The Devil's Favourite Obsession

(Melissa pov)

“Still want to leave?”

His voice cut through my thoughts, low and calm, carrying that same unsettling control that seemed to follow him everywhere, as if nothing in his world ever moved without his permission.

“No,” I said, the word leaving my lips before I could stop it. Where did my sense of preservation go? Something flickered in his eyes.

“Good,” he replied, like the outcome had never been in doubt.

The moment I stepped inside, I was in a space that felt less like a home, there was no warmth or softness, even emotion had been stripped out of the walls, everything was expensive just like the man that owns it.

“Relax,” Adriano said as he moved past me with effortless confidence, his steps slow and unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world and nothing in it could ever threaten him. “Don't be scared I won't eat you, well I might “ he said with a smirk

“I’m not scared,” I replied quickly, though even to my own ears, the words sounded thinner than they should have.

“You should be,” he said quietly.

My breath caught, not from fear, but from something happening in my body that I could not explain.

“Drink?” he asked eventually, breaking the tension with a casualness that didn’t quite match the intensity in his eyes.I hesitated, just for a moment, before nodding.

“Yeah.”

He moved toward the bar with the same controlled ease that seemed to define him, pouring a drink with precise movements that spoke of habit, of routine, of a life lived without hesitation or second-guessing.

I found myself watching his strong and steady hands, and hating the way my attention lingered.

He handed me the glass, his fingers brushing mine for the briefest second.

It was barely a touch and yet my body reacted like it meant something, I hated that more than anything, the burn of the drink was familiar now.

“Tell me,” he said, leaning back slightly as if settling into the moment, “what broke you tonight?”

I exhaled slowly, the answer sitting heavy on my tongue.

“I walked in on my boyfriend and my male best friend fucking,” I said.

He nodded once, just a quiet acknowledgement.

“That’s all?” I asked, unable to hide the edge in my voice.

“What would you prefer?” he replied calmly. “Pity?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Good,” he said. “You don’t need it.”

I stared at him, unsettled by how easily he dismissed something that had just shattered me.

“You’re not surprised?”

“People betray each other,” he said simply. “It’s what they do.”

“That doesn’t make it okay.”

“I didn’t say it did.” Silence again.

“Does it hurt your belief in love?” he asked suddenly.

My chest tightened painfully, the question cutting deeper than I expected.

“I don’t know, I only know I'm no longer keeping my virginity,” I admitted.

“That’s honest.”

“You’re strange,” I said quietly.

“I’ve been called worse.”

He stepped closer again, the distance between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth of him, until the air itself felt different.

“You’re trying to prove something,” he said.

“To who?”

“To yourself.”

I frowned. “What do you think I’m trying to prove?”

“That you don’t care.”

My breath caught, because he was right.

“I don’t,” I said quickly, a very weak lie.

His gaze dropped, slower this time, more deliberate, before returning to my eyes.

“You feel everything,” he said quietly.

“That’s your problem.”

Something twisted painfully inside me.

“Why do you care?” I asked.

“I don’t.”

“Then why am I here?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

“Because,” he said finally, his voice low and controlled, “you walked in like you were ready to make a mistake.”

My pulse quickened. “And?”

“And I wanted to see if you would.”

“Am I?” I whispered.

His gaze darkened, something sharper rising beneath the calm.

“Do you want to ?” he murmured.

My heart pounded, loud and unsteady, every instinct warning me, every thought telling me to leave, to run, to choose safety, but safety had never protected me from betrayal.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

"You sure about this, pajarito?”he whispered.

I don't know what the word meant but I love the way it sounds, he started grazing my ear with his lips, his breath hot and minty with a faint whiskey edge, my pussy clenched at the word, a rush of slickness soaking my panties, I confessed it in the bar, half-joking, but his eyes had lit with hunger.

"Fuck yes," I breathed, voice shaky, my fingers twisting in his shirt, not knowing what has come over me.

His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue thrusting deep, tasting of salt and desire, I moaned into him, the sound muffled as his hands roamed, cupping my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise, hiking my dress up.

"God, you're soaked already," he growled, breaking the kiss to nip my lower lip, drawing a gasp, I have never been kissed this way before, not even by Matt who I thought was my soul mate, his fingers slipped under my panties, tracing my slit, parting slick folds of my pussy, I bucked.

"This tight little virgin pussy's begging for my cock. Been dreaming about stretching you open all night."

