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Chapter 1186: Chapter 1186 Realm
Bella felt split open, claimed, utterly and completely owned in that moment.
Her legs shook uncontrollably, thighs quivering around his hips, and a fresh flood of slick heat gushed around his buried shaft as her body finally surrendered completely to the man who had just ruined her for anyone else.
There was no doubt in Bella’s mind that her husband would certainly know the difference the moment he fucked her again.
Sebastian would feel it immediately—the way her body had been irrevocably changed, stretched and molded to another man’s shape.
She dreaded that inevitable moment, the accusation in his eyes when he realized she was no longer the same tight, faithful wife he’d married.
But right now, in this stolen, sweat-drenched instant, Ross was doing something that made her forget Sebastian entirely.
Pak.
Pak.
Pak.
The sharp, wet slap of skin on skin filled the dim hotel room as Ross suddenly shifted gears.
Out of nowhere, he unleashed a torrent of rapid, punishing thrusts—deep, savage strokes that drove the air from Bella’s lungs in ragged, broken moans.
Pain and pleasure twisted together so violently she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Every brutal plunge battered her cervix, forcing it higher, deeper inside her body to make room for the monstrous cock splitting her open.
She could actually feel the thick, flared head bulging against the inside of her lower belly, a lewd, obscene outline that rose and fell with each merciless drive, proof of just how thoroughly he was ruining her.
Her tight, married pussy—once reserved exclusively for Sebastian’s familiar, modest length—was utterly destroyed.
Ross’s giant shaft stretched her walls to their absolute limit, turning her velvet grip into a slick, gaping sleeve that clung desperately to every veiny inch.
Juices leaked shamelessly down her thighs, pooling beneath her on the sheets, the obscene squelch of her soaked cunt echoing louder than her own desperate cries.
All she could do was hang on for dear life—arms locked around his broad shoulders, nails digging bloody crescents into his back, legs trembling helplessly in the air as the big, handsome man took her however he wanted.
Ross growled low in his throat, a primal sound that vibrated through her chest.
His large hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers sinking into soft flesh as he yanked her onto his cock with every forward snap of his powerful hips.
He wasn’t just fucking her—he was claiming her, marking her from the inside out, erasing every trace of the man who’d come before him.
Each thrust bottomed out with a wet, heavy slap against her ass, his heavy balls smacking rhythmically against her skin, the sound filthy and hypnotic.
Bella’s mind fractured under the relentless onslaught.
Thoughts of her husband, of vows and consequences, of guilt and tomorrow—they all shattered into glittering dust.
There was only Ross now: the thick, throbbing cock destroying her from the inside, the heat of his body pinning her down, the scrape of his stubble against her neck as he buried his face there and bit down possessively.
Her walls clenched and fluttered uselessly around his girth, trying and failing to accommodate the invasion, milking him instinctively even as she sobbed from the overwhelming stretch.
"Fuck, you’re tight," Ross rasped against her ear, voice rough with lust. "This pretty little married cunt wasn’t made for anything this big, was it? But you’re taking it so well... gonna break this pussy completely when I’m done with you."
His words sent a fresh flood of slick heat through her core.
Bella whimpered, back arching off the mattress as another brutal series of thrusts punched the breath from her lungs.
The pressure deep inside was building to something catastrophic—an orgasm that felt like it would tear her apart from the inside out.
Her clit throbbed untouched, swollen and aching, every grind of his pelvis against it sending sparks exploding behind her eyes.
She was lost. Completely, utterly lost in the savage rhythm of his body claiming hers.
There was no room for anything else—no guilt, no shame, no future reckoning.
Only the thick cock reshaping her pussy, the wet slap of flesh, the animal growls in her ear, and the unbearable, exquisite promise that soon she would shatter around him completely.
With every savage slam of Ross’s hips, Bella’s lithe body arched like a drawn bow, bending and curving helplessly under the raw, overwhelming force of his thrusts.
