Dirty girl with dirty panties

**Ivery Clark POV**

My heart hammered against my ribcage, so loud I was sure everyone could hear it.

None of them possibly knew I just slept with and lost my virginity to this much older man, the Mafia lord, Alrigo Valerie King.

I belonged to him now, in ways that both thrilled and terrified me at the same time. I was falling deeper into Alrigo's world, no more able to turn back. I didn't want to.

This was my new reality. Every moment — a new sensation, a new kind of pleasure, and I found myself craving more, craving him. I had fallen, fully, without resistance, into a space where nothing existed but the two of us.

The doors of the elevator slid shut with a soft, metallic whisper, trapping us inside the luxurious, mirrored box.

I felt my heart lurch, my pulse racing as the sudden intimacy of the space pressed in on me.

It was just the two of us — alone, surrounded by the faint hum of the elevator’s quiet ascent.

The air between us felt thick, electric, as though the walls themselves were closing in, forcing the tension to coil tighter and tighter.

I could feel Alrigo's eyes on me before I even dared to look. He was staring down at me like a predator — a hungry wolf who had cornered its prey.

Don’t blush, don’t blush, I told myself, but it was useless. My face was already burning, my entire body betraying me as the memory of what happened in the cabin crashed over me in a wave of heat.

His gaze dropped to my lips for just a second, and I bit down on them instinctively, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"You're trembling, ma bella." he murmured, his voice low, rough.

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, one that carried a dark edge of satisfaction. He liked that I was affected by him. He thrived on it.

“I-I’m fine,” I managed to stammer blushing heavily, but the lie was evident in my voice.

My knees felt weak, my body betraying me with every shaky breath I took. The tension between us was unbearable, and I knew he could feel it too.

The way his gaze lingered on my skin, the way his body seemed to gravitate toward mine — it was too much, too intense.

"Are you, now ?" Alrigo stepped closer, the small space making his proximity overwhelming.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands gripping the railing behind me as if I could steady myself against the storm brewing between us.

He was so close now, his chest almost brushing against mine. The space was suffocating, the heat between us unbearable.

Every inch of my body was hyper aware of him, of his proximity, of the way his gaze seemed to devour me.

I gasped when he lifted one of his hands to circle the tip of my pebbled nipple over the cloth, so torturously that my toe curled.

"Umm.. !" I bit my lip to suppress a moan. Every breath I took felt shallow, and the heat radiating off Alrigo’s body was enough to ignite the fire still simmering inside me.

My body had been trembling since we got of the private plane, still mesmerized they way his hands had roamed over me, the way he whispered my name, low and rough as he fucked me bare and raw.

He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, that I shivered.

"You look afraid, Ivery. Do you want to run ?" His rough, deep voice was like a caress, sending a thrill down my spine.

"You can run away leaving everything here if you want, right now."

His brush on my nipple was so slow and tormenting that I was panting hard. He wasn’t rushing. No, Alrigo knew exactly what he was doing, how he was driving me mad with every teasing caress.

"I'm not running." I whispered shakily, trembling like a leaf under him. I tried to steady myself, but it was useless, my body was responding to him with an intensity I hadn’t known I possessed.

Alrigo’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a small smile.

"Good, girl." he said softly, his voice a dark promise. “Even if you try...you won’t get far."

He leaned closer, that our lips almost brushed, "Because this isn't something you can escape from. The thing between us...this isn't over yet, ma bella."

His voice was low and dangerous.

My breath hitched when his hand slid down my side, grazing my ribs, his thumb brushing the side of my breast, his touch enough to make me moan.

"You're solely mine, just mine. There’s no going back. No one else will touch you, no one else will have you." Alrigo's gaze was darker, more intense, filled with a hunger that made my knees weak.

I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me — fear, excitement, desire — all tangled up in the raw intensity of his words. His claim on me was absolute, and part of me knew it the moment I gave in to him.

"You won't let anyone in but me. You'll be a good little girl only to daddy, won't you baby ?" Alrigo's thumb brushed over my lips, lingering there for a moment.

I licked my lip where his thumb stayed. My skin was on fire, my pulse erratic as I looked up at him, trapped in his gaze, caught in the web he'd spun around me.

