The Shadow of Her Skin - (EP. 2 END)
Viktor didn't pull out of Lila, not yet. Her trembling body was still pinned against the grimy alley wall, her legs weak around his waist, his thick cock still throbbing inside her drenched pussy. The air was heavy with the musk of their fucking—sweat, cum, and the faint tang of her arousal mixing with the alley's filth. He could feel her heartbeat racing through her chest, pressed tight against his, and it only made him hungrier. "You thought that was it, huh?" he growled low, his hot breath fanning over her ear. "Nah, baby girl. I'm gonna fuck you 'til the sun comes up. 'Til you're so full of my cum you're leakin' for days."
Lila's eyes fluttered, still hazy from her orgasm, but there was a spark of defiance in them. "You're fuckin' insane," she rasped, her voice hoarse from screaming, her red lipstick smeared across her mouth. Her hands pushed weakly at his chest, but there was no real fight in it. Not anymore. "Let me down, asshole. I ain't your damn toy."
Viktor chuckled, a dark, guttural sound, as he tightened his grip on her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "You're whatever the fuck I say you are," he snapped, pulling out just enough to make her gasp at the sudden emptiness, only to slam back in with a wet, punishing thrust. "This pussy? Mine. These tits?" He yanked her tank top higher, fully exposing her bouncing breasts, and slapped one hard, the sharp *crack* echoing in the alley as her flesh jiggled. "Mine. Every inch of you belongs to me, Lila. Get that through your pretty little head."
She yelped at the slap, her nipple stinging under his rough palm, but her pussy clenched around him, betraying how much she craved this brutal claiming. "Ahh, fuck, you bastard," she moaned, her head tipping back against the brick, her curls sticking to her sweaty neck. "You're gonna break me…"
"That's the plan, sweetheart," he snarled, starting to move again, his hips rolling with slow, deliberate thrusts, dragging every inch of his fat cock along her tight walls. Each push was deep, grinding, making her feel every vein, every pulse, as he stretched her open. The slick *schlick-schlick* of her soaked cunt filled the air, obscene and raw, as his balls slapped against her ass with every stroke. "Gonna break you down 'til you're nothin' but my little fuckdoll. Gonna train this cunt to cum only for me."
He shifted his angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Her nails raked down his back, tearing at his shirt, and he hissed at the sharp sting, loving the way she marked him even as he owned her. "That's it, baby," he grunted, speeding up, his thrusts turning harder, more feral. "Scratch me up. Show me how much you fuckin' need this dick. Tell me, slut. Tell me you're mine."
"Fuck… fuck, Viktor, I—I'm yours, okay?" she gasped out, her voice breaking as another orgasm built fast, her pussy fluttering around him. "Just don't stop. Please, don't fuckin' stop!" Her plea was desperate, raw, and it sent a jolt of pure, possessive heat through him. He'd dreamed of hearing those words, of breaking her down until she admitted it, and now that he had, he wasn't letting go.
"Damn right you're mine," he roared, slamming into her so hard the wall shook behind them, her body jolting with each brutal thrust. "Cum for me again, Lila. Milk my fuckin' cock with that tight little hole. Do it now!" Her scream ripped through the night, her cunt spasming around him, gushing with her release as she shattered. The wet heat was too much, and Viktor followed her over the edge, pumping another hot load of cum deep inside her, growling as he filled her up. "Take it, bitch. Take every goddamn drop. You're marked now, inside and out."
He held her there, both of them panting, his cock still buried in her as their mixed fluids dripped down her thighs, pooling on the dirty ground below.
"Gonna cum in you again, baby. Gonna breed this pussy 'til you're carryin' my kid, 'til you're tied to me forever. You want that, don't you? Want my cum pumpin' you full every fuckin' night?"
"Yes, yes, fuck, give it to me!" she screamed, her body seizing as she came again, her pussy clamping down like a vice, dragging him over the edge with her. He roared, his cock pulsing as he unloaded inside her, spurt after spurt of hot cum flooding her womb. "Take it, Lila. Fuckin' take it all," he grunted, collapsing on top of her, his sweat-slicked chest heaving against hers.
They lay there, tangled and spent, but Viktor's hold on her didn't loosen. Even as his breathing slowed, his hand stayed possessive on her hip, his cock still half-hard inside her. "You ain't leavin' this bed," he muttered, his voice a low threat. "Not tonight. Not ever. I don't care if you fight me, if you hate me. You're mine, Lila. I'll lock you up, chain you down if I have to. No one else gets to see you, touch you, fuckin' breathe near you. You stole my heart without even tryin', and now I'm keepin' yours."
Lila's eyes were heavy, her body too exhausted to argue, but there was a flicker of something in her gaze—resignation, maybe, or the first spark of something darker, something that mirrored his obsession. She didn't speak, just let her head fall against his chest, her breathing syncing with his. And in that silence, Viktor knew he'd won. Not just her body, but her mind, her soul, bit by bit. He'd fuck her into submission every night if he had to, until she couldn't imagine a life without him. Until she craved his darkness as much as he craved her light.
The night stretched on, and he took her again and again, each time more brutal, more possessive, marking her with bites, bruises, and endless loads of cum until the sheets were soaked and her voice was gone. By dawn, she was curled against him, broken and claimed, and Viktor smiled into the dim light, his hand stroking her hair like she was a prized possession. "Mine," he whispered, over and over, a mantra that would never end. "Always fuckin' mine."