The harder he drove into her, the more dramatically she bowed—spine lifting clean off the sweat-soaked mattress, hips tilting upward in desperate offering, every muscle in her cunt straining to absorb the brutal power of the man above her.
Her full, heavy breasts bounced wildly with each impact, swaying and jiggling in hypnotic, lewd circles, nipples peaked and aching as they traced frantic patterns in the air.
Sweat beaded across her pale skin, catching the dim hotel light and making her glisten like something obscene and beautiful, the entire visual feast turning the scene into pure, unfiltered eroticism.
Pain flared sharp and deep inside her pussy with every relentless stretch—a burning, tearing ache where her body fought and failed to fully accommodate his impossible size.
But the pleasure... God, the pleasure soared far above it, drowning the sting in thick, molten waves of ecstasy that made her vision blur at the edges.
Her cunt clenched greedily around the invading girth, walls rippling and spasming in helpless surrender, milking him instinctively as if her body had already decided it belonged to him now.
"Ahhhhh..."
"Ohhhhh..."
"Ughhhh..."
The sounds tore from her throat without permission, starting as soft, broken whimpers that quickly escalated into raw, guttural cries.
With every passing second they grew louder, more desperate—shameless wails that bounced off the walls and filled the room with the unmistakable evidence of a married woman being thoroughly, irrevocably fucked out of her mind.
She couldn’t stop them, didn’t want to.
Each moan was pulled from her lungs by another punishing thrust, another impossible inch forcing its way deeper.
Her gaze, hazy with tears and lust, drifted downward again to the place where their bodies joined in filthy union.
She watched, transfixed, as Ross’s massive cock plunged in and out of her—thick, heavy, glistening obscenely with her own slick arousal.
The sight alone sent fresh floods of heat rushing through her cunt.
She couldn’t stop the comparison that flooded her mind, treacherous and thrilling all at once.
Sebastian’s cock—her husband’s cock—had always been... fine. Familiar. Adequate.
But next to this? It was laughable. Pathetic, really. Like a timid little worm laid beside a python.
Ross was longer by several devastating inches, fatter by a girth that made her feel perpetually split open, the flared head so wide it dragged against her entrance with every withdrawal and punched back in like a claim of ownership.
Those thick, rope-like veins pulsed along his shaft, ridged and prominent, catching and scraping deliciously against every sensitive fold and ridge inside her.
They dragged slow, deliberate fire across her walls on the outstroke, then ignited lightning on the drive back in, hitting spots so deep and hidden she hadn’t even known they existed until now.
Sebastian had never reached those places.
Never filled her so completely that she felt him in her throat.
Never made her body reshape itself around him like this, molding her from the inside out into something new—something ruined for anyone else.
This was something else entirely. This was devastation. This was addiction.
Bella’s hands scrabbled desperately at Ross’s broad, muscled back, nails raking deep red lines down sweat-slick skin as another series of brutal thrusts punched a ragged scream from her chest.
Her legs, trembling and useless, hooked higher around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as if she could pull him even deeper—though deeper seemed impossible and yet kept happening anyway.
Every slam rocked her entire frame, sent her breasts bouncing harder, made the obscene bulge of his cockhead press outward against her lower belly in a visible, lewd outline that rose and fell like a brand being stamped again and again.
Ross leaned down, stubble scraping roughly against her throat as he growled low and filthy against her ear.
"Look at you," he rasped, voice gravel and smoke. "Taking every fucking inch like you were destined for it. This pretty little married pussy is mine now, isn’t it? Gonna spoil you so bad you’ll never feel him again without remembering how I wrecked you."
The words sank into her like hooks. Bella whimpered, back arching violently as another wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Her clit throbbed, swollen and untouched yet screaming from the constant grind of his pelvis, sparks exploding behind her eyes with every roll of his hips.
The pressure deep inside coiled tighter and tighter—something huge and catastrophic building low in her belly, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out.
She was lost now. Completely, utterly lost.
There was no room left for guilt, for vows, for the loyal wife she was before she met Ross.