Possess Me (Corrupted Royals #5) Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Corrupted Royals Series by Michelle Heard
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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Chapter 10

Everleigh

I’m struggling to process everything.

This is crazy.

Terrified out of my ever-loving mind, my eyes dart over Prodi, Dario, and the other three men. Just the thought of them raping me turns my insides to stone. Then there’s the threat that they’ll kill Alek and me.

Even though the past three days have been hell, I still don’t want to die.

I’m still hopeful Alek’s father will rescue us.

One of the men watches me with blatant lust, and my stomach rolls with disgust.

God, please don’t let them rape me. They can tear all my fingernails off– just don’t let them rape me.

When Alek reaches for the zipper of my pants, he whispers, “Keep your underwear on. I don’t want them seeing you.”

A fresh wave of tears spills from my eyes, and I swallow hard on a sob as I nod.

“Focus on me,” he reminds me.

I’ve only had sex once. It was last year, and it hurt a lot.

Alek pushes my pants down to my feet, and as I step out of the fabric, he takes hold of my hips and lifts me from my feet before softly instructing, “Wrap your legs around me.”

Oh, God. This cannot be happening right now!

I do as I’m told, and when one of the men chuckles, clearly getting a kick out of this, I wrap my arms around Alek’s neck and bury my face against his shoulder.

Even though he’s spent the past three days in the same clothes, I can still smell a hint of woodsy aftershave. Alek’s natural scent weirdly makes me feel better.

He presses my back into the wall, and pulling slightly away, he looks down between us. Our faces are right next to each other, our cheeks touching.

“Ready?”

I can only nod because I’ll never be ready to have sex in front of five other men with a guy I met only three days ago.

Alek grips my left butt cheek, and with his right hand, he pulls his zipper down. I feel his knuckles brush against the inside of my thigh.

I pinch my eyes shut, biting my bottom lip in an attempt to keep a whimper from escaping me.

When I feel his fingers between my legs, and he pushes my panties to the side, the whimper escapes over my lips. The sound is muffled against his shoulder.

My panic and terror mix in a weird combination with anticipation.

Prodi lets out a chuckle. “Where’s the love, guys?”

I feel Alek’s hardness press against my entrance, and as he thrusts inside me, he brings his right hand up to grab the back of my neck.

The pain is worse than I remember when I lost my virginity. It feels like I’m being torn in half.

A scream rockets through my throat, but my head is yanked back, and Alek’s mouth crushes against mine.

From the intense burn I feel, and the fact that Alek didn’t manage to enter me all the way, it’s clear he’s too big for me.

His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and he kisses me as if he actually loves me. At least, that’s what it feels like.

My heart explodes into a wild hammering against my ribs, and as Alek pulls out only to push into me again, I can only think of him.

For a moment, the other men disappear. Our dire circumstances fade away. My starving stomach and fear of death fall to the background.

There’s only Alek and the feel of him inside me. The burning ache from his manhood stretching me to the max helps me to focus only on him.

The way he kisses me with aggression and desperation gives me a safe haven – a mental place to escape to.

He moves again, and with a rhythm of hard thrusts, he fucks me as if he’s been dying to have a taste of me.

It’s hard to remember it’s all an act to stay alive.

When the men start making remarks in Italian, Alek lets out a growl, and the kiss grows more intense until it feels like he’s trying to brand me with his lips.

Tingles rush over my skin, and my abdomen clenches.

I’m overwhelmed by Alek, and feeling an urgency in his movements, the aching burn begins to fade. My core clenches, and a new fear bleeds into my heart.

I don’t want to orgasm in front of all these men.

Alek breaks the kiss, and our eyes lock. He must recognize the fear written all over my face for what it is because he quickens his pace to finish the job instead of making me come.

I watch as his features tense, and pleasure overwhelms him. His lips part, his breaths rushing over them. The golden flecks in his brown irises shine brightly, and he looks downright frighteningly attractive.

My heart clenches, desperate not to fall in love with him while we’re sharing such an intimate moment.

All your emotions are heightened and out of control. It’s because of the forced proximity and because Alek is all you have in this hellhole. None of your feelings are real. It’s all trauma related.


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