He yanked my dress over my head in one pull, the silk whispering off my skin, leaving me in just bra and panties, cool air kissed my flushed body, goosebumps racing over my small, firm tits as he unhooked my bra with practiced ease, my nipples stood instantly, dark pink and aching. Adriano groaned, palming one breast, thumb rolling the peak while his mouth latched onto the other, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, the pull shot straight to my clit, a throb that made my thighs slick with arousal.

"These perfect tits," he rasped against my skin, the vibration humming through me. "Gonna mark them up, make you remember who ruined you first."

I arched, my fingers tangling in his thick hair, the faint stubble on his jaw scraping my belly as he dropped lower, shoving my panties down her legs, I kicked them off, bare now, vulnerable under the city lights.

Adriano stripped fast, shirt buttons popping, revealing a chiseled chest dusted with dark hair, abs flexing with tattoos covering every part. It made me more hornier, I never knew I had a thing for tattoos , his cock sprang free, thick and veined, at least nine inches, the head flushed purple and glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered, with a mix of fear and feral want. It's huge. It'll split me, but the thought only made me drip more, he fisted it, stroking slow, the slick sound, punctuating his words.

"On your knees, pajarito. Suck this cock like the needy slut you're turning into."

I dropped, my knees hitting the plush rug, the fibers soft against my skin, up close, his cock smelled of clean musk and salt, heavy balls drawn tight below, hesitant at first, I licked the slit, salty pre-cum bursting on my tongue, he hissed, his hips jerking.

"Fuck, yeah, take it deeper." Gripping my hair, he guided me, inch by inch past my lips, stretching my jaw, I gagged as the head hit my throat, drool spilling down my chin, but the burn fueled me. Bobbing, I sunken my cheeks, tongue swirling the underside vein, his groans rumbling above me like thunder.

"Good girl, choking on a stranger cock. Your virgin throat's tighter than your pussy's gonna be."

Minutes blurred, saliva-slick suction, his praises filthy and relentless, until he hauled me up, tossing me onto the bed, the sheets were cool Egyptian cotton, cradling my back as he climbed over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide and exposed, my pussy lips parted, he dragged his cock through my folds, coating himself in my juices, the drag teasing my entrance.

"Beg for it," he demanded, the tip of his cock nudging my hole, stretching just the entrance.

"Please," I whimpered, hips lifting. "Fuck me. Ruin my virgin pussy with that big cock."

He thrust in slow, deliberate, first inch breaching my opening, burning stretch making me cry out, wet heat enveloped him, my inner muscles rippling in protest and bliss, halfway in, he paused, sweat beading on his brow, as if he was holding back So he won't hurt me

"So fucking tight, gripping me like a vice."

Then deeper, bottoming out, balls slapping my ass, the fullness of his cock overwhelmed me, every length of it pulsing inside my pussy, he held still, letting me adjust, kissing my neck, sucking bruises while his hand found my clit, circling firm. Sparks ignited, easing the pain into pleasure.

"Move," I gasped, nails raking his back, he did, pulling back, slamming in, the bedframe creaking under the force, skin slapped skin, wet and rhythmic, my pussy tightened around him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging harder.

"Like that? Pound this cunt," he grunted, angle shifting to hit my g-spot with every plunge, pressure coiled low, building fast, his mouth claimed mine again, the taste of my own pussy on him from earlier licks.

"Gonna fill you up, breed this virgin hole. Make you cum on my cock first time."

I shattered, my orgasm ripping through, my pussy walls spasming, milking him as I screamed his name. Juices gushed, soaking his balls, the scent heavenly. He fucked me through it relentlessly, I thought I was dying then he flipped me onto all fours. Ass up, face down in the pillows, he re-entered from behind, deeper, the new angle grinding my clit against the sheets.

“I can't” I screamed

"You can take it pajarito," he snarled, spanking my ass, the sharp sting increased my heat. Red handprint bloomed, skin tingling, I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, tits swinging, nipples dragging fabric.

Wild now, he gripped my hips, railing into me crazily and unhinged, bed shaking. "Your pussy's mine now. Dripping, ruined for anyone else." Sweat slicked our bodies, sliding together, the slap louder, faster. My second climax built, clit throbbing under his reaching fingers. "Cum again, squeeze my cock." He commanded, and I did, my vision blurring, body convulsing as he roared, burying deep, hot spurts flooding inside me and leaking out causing sticky trails down my thighs.

We collapsed, panting, his weight comforting. But he wasn't done, his cock was still twitching inside me, hardening again.

"Round two, pajarito”. Gonna fuck you all night." He whispered like a promise.