"Yes daddy." He hadn’t even touched my pussy yet, I could feel it rippling and clenching.

"Only I'm allowed to pound this bratty little pussy raw and deep, dumping every drop of my cum that it spills out. Is that clear ?"

The elevator slowed to a halt, but the tension didn’t break. The doors slid open, revealing the lavish presidential floor beyond, but neither of us moved.

Alrigo’s hand remained on my lips, his thumb still resting against my lip as if daring me to take the next step, to close the space between us.

"Yes da — " Before I could catch my breath, his lips were on mine — fierce, claiming, and relentless.

It was the kind of kiss that left me dizzy, lost in the fire that burned through every nerve in my body.

His mouth moved against mine with a hunger that mirrored my own, and before I could process what was happening, I felt his strong arms slide around my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the ground.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, but Alrigo didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate. His grip on me was firm, possessive, as he carried me out of the elevator and into the grand suite beyond.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as the kiss deepened, his tongue overlapping mine with a skill that made my heart race.

The air around us felt charged, the room fading into the background as he moved through the space like a man on a mission.

The soft lighting of the penthouse cast a golden glow, the city lights of Paris glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but I barely noticed. All I could feel was Alrigo — his hands, his lips, his heat enveloping me like I was the only thing that mattered.

He pushed me to the sofa, our bodies sinking down on the soft cushion.

My hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the dark strands as I pulled him closer, my body arching into his touch.

My heart was racing faster as he trailed kisses down my throat, his touch growing more urgent, more desperate.

His hands groped my full perky tits, kneading with his big hands making me mewl.

"Show me, baby girl." He growled darkly in my ears, I could feel the deep and raw desire in his voice.

"Show me if you did what I told you to." I gasp moaning as I feel Alrigo's hand slide over my thighs, his fingers pushing the edge of my skirt.

And I knew what he meant.

"Spread your legs and show daddy the mess he left in that tight little pussy." His hands slide to my knees, pulling my legs apart, my body shivers in excitement.

I pull my skirt all the way up, trembling with desire as I expose my panties covered pussy to him.

They're sticky and wet and damp with dark stains from his cum and mine.

Alrigo growls.

"Dirty little girl..." His eyes darkened and I could feel the tension in his body, the restraint it took for him to not completely lose control.

I was trembling beneath him, my body still alight with the memory of the way he had touched me, the way he had claimed me earlier, remembering the dark forbidden intimacy we had shared.

I let out a gasp as his fingers slip at the edge of my panties and slide it down my legs, exposing my bare pussy to him.

"Dirty little girl with dirty, little pussy. Look how messy your pussy is, ma bella." Alrigo growled as he drags one thick finger up through my lush lips, sending a jolt through my body as it teases across my clit.

Oh god.

"Looks like you did a good job keeping daddy's cum inside as instructed. Maybe I should reward my baby girl, isn't it ?" He growled, flicking my clit, making me moan loudly.

"Urmm, yes daddy. Reward me! I have been a good girl."

"Then say it," he urged, his thumb rolling over my sensitive nub, making my back arch, "Say that you’re mine."

My chest tightened, my breath shallow as his words washed over me. A part of me should have resisted, should have fought against the possessiveness in his tone, but instead, my heart hammered in response.

"I’m yours." I moaned, the words leaving my lips.

"Damn right you are," he growed, his breath hot against my skin as he circled my clit, "You're daddy's baby girl. My dirty little girl."

"Yes I'm your dirty little girl." I mewled and he kissed me hungrily, swallowing my moan.

In a second he lifted me up, "Let's get you cleaned up, baby girl. And then I will fuck this little pussy again and again until you can't walk straight."

Alrigo carried me effortlessly and let us to the far side of the penthouse. We stepped into the massive bathroom, and my breath caught in my throat.

Alrigo let me down and I looked around with wide eyes.

The entire wall was a vast expanse of see-through glass, offering an uninterrupted view of Paris at midnight.

The city glittered below us, its streets winding like rivers of light. The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance, illuminated against the night sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the entire city.

Oh my god. We're going to take a bath right here !?