Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 61

: Dark Secret

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Chapter 61: Dark Secret

“Can you feel me?” he whispered, his voice a phantom breath against her ear.

“Y–yes,” she gasped.

His touch was light as a feather that danced across her arms, sending goosebumps rippling across her skin. Each brush of his fingers ignited a fire within her, a burning need that consumed her completely.

“Good,” he murmured. “Just relax… and let go.”

Her heart hammered against her ribs. She was completely at his mercy, utterly exposed, and a delicious wave of powerlessness washed over her. She loved it.

She was bent over, naked and vulnerable. Her ass was presented like a ripe plum. But with all her excitement, Bianca didn’t even notice Valerian leave. She thought that the rough and calloused hands that were finally touching her, were his. A moan escaped her lips.

The beggar who was a brute that Valerian had decked out in a cheap, ill–fitting suit, breathed hot, rancid air onto Bianca’s neck. His hands were rough as sandpaper which moved with a clumsiness. His touch was far from refined. It was primal and

animalistic.

Bianca’s whimpers morphed into ragged breaths, a deep “Mmmnh… ugh…” escaped her lips. She was lost in different kind of sensations. She didn’t understand what was happening, only that the raw, unbridled feeling was overwhelming. Her body honestly reacted as it arched involuntarily. Her hips began grinding against the rough surface beneath her.

“Val? Aren’t you… too excited?” she giggled, the sound strained and breathless. But her illusion shattered the moment the beggar spoke.

“Who you talkin‘ to, huh, beautiful?”

The beggar’s gravelly voice was completely different compared to Valerian’s silken tones, and it sent a wave of terror through Bianca. The carefully constructed fantasy shattered like cheap glass, leaving behind only fear. Panic clenched her chest and the pleasure she’d felt moments before now tasted like ash in her mouth.

“Wh–who are you?! Don’t touch me!” she screamed, her voice tight with panic. She thrashed against the restraints, her bound limbs flailing uselessly. The desperate struggle only served to further expose her while her body writhed beneath the beggar’s increasingly aggressive touch.

“Val! Val! Where the fuck are you?!” Her voice cracked, calling out to the man she met an hour ago.

The beggar smirked, leaning closer, and whispered to her ear.

“No one else is here, sweetheart. Just you… and me.” He chuckled. A low, guttural sound that sent shivers of revulsion and terror down her spine. His body was pressed against hers and his weight was heavy and suffocating. The rough fabric of his cheap suit grated against her skin. A pleasured groan escaped his lips as he ground himself against her.

Bianca’s moans were now of fear, pain, and a sickening, involuntary pleasure that filled the room. Her body, despite her terror, reacted instinctively. Her hips bucked against his.

“Mmph… shit…” she gasped, the words a broken whisper caught between sobs and strangled moans.

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But Bianca was already slick and soaking wet. Yet, the beggar was ready working its magic on her dripping pussy. A strangled sob escaped her lips but out of disgust and a sickening, undeniable pleasure. His tongue probed, flicked, and lapped at her, sending jolts of pure sensation through her.

“Mmmfph… fuck… you filthy…” she gasped but the words coming out of her mouth only became both a protest and a desperate, shameful plea for more. His touch was brutal, violating, yet somehow… right. Her hips bucked as a desperate, involuntary response to the assault on her most sensitive parts. She tried to fight it, to resist, but her body was a runaway train, hurtling towards a climax she didn’t want, yet couldn’t stop.

“Yeah, you like that, huh, bitch?” the beggar growled. His tongue darted between her lips, tasting her juices, his breath hot and rancid on her skin. “So wet… so tight…” he rasped in admiration.

Bianca’s moans were now a torrent of raw pleasure that she couldn’t, wouldn’t, control. “Harder… oh shit… yes…” she cried out into a confession of her own depraved desires. Her fingers reached to whatever she could hold on to before her nails began digging into the fibers as she arched her back, offering herself completely to the man who was simultaneously her tormentor and her unwilling master. The beggar’s tongue found her clit, circling it, teasing it, tormenting it until she was writhing uncontrollably, her body convulsing in a desperate, shameful release.

“Cum… cum for me, you whore,” he whispered, his voice a cruel caress in her ear, and Bianca screamed, a long, drawn–out cry of both agony and ecstasy as she shattered, her body spent and trembling beneath him.

Just as Bianca was beginning to find a semblance of composure, to wallow in the shame of what had happened, the beggar lunged again. Her breath hitched in her throat. He didn’t bother with any finesse, any preamble. He simply grabbed her hips in brutal, possessive grip, and slammed himself inside her.

“Whore,” he growled. He began to thrust roughly and relentlessly. His body a battering ram against hers. Each thrust was a violation, a degradation, and yet, with each powerful surge, the pleasure intensified, a dark, twisted echo of her own forbidden

desires.

“Mmph… harder… fuck…” she managed to gasp a shameful surrender to her own depravity.

Her moans became louder, more frantic, with an undeniable, burning need. Her body bucked and writhed beneath him, her hips moving in time with his savage rhythm.

“Yes… oh shit… yes!” she cried.

The beggar’s relentless thrusts continued, each one a brutal assertion of his dominance, each one igniting a fresh wave of pleasure within Bianca. He grabbed her neck tight, just enough to cut off her air, sending a jolt of pure, electrifying sensation through her. “You like that, don’t you, you filthy little cunt?” he rasped, his breath hot and foul against her ear. “Being choked… being used… being nothing but a hole for me to fill?”

“Mmph… yes… fuck… harder!” she gasped. Her body moved with his rhythm, her hips bucking against his, desperate to take more of him. The rough friction, the pressure on her neck, the feeling of his raw power – it was like an addicting drug.

“That’s right, bitch,” he growled filled with a cruel satisfaction. “Open up for me… take it all… be a good little whore.” He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more rapid, more intense driving her deeper and deeper into a state of pure, unadulterated arousal. “You like being used, don’t you? Like being owned? Like being nothing but a fuck–toy for a real man?”

“Yesss… yes!” she moaned.

“Tell me you like it,” he demanded. “Tell me you’re enjoying this, you little tease.”

“I… I love it,” she gasped. “Fuck me… please… fuck me until I break.” Her body arched and her back was straining against the floor where he now brought her. Her need for him was overwhelming and all–consuming. The beggar who sensed her surrender, responded with a final, brutal thrust, driving himself deep inside her and came.

As her world began to spin and her vision slowly faded, a final shudder racked her body. It was a release so profound it left her weak, breathless, and utterly, irrevocably his. He held her there, until the tremors subsided, and silence returned to the room.

And the camera Valerian had planted, captured every damning second.