She shook her head and he tightened his hand until she could no longer breath. Panic set in and she began fighting him, desperately trying to get air.

He stared down at her and she genuinely feared for her life. He was going to kill her while his cock was inside her. Not just inside her but moving. She realized he’d started rocking his hips against her, gliding his cock in and out while he choked the life from her.

A tear escaped as her vision blurred, his face swimming over top of hers. She tried to pry his fingers away from her, but it was like trying to move the hand of a marble statue.

Suddenly, she felt fuller, like his cock was growing in size. His movements became jerkier, his thrusts harsher. He slammed into her over and over. He stared down at her, his face twisted in rage. Then he groaned her name, and she felt the rush of hot cum inside her, easing his way.

Her arms flopped to her sides and her vision dimmed. She couldn’t think straight.

He leaned over her, pressed his lips to her ear and said, “Give me every name of every dick that’s touched what’s mine.”

She blinked and more tears leaked down her face.

Volkan eased his grip, and she sucked air into her lungs. He continued to pin her to the couch, his cock still inside her. She was trapped and panic overwhelmed her. She tried to hit him, but her arms were weak and all she could do was cling to his shirt.

He kept his fingers around her throat, tightening them again. “I can do this all night, my love. Strangle your delicate throat as you strangle my cock. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for months. I have many hours of this left in me before I’ll come even close to satisfied.”

“Dustin,” she gasped, turning her face to the side so she wouldn’t have to look at him as she gave up the name of the only lover she’d ever had.

“Who else?” he demanded.

She tipped her head back to glare at him. Now that oxygen was reinvigorating her, she felt defiant once more. He might defeat her temporarily, but he would never entirely stop her from being herself.

“None of your business.”

He lifted her off the couch again by her neck and held her up to his chest, his cock slipping from her body as he loomed over her.

She flailed and reached behind herself to grip the couch. Fluid leaked down the insides of her thighs.

“Give me their fucking names!” he roared.

She flinched and rasped, “Just one.”

“You’ve only fucked one other guy?” he demanded and when she nodded, he dropped her.