Claimed

24. Losing it to the Devil

Chapter twenty-four

Losing it to the Devil

Gianni had my thighs spread and his cock pointed towards my pussy.

If he pushed in. . .that would be the end of my virginity.

This new reality washed over all the fantasies I’d ever had about the moment I would lose my virginity—fantasies that were now as fragile as glass, shattered under the weight of Gianni’s intense gaze and the heat of his body pressing down on mine.

I had imagined losing my virginity so many times before.

Each scenario was different. They were romantic, bathed in soft candlelight and gentle touches.

I had always thought it would be with someone kind, someone who would take his time, who would cherish me and make me feel like I was the only woman in the world. But deep down, I had always been scared—scared of the vulnerability, scared of the intimacy, scared of giving away something that I had held onto for so long.

I was inexperienced with guys, always too nervous to take that the first step.

Sure, there had been awkward dates at school and a stolen kiss or two during a party in the dark, but it never went beyond that.

It could have been other reasons too.

The first boy I’d ever kissed had gone missing. That sort of traumatized me from ever really pursuing something with guys for years.

There was always something holding me back, a gut feeling that I wasn’t ready, that the time wasn’t right.

Also, I could not forget the fact that my stepfather had people working in the background, pulling strings, keeping most guys away.

I could see it so clearly now—the way dates would mysteriously cancel, how potential boyfriends would suddenly lose interest or move out of town, and how I was always left alone at the end of the night.

And here I was, about to lose my virginity to the devil.

A part of me should have been terrified, and I was—but not in the way I had always imagined. The fear wasn’t from the act itself, but from the power Gianni held over me.

The power he was about to cement in the most intimate way possible.

Gianni wasn’t just taking my virginity; he was claiming it, making sure I would never forget who had been my first, who had broken through all those walls I had carefully built around myself.

It was twisted.

Wrong.

Everything I had never wanted—and yet, in this moment, it felt like the only thing that made sense.

Am I going crazy? Because. . .I like that it will be him who takes it.

The very thought shot a shiver of dark pleasure through me.

Gianni was everything I had feared and desired, a man who held power over life and death, who could be tender one moment and brutal the next.

He was dangerous.

Unpredictable.

And utterly captivating.

If anyone was going to break me, to take what I had guarded so fiercely, it would truly be him.

No one else could have made this moment feel as monumental—as earth-shattering—as he was about to.

The little fantasies I had crafted over the years now seemed laughable.

Soft words, gentle touches—those things had no place here.

Gianni was too raw.

Too primal.

And as Gianni hovered over me, his gaze dark and possessive, I knew that after this, I would never be the same.

I would belong to him in a way that no one else ever could.

All of this made me realize this simple fact that I desperately wanted him to take my virginity.

I could feel the truth of it in every part of me, a need so intense it made my breath catch, made my heart race. I was on the cliff’s edge of something terrifying and exhilarating, and I wanted to jump out into the abyss.

To feel my body, fall and soar, all at the same time.

My head spun.

I gazed up at Gianni, meeting his eyes with a mix of defiance and surrender.

I wasn’t just losing my virginity.

I was giving it to him.

Surely, the devil might think he was taking it, but in my heart, I knew the truth.

I was choosing this.

I was choosing him.

And that realization made me feel powerful, even in my body’s erotic helplessness.

Gianni curved his lips into a dark smile, as if he could sense the shift in me.

As if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

He got completely over me now, putting us face to face as he hovered that big body over mine. “This moment right here is about your understanding something very important.”

I trembled. “And what is that?”

“You’re mine, Princess. No one else will ever have you.”

It shouldn’t have happened, but this dark thrill pulsed through me.

And it was the certainty in his voice.

The absolute possession.

It all gave me this dark, twisted pleasure.

I had always thought that love was the ultimate connection between two people—a bond built on mutual respect, affection, and care.

But what Gianni was offering me wasn’t just love.

It was something much darker.

Much more primal.

It was utter, obsessive possession.

And as I lay there, pinned beneath his weight, with his cock poised to take what no one else ever had, I realized that this kind of possession was a different kind of connection.

A stronger one, perhaps.

More intense.

More consuming.

It wasn’t just about being cherished.

It was about being owned.

Is that better than love?

Love could be gentle.

Forgiving.

But, it could also be fickle.

Fleeting.

Possession, on the other hand, was absolute.

Unyielding.

Unwavering.

There was no room for doubt, no space for hesitation. Gianni wasn’t offering me a place in his heart; he was claiming my entire existence , making me his in a way that no one else ever could.

And I fucking liked it.

This wicked, hidden part of me, relished in it.

