as we reached our peak. Our body trembling, shaking uncontrollably. Before we collapsed. Alessandro immediately moving off me, and laying next to me before he could smash me with his body.
Silence.
only our heavy breathing...
No one spoke. No one moved. None of us wanted to, I could feel it. It was too quiet, very quiet and I felt the bile rising up my throat.
I was wasted, and i felt my eyes fall heavy, shutting as a tear slipped past it.
"I'm sorry." I heard Alessandro whisper just before sleep consumed me completely.
He just broke me once again...
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I don't know what time it was, but as I opened my eyes, the sun was not on my face as I'd expect. I looked around and caught the curtains shut, signing.
I stayed put, not moving any part of my body except my neck. A blanket was on top of me, and I was in a huge plain white t-shirt that was definitely not mine.
I refused to move. Too scared to experience the pain my body would any moment. As for now, I was numb, and I knew it wouldn't last very long.
I heard a knock and my head turned to the source, the door opened and Ama walked in. A soft smile on her lips. I couldn't greet her back with that. "Good morning, miss. You're finally awake."
I studied her for a bit. Nodding once to acknowledge her. "Hi A-Ama." She beamed, ignoring my dry voice.
Ama walked fully inside. "You look a bit pale, miss." She commented. "I'll bring your breakfast right away-"
"No, I'm not h-hungry." I dismissed, stopping her in her tracks. Ama frowns, shaking her head. "Please not again, dear. You need to eat something."
Sighing, I pushed myself up. Being a big girl and sitting up even if it'd hurt. And surely, it did. I winced as I moved. The place between my thighs was throbbing uncontrollably hard.
Not only that, but my neck, arms, thighs and breasts were hurting. My eyes immediately watered as I whimpered. Ama rushed to me. "Are you okay, dear?" She asked in panic, grabbing my elbow, but I pushed her away slightly.
"I'm f-fine." I muttered, finally taking a seat on my ass, only to wince as that was also throbbing painfully. "I'm not really hungry, Ama, but thank you." I told her in a dry tone.
Ama hesitates but nods anyway. "Well, would you like a glass of water?"
"Please?"
She rushed out immediately, leaving me here. My eyes shut, and I inhaled sharply.
"I'm sorry."
His last words repeated itself to me. Making me tear up again. My heart clenched painfully. My breath heavy, but Ama saved me as she came in just in time.
"Here, drink this too." She handed me two pills, and without even asking what they are for, I swallowed it down along with cool water.
My throat feeling better then it was before. "Thank you." I said but she waves it off.
"Don't thank me, you're lucky to have a man like Mr Esposito by your side. He's the one that left you those." She gushes. "They are pain relievers."
My fingers clenching on the glass of half water in it. I glared at the door in front of me. "Oh really?" I said sarcastically, but Ama surely didn't hear it.
"Yes love. I can see love in his eyes for you." I snorted, so close to laughing but I didn't want to offended Ama.
I rolled my eyes. "He doesn't love me..." I whispered.
If Alessandro loves me he wouldn't have used me like a ragged-doll, like property.
Ama shrugs it off. "Very soon, dear. You'll see what I mean by that." She laughs, and if it wasn't for her bright smile, I'd probably say something sarcastic and rude to her, out of the anger I'm feeling, but I don't.
"Oh, just so you know. Mr Esposito was called to the office. The poor-"
"The poor boy didn't want to leave me alone and so he left me a letter?" Ama blinks, eyes slightly wide as I finished off for her. "... yes, dear." She said.
Handing over a piece of paper. She smiles. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." She said, walking out the room.
I sat there, a bit shaken up and tense. Before bringing the paper in front of me and opening it up, reading what he had to say.
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Tesoro.
I'm sorry.
You must hate me, and your anger is fully justified.
Last night was a mistake. It won't happen again.
Alessandro.
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I was laughing. I was laughing so loudly like a mad woman. I threw my head back and started laughing harshly my stomach hurting. In between my laugh, I started crying. My cries were so sinister and painful.
They felt raw, and it hurt me to hear them. Ama rushed in the room upon hearing my loud cries, she kneels down next to me and grabs me in a hug. "Dear? What's the matter?" She asked, stroking my hair.
She ran her fingers through my hair, trying to calm me down. "What did he say on that letter to upset you, huh?" She wondered.
But I was still crying uncontrollably, hiccuping harshly, trying to breath in between my painful, raw cries.
I cried in Amas' arms, wishing it was Fionas' but she'd do for now. My arms embraced her as I trembled. Letting myself weep for once.
Letting myself weep normally after all this years of pain.
.... .... ..... ..... ..... ...
I don't know when I stopped crying, but when I felt better, I got up on my feet, immediately falling down the bed. Ama gasped, trying to push me back in bed but I refused to. "Dear, you're clearly not-"
"Please, just... let me go." I asked, and the torn look of defeat in my eyes stopped her. She nodded once and I smiled. "Thank you..." I said. "...for being there."
"Oh dear." She said lovingly. Grabbing my cheeks. "I'm always here if you need me, and if Mr Esposito and you ever quarrel again, I'll be here."
Quarrel?
It was way more than that, but I wouldn't tell her that. So I nodded. Ama helped clean me up.
I struggled to get on my feet but she helped, even when I couldn't take a bath on my own. I would probably be embarrassed but now, I didn't have time for emotions, I felt to numb for it.
Once I was in my clothes from last night. I put on my shoes. My body feeling a bit better after the bath I took, although the place in between my thighs still burned.
Ama helped me out the beautiful penthouse, and helped me order an uber, before embracing me. "Take care, dear."
"Same to you."
It took us about twenty minutes to get to my apartment and I was already dreading it. Seeing Fiona again at this state is a no-no, but what choice do I have here?
Once I opened the door, Fiona was already at my case. "The fuck bitch, where were you-" she stopped once she caught glimpse of my swallon eyes from all the crying and limping form. "Bianca?" She called, just as I walked past her.
"Bianca, what the hell happ-"
"I'm not in the mood, Fiona!" I snapped, before slamming the bathroom door behind me. My back slammed the door and I rolled down to the floor, cradling my knees to my chest.
I shouldn't have let him touch me.
I'm such a fucking fool....
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