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- OBSESSION
- ALPHAHOLES #1
- GEMMA WEIR
- CONTENTS
- WARNING
- PROLOGUE
- THE BEGINNING
- STARLING
- THREE YEARS EARLIER
- SEBASTIAN
- STARLING
- SEBASTIAN
- STARLING
- SEBASTIAN
- STARLING
- SEBASTIAN
- STARLING
- THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
- STARLING
- TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER
- SEBASTIAN
- STARLING
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- SEBASTIAN
- STARLING
- EPILOGUE
- ONE MONTH LATER
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY GEMMA WEIR
- OTHER AUTHORS AT HUDSON INDIE INK
“Condom,” I croak as the wide head touches my entrance.
“No,” he says, pushing forward and letting the tip of his cock slide into my soaked core.
“I’m a virgin,” I cry, fear making me tense and grip down on the head.
“I know,” he smirks, slamming forward and breaking through my virginity with a brutal thrust.
I scream in pain, the searing burn so much more intense than I imagined. Without even pausing, he moves, fucking me viciously as his hands hold my hips tight enough to bruise. The pain barely has a chance to fade before his thumb is on my clit and he’s forcing me into an orgasm, my body exploding, my muscles jerking and twitching.
“Good girl, now I want you to come on my cock,” he snarls, tilting my hips and reigniting the sparks his fingers had ignited earlier. I come again with a cry, but he just keeps on fucking me until the pleasure and pain become one and my eyes start to roll back in my head. “Another one, little bird,” he orders, working my clit until a third, agonizing orgasm splinters, leaving sharp shards of bliss in its wake.
My body goes lax, too exhausted to do anything but lie there as he holds me up, his hard dick slamming mercilessly into me again and again.
“You’re not done yet, Starling, you either come again with my cock in your cunt or I’ll shove it into your ass and you can learn what it’s like to have your tight little asshole fucked raw.”
“I can’t,” I moan.
“You can and you fucking will,” he growls, sliding his dick from me a moment before he flips me onto my stomach, drags my ass into the air and forces his dick back into me again.
A pained whimper falls from my lips as his dick fills me, feeling even bigger and harder from this angle.
“That’s it,” he groans, slowly pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in again with so much force my stomach slides farther up the bed with each thrust. When his fingers find my nipples, pulling and tugging, I come with an agonized cry, the orgasm so painful that I whimper with each shudder of pleasure.
His thrusts become erratic and he groans a deep masculine sound as he shudders and fills me, hot bursts of cum coating my sex. For an agonizingly long moment neither of us speaks or moves. Eventually, he slides his dick from inside of me and I slump down onto the bed, too exhausted to do anything but pant for breath. Lifting my hips, he slides a pillow beneath me, propping me up as he moves to the end of the bed.
“Fuck, little bird, your cunt is swollen and gaping, with my cum dripping out of it,” he says tauntingly, as I glance over my shoulder and find him kneeling between my legs, his phone out and aimed at my sex.
“Sebastian,” I gasp, trying to roll to the side and hide myself.