Now it wasn’t just about losing my virginity anymore. It was about surrendering to something greater than myself.

Something darker.

Something more powerful.

The fantasies I had once held onto, those dreams of soft touches were the fantasies of a girl who didn’t know what she really wanted.

But now I knew what I wanted.

I wanted to be his.

Completely.

Utterly.

“Right now. . .Daddy’s going to ruin you, and you’re going to love every second of it, aren’t you?” He leaned in closer and captured my mouth in an earth-shattering kiss. His lips—soft, full, and demanding—savored me. That tongue explored my mouth with urgency as if he were a man starved for the taste of me.

Again, it wasn’t just a kiss.

It was another one of his claims.

And he moved his mouth in this sensual rhythm, pushing me deeper into a vortex of haunting erotic sensation.

My body heated even more, until I was sure I was beginning to sweat.

The air crackled with our passion.

This electric almost poetic current flowed from his lips to mine, binding us together.

And all I could do was fully submit to the kiss, to the power he held over me, letting myself be consumed by the possessive depths of his need, the sheer brutally beautiful force of his desire.

And as his kiss deepened, Gianni positioned his cock at my pussy’s entrance. I could feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my wet opening.

I shuddered.

Slowly, he pulled away from my lips. “Are you ready, Princess?”

Shivering, I whispered, “Yes.”

He pushed his cock barely an inch into me, and I bit my lip.

My breath caught in my throat.

He seared me with his gaze. “You're mine, Princess. Every part of you belongs to Daddy.”

“I’m. . .yours,” I breathed out, feeling the words carve themself into my very soul, branding me as his and only his.

His gaze flared with this feral sort of satisfaction, and then slowly he pushed his cock further into me.

I gasped.

The intrusion was painful yet pleasureful—a bittersweet sensation that was all too consuming.

My instinct was to pull away, but Gianni simply held me tighter, his hands gripping my hips with bruising strength.

“Relax, Princess,” he coaxed, and his voice was soothing despite the carnal hunger in his gaze. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

His reassurances did little to calm the nerves racking through my body. But there was something reassuring about the firmness in his hold—something comforting in the way he wasn’t rushing things, just pushing slowly, inch by thick inch.

My heart hammered in my chest.

I took deep breaths, trying to adjust to his size as he eased himself further into me.

“Oh.” I shivered.

“There you go, Princess. Take all of me.”

I parted my lips, so shocked at the feel of him actually inside my body.

Then, he began moving inside of me, truly inside me, in a way that felt as if he were reaching into the very core of who I was.

Claiming not just my body, but my spirit, and intertwining it with his own.

I could already feel a shift within myself, a melding of something deeper than just flesh.

Was this what it felt like to be truly claimed by someone?

To have their essence become a part of you?

It terrified and excited me all at the same time.

My breath came in shallow, rapid gasps as my pussy took more of his cock.

Would my body be changed after this?

Would the fact that he had been inside me, that he had marked me in this way, leave a permanent imprint in every cell of my body?

It felt as though his very presence was being etched into my soul, leaving marks that would never fade.

And what about my hormones?

Our merging energies?

How much of us was uniting together as one?

Would his energy stay with me, even after he pulled away?

Would I carry a piece of him inside me, woven into the very fabric of who I was?

Gianni’s gaze never left mine as if he could feel the same things I was feeling. As if he knew the effect he was having on me, the way he was changing me, altering the very course of my life with his slow thrusts.

“How do you feel, Princess?”

I panted. “I. . .I like it.”

“Mmmm.” A deep growl left him. “Do you want more of Daddy’s cock?”

“Please.”

I could feel the connection between us deepening.

And then he pushed deeper, and his breath was hot against my skin.

I shivered. “Oh.”

And then, with one last push, Gianni’s cock was fully enveloped by my pussy, claiming the last remaining shred of my innocence.

I wished that damn belt hadn’t bound my wrists because for some reason I wanted to cling to him.

He started moving then—slow and steady at first until he found a rhythm that had us both gasping for breath.

The pain soon ebbed away, and it was replaced by a burgeoning delight so intense, yet surreal that I thought I might explode right there in that bed.

He slipped in and out of me, so slow, so sensual, and then he began rubbing my clit with the rhythm.

I writhed in sensual joy.

Gianni watched me closely, his gaze locked on my face as he moved inside me, his expression dark and hungry. “That’s it, Princess. Take it. Take all of me.”

I closed my eyes to anchor myself to the moment, and there were sparks behind my eyelids each time he hit deep inside me.

“Open those eyes right now.”

I shivered.

“Look at me when I take you, Princess. I want to see those eyes when you know you're mine.”

