His'(Crazy Erotica)

{“Kitten”}

“I-,”Sophia shook her head. “I’m not part of this world. I’m not a sinner,”

“Oh yes, you are!” He roared and pulled her on his lap, not letting go of her hair. “You were born into this world. Agosti was born into the mafia. Giovanni was born into this world. They both signed up for it,”

“No. You-you’re lying. Mama and Papa worked as-they-papa worked in a bank. He told me so when I was little,”

A laugh rumbled off Chase’s throat. “Bank? Poor little Sophia thinks her fucked up father works in a bank,” He laughed again, throwing his head back. Sophia only watched him in sheer horror. Once Chase was done laughing, he smiled at her. “Your papa never worked in a bank. He did the same thing I did. He killed people, raped women, trafficked people and drugs. He did much more worse than I’ve ever done,”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Sophia’s lips parted. “You- ahhhh,” She screamed when she felt something hot with a pointed tip pressing against the skin below her shoulder blades. It was burning so badly. She didn’t know what that was. “Ahhh,”

“I let them all go through their own share of torture before letting them die. Why not give you yours? But you won’t be dying. It’s only me marking you as mine, hmmm? “He pressed the hot tip of the knife harder into her skin. “I’m only leaving my mark on you, Gattina,”

{“Kitten”}

Sophia raised her hand to claw at his wrists to stop it, but her actions were futile. They seemed to enrage him even more and he kept on marking her skin. “You’re hurting me, Chase. Please,” Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she saw her own blood on the knife he was using on her skin.

“It was always meant to hurt, Gattina. Once I’m done, we’ll let it heal, and then it would leave a scar as much as I don’t want a scratch on this beautiful skin of yours’. The scar will always remind you that you’re mine,”

{“Kitten”}

“I-I can’t, please,” She pleaded.

Sophia’s begging went on deaf ears. “See? I’m almost done. Just the last letter ‘E’ of my name, and we’ll be done,”

Chase slowly took his time to carve his name on her skin before dropping her off on the bed. He dropped the knife and switched off the candle he had used, leaving only the projector.

He wasn’t done yet.

Chase brought a bottle of liquor before soaking it in a wool and pulled her to him again, squeezing the liquor on the injury.

“Arhhhhh-,”

“Shah. We don’t want the carving to be infected, do we?” He asked. “So just keep quiet like a good little girl and let me get this done with,”

Sophia howled in pain as Chase pressed the wool soaked with liquor on the injury. “It’s hurting,”

“I know,” Chase dropped the already bloodied wool on a tray on the bedside table before leaning down to place a peck on the skin there.

C H A S E.

He caressed the skin gently, resisting the urge to just dip his fingers into one of the letters to hurt her more, but he knew doing that would spoil the carving and it wouldn’t look perfect.

“Stop crying,” He snapped at her. “You should be happy,” He pointed at the projector. “Your Nana is happy,”

He still wasn’t done yet. Just a step more and he would completely drill it in her mind that she was his property.

Chase unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants, followed by his boxers.

Sophia’s eyes widened in panic. “Please no,”

Chase grabbed her and pulled up her gown so it was huddled around her waist. He ignored all her thrashing and pulled off her panties before thrusting his length into her. “This is the last time I’m going to remind you that you are my property, Gattina and I’m going to be fucking you tonight like a perfect whore while I destroy this perfect little pussy,”

{“Kitten”}

~~~

They had started off with their clothes but were naked already.

Sophia was exhausted. She didn’t know how many rounds she and Chase had gone but it was tiring.

He had tried different sex positions with her and just like he said he would, he treated her as a whore. He had fucked her on the bed both on her back and stomach, he had fucked her on her knees, against the wall, closet door, window, dressing mirror and literally everywhere in the room all the while making her look at her Nana on the projector.

Sophia laid on her back on the bed and stared at her Nana’s face on the projector, too tired to move as Chase continued his animalistic assaults on her body.

The moment she felt his cock growing bigger in her, her stomach rolled and she milked his cock, her pussy stretching.

Chase’s pace slowed down and he grabbed her thighs, placing them on his own. He gripped her hair and made her look into his eyes, before bucking his hips. “Whose property are you? Tell me,”

“Chase-,”

He gripped her hair harder. “Whose perfect little whore are you?,”

Her eyes rolled. “Uhh-,”

A stinging smack on her ass had her gasping. “Tell me, Gattina. Who is the only person that can make you feel like this? The only man that can touch you like this and not get punished? Tell me,”

{“Kitten”}

“Uhh-you,” That was all she remembered before she passed out, letting Chase do whatever he wanted to her because with each hard thrust from him, Sophia gave up on her freedom.

Chase pulled out of her and spilled his semen all over her stomach before leaning in to her ear. He then whispered. “I made the darned mistake of leaving you years ago, but be rest assured I won’t be doing that again because I’m forever going to keep you here as mine till our last breaths, Tigre,”

~~~

The next morning, Sophia had woken up with an aching body, sore between her legs and a fever.

To top it all, Chase made her stay in a room alone-with the dead bodies of Maya, Alecia and Roman for three good days.