Chapter 120/A Fuck That Breaks Your Legs

Chapter 120: 120/A Fuck That Breaks Your Legs

Chapter 120

Stephanie’s point of view

He stared at me for several quiet seconds, his sharp, calculating inspection systematically dissecting my core and stripping me bare. Finally, the rigid tension across his features relaxed by a fraction, and he cast his gaze aside, stating with flat detachment:

"Very well... I believe you entirely regarding this matter."

He rose to his full, towering, and intensely imposing height from the armchair. He closed the distance between us with solid, perfectly measured paces until he stood directly in front of me, anchoring his frame right between my thighs.

Because of my low, seated position on the edge of the sofa, I was granted a glaringly explicit and highly stimulating view of his dick, which was swelling with an absolute, violent rigidity behind the fabric of his trousers positioned just inches from my lips and my face.

Extending his heavy, warm finger beneath my chin, he tilted my face upward with a firm pressure, forcing my submissive gaze to lock directly into his absolute, stern eyes. He stated in a quiet, dry tone:

"Since you have finally surrendered the truth.... I am leaving you in peace. You may proceed directly to the bedroom to rest."

My pupils dilated in absolute, unmitigated shock, a scorching wave of arousal rushing through my veins like wildfire. There was absolutely no earthly way my body could walk away or sleep while in this highly inflamed, ravenous condition, burning entirely from the inside out due to his severe punishment and extreme sadism!

I shifted my gaze with a frantic, primitive hunger over his bare, heavily chiseled chest, before locking my eyes directly onto his massive, prominent dick, which looked as though it were about to tear right through his trousers from the sheer intensity of his arousal. I stated with heavy, frantic lulls, my voice entirely melting with raw desire:

"No... I do not want to go to sleep."

A slow, malicious smirk dripping with absolute, intoxicating control etched across his thick lips. He unleashed a rough, gravelly whisper:

"And what exactly is it that you desire, my sweet Steph?"

Swallowing against a burning dryness, I bit down hard on my lower lip with a desperate lust that thoroughly warped my sanity. I stated with absolute boldness and explicit hunger:

"I want you to fuck me."

That malicious smirk widened across his mouth with an incredibly provocative, sadistic detachment. He stated with a biting, razor-sharp mockery that shook my core:

"But you deliberately chose deception and evasion with me from the very beginning, entirely souring my disposition... For that exact reason, I will not lay a single finger on you, nor will I fuck you tonight."

My stomach clamped violently, an agonizing, torturous fire consuming my pussy as I broke down entirely, whispering in a desperate, weeping plea:

"What?! But I surrendered the absolute truth to you and apologized! Please, Alex... I beg of you, I truly cannot survive like this, for heaven’s sake!"

He tilted his head with an immovable, unyielding rigidity, his voice cutting through the air with absolute finality, entirely stripped of softness:

"My sweet Steph... when Alexander says no, it denotes an absolute, unyielding denial."

His large hands moved behind my spine with flat detachment. The key turned sharply inside the lock, opening the metallic cuffs with a loud, resounding click that echoed against the walls. I cried out with a searing lump in my throat, desperately trying to evoke his internal emotions and the rhythm of his heart in a frantic bid to break his resolve:

"But you fucked me with a violent, absolute possession that time inside the car, and you were actively whispering that you worship me and love me to absolute madness!"

He didn’t offer a single syllable in response, casting my emotional plea entirely aside as he maintained his agonizing, lethal detachment. My hands were finally liberated from the steel bonds, but before I could adjust my posture or move, his long fingers reached out with an unyielding boldness, sharply tearing the metallic clamps right off my nipples with a dry, sudden pull. A sharp cry of localized pain and sudden, violent arousal cascaded through my limbs against my willpower:

"Ah...!"

As he stripped them away with that signature harshness, he anchored his burning blue eyes directly into my pupils, stating in a voice entirely devoid of a single shred of mercy:

"I explicitly informed you and declared it to your face once before, Stephanie... that gentle, affectionate version of Alex is someone your stubborn defiance failed to appreciate. For that exact reason, you will never look upon him again for the remainder of your life."

I could absolutely no longer tolerate this flat rejection, this systematic degradation, and the intense mental and physical torment, for heaven’s sake! If he was going to arouse my body to this point through these sadistic methods and strip me entirely bare, he absolutely had to finish what he started and quench my fire at any cost.

Comprehending that words and desperate pleas were entirely useless against his unyielding stubbornness and iron authority, I acted on pure instinct.

As he bent his torso down slightly to gather his instruments and return them to the black leather kit, I lunged forward with a mad, all-consuming frenzy. Seizing his broad face tightly between my trembling palms, I crashed my lips against his, kissing him with a violent, primitive hunger and a desperate starvation.

I devoured his thick lips with an indescribable, explicit lust, comprehending beautifully well within my soul that he craved me and desired my naked flesh and my body with the exact same level of madness. But he... he possessed a terrifying level of endurance, an unyielding fortitude, and an immovable wall that allowed him to withstand any impulse to execute his absolute control with freezing detachment. Clamping his massive, heavy palms over my face, he firmly pulled my head back from his features, his dark blue eyes blazing with a suppressed, highly dangerous, and ravenous urge to break me completely. He demanded in an absolute, dictatorial authority:

"I perceive that you are stubbornly persisting with this absolute defiance, attempting to override my explicit denial, Steph."

Dropping my gaze with an explicit, heavy hunger toward his rigid lips and his trousers, I whispered with frantic, shallow breaths dripping with raw lust:

"I want you to absolute madness, Alex... I want you right now, at any cost!"

At that critical, highly charged precipice, his defensive wall and his unyielding barrier thoroughly shattered. He slammed his mouth down onto my lips with an overwhelming, primitive violence and a ravenous hunger that shook my entire existence. He compressed my lips beneath his thick mouth in a manner that completely trapped my breath and caged my soul. A dizzying, intoxicating rush invaded my brain, to the point where I genuinely believed I would pass out right beneath his heavy grip and his sadistic possession.

Pulling his lips back for a fraction of a second, leaving me gasping frantically for air, he growled:

"I am going to fuck you, Steph... but I am going to do it in a manner that will thoroughly strip you of the ability to walk."