Moaning, I opened my eyes.

Slowly pumping into my pussy while caressing my clit with feathery strokes, he whispered against my lips. “Do you like it, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Oh, Princess.” A low groan vibrated from his chest. “I love the way you tremble for me.”

“Oh.”

“It’s like you were made for Daddy.” His other hand gripped my hip, and he dug those fingers into my flesh as he set a relentless pace that had me on the edge of something powerful.

Something big that was building in the pit of my stomach.

A sensation I'd never felt before, not even when I would touch myself. “You’d do anything for Daddy, wouldn’t you? Even if it means surrendering this pussy.”

“Yes.”

And as those fingers dug deeper, I knew I would be marked by him.

His claim would be visible on my skin.

But I didn’t care.

This time, I wanted those marks.

“You’re mine to protect, to cherish, and to own, Princess. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Groaning, he ground his hips into mine, and then slowly pulled his cock all the way out only to tenderly slam back in again. “Be a good girl and take everything Daddy gives you.”

“Oh!”

Each motion was more arousing than the last.

Soon, I was twisting against that belt trying to get free.

“Your pussy’s so good, I’m forgetting that I’m supposed to be punishing you.”

“Don’t punish me. . .” I panted. “Just make me cum.”

He growled low and the sound vibrated all the way down to my bones. “You’re so tight, so perfect for Daddy. I love how your sweet, wet pussy grips me.”

Soon, Gianni wasn’t just fucking my pussy, he was reshaping my soul. Like all the jagged edges inside of my spirit were being ironed out by the rhythmic pulsing of his thick cock inside my walls.

And I was lost in it.

Lost in the rhythm of his body.

Lost in his twisted power.

Lost in him.

Every thrust brought me closer to the edge of ecstasy that I craved—no, needed. His cock was stretching me in ways that took my breath away, filling me with his essence, intertwining our bodies and spirits as one.

This primal dance.

This orchestra of pleasure.

He groaned. “Every inch of this pussy belongs to Daddy.”

“Oh.”

He murmured into my ear, simultaneously driving his cock deeper into my core. “Let Daddy make you feel good.”

Those words sent sensual shivers of erotic pleasure down my spine and goosebumps erupting all over my skin.

I opened my eyes and through the veil of lust clouding my vision, I managed to catch sight of Gianni—his handsome face contorted with pleasure, his eyes locked onto mine as if they contained all the secrets of the universe he wanted to violently unravel.

The sense of intimacy in his gaze.

It all rocked my heart.

While our bodies were immersed in this wild, carnal dance, our souls were engaged in a waltz of passionate love.

This was nothing like the fantasies I had once held onto.

This was a beautifully twisted reality.

Raw.

Intense.

Unscripted.

Full of passion.

Full of love.

But most of all drowning in brutal possession.

Gianni was my reality.

The devil was taking what was his, and I would not fight it.

His gaze pierced me.

My breath came in shallow, rapid gasps.

“Let go, baby girl.”

I shivered.

“Let Daddy take you where you’ve never been before.”

A tear slipped down my cheek, not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all—his words, his touch, the way he filled me with his cock so completely.

I had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet so. . .connected to someone in my entire life.

I moaned and lifted my hips to meet his thrusts.

The pleasure was building—a slow, burning heat that spread through me like a rising wildfire, consuming everything in its path.

It started deep within my core.

It was just a flicker of warmth that grew with each stroke, each of his words until it was an inferno, blazing through my veins.

Igniting every nerve.

Burning all of me.

I was nothing but sensation.

Flames of desire licked and lapped at my flesh.

And the more he pumped his big cock into me, the more it fed the blaze and fanned the embers into roaring erotic destruction.

“Gianni!” I arched up, deliciously burning in the fire. “Oh God!”

I came so hard that I fucking screamed some more and didn’t even know what words left me. It was hard to hear myself over his loud growling, telling me that he loved watching me break before him.

That orgasm ripped through me, and I could not tell you how long I rode the ecstasy, just that I felt like I was in this blissful cloud, floating and vibrating all at the same time.

“Yes, Princess.” Gianni groaned and let go of my clit.

I could feel the tension in him, the way his muscles tightened, his grip on my hip becoming almost desperate as he pushed deeper inside me.

His movements grew erratic, each thrust more forceful, more insistent, as if he was losing control, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body too.

With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his entire body shuddering as he released a low, guttural moan. “Good. . .girl.”

I felt his cock twitch inside my pussy and then he came hard into me, spilling inside my pussy and coating me.

“Fuck!” He collapsed on top of me, and his breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “Good girl. . .my good girl.”