Tell me to fuck you, Ivery

**Ivery Clark POV** 

“Look at me,” Alrigo repeated, his voice sharper now, lined with an edge of impatience.

I swallowed hard, my body trembling as I forced my gaze up to meet him and I felt the room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in.

His dark eyes captured mine, fierce and unyielding, my breath hitched, the air between us growing heavy, charged with an unspoken tension I couldn’t ignore.

Tears flowed through my eyes and his hand moved from the wall, curling around my jaw. His thumb grazed my cheek, almost tender, as if testing the fragility of what held me together.

And I didn’t see it coming. One moment his gaze was piercing through me, the next, his lips crashed against mine.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t kind. It was an eruption of everything—anger, possession, desire—all tangled in a kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. 

I gasped against him, my hands instinctively bracing against his chest, but they didn’t push him away. Instead, they clung to him, gripping his shirt like a lifeline.

His warmth engulfed me, seeping through my skin and drowning out the cold fear that had gripped me moments before. 

Alrigo’s hand slipped to my waist, pulling me closer, until there wasn’t even air left between us.

I felt his power in every touch, in every deliberate movement. His control, his dominance—it was all there, pressing into me, consuming me. 

But within it was something else. Safety. 

As much as I hated to admit it, his touch felt like the safest place I had known in what felt like years.

How could someone so cruel feel like comfort?

The thought was fleeting, barely forming before he deepened the kiss, his lips claiming mine with a ferocity that left no room for doubt. I moaned against him, clutching onto his suit as his hands explored my body.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. 

My breathing came in shallow gasps, my lips tingling from the force of his kiss. His eyes stayed on me, dark and unreadable, his hand still firm at my waist. We were breathing the same air now.

“How pathetic,” Alrigo murmured, but surprisingly there was no disdain in his tone. “You can’t even handle the simplest task without crumbling. You’re embarrassing yourself, Ivery.” 

His fingers tilted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Or is that part of your act? Play the innocent victim while everyone here watches you fall apart?” 

“I—I didn’t mean to…” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

“You didn’t mean to what?” He continued, his voice laced with something raw and unspoken. “You wanted freedom, didn’t you? To walk out of the cage I built for you. But tell me, Ivery…Have you felt safe since then?”

The question hit me like a blow. Safe? No, I hadn’t felt safe—not in the bar, not with the men’s eyes on me, not with the memories clawing their way back into my mind. 

But with Alrigo, even in his suffocating grip, even when his gaze burned through me…there was safety. His touch grounded me when the world spun out of control.

I couldn’t stop the tears from welling in my eyes, spilling silently down my cheeks. Alrigo wiped them away with a touch that felt at odds with his commanding presence, his thumb moving over my skin as though I might shatter if he pressed too hard.

“Do you even have an idea how much I’ve been looking after you, Ivery? Do you have any idea how much I’ve protected you from?” Alrigo whispered against my lips. 

“I—” I stammered, but the words stuck in my throat. 

But then he lifted me effortlessly, making me gasp and placed me on the edge of the table. My breath hitched as his hands rested on either side of me, caging me in without a hint of aggression. 

It wasn’t fear that paralyzed me this time—it was the intensity of his presence, the overwhelming storm behind his eyes. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

I turned my face away, but his hand was there instantly, cupping my jaw and pulling me back to face him. 

“Don’t look away,” Alrigo sneered, and though his voice was low, the command was absolute. “Don’t you dare look away from me, ma bella.” 

“Why do you care?” I whispered, the question slipping out before I could stop it.

“Why do I care..?” Alrigo repeated, his voice silken, laced with something that made my stomach churn.

“I don’t care if you’re broken, Ivery,” he said, his voice a lethal whisper. “I don’t care if this world eats you alive. I don’t care how much you cry, scream, or beg—because the second you fell into my hands, you stopped being your own.”

“Your suffering, your pain—they’re mine. Yours isn’t just survival; it’s about what I decide you get to feel, what I allow you to endure. I care because I own you. No one else gets that. No one touches what’s mine.”

His words left me breathless, my mind spinning under the crushing weight of his possessive declaration. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, even as his eyes burned into mine, dark and consuming.

Then, without warning, his lips crashed against mine. He thrusted his tongue inside mine, making me moan and gasp at the same time. 

His hands gripped my ass under the skirt, pulling me flush against him as the heat of his body seeped into mine.

I gasped into his mouth, my fingers instinctively gripping his shirt and the kiss deepened, his dominance overwhelming, his hold unrelenting.

He broke the kiss only to speak, his lips brushing against mine as he murmured, “You think you can escape this, Ivery? Escape me?”

“Alrigo,” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling, my chest heaving as I tried to gather myself.

But he didn’t let me. His hands slid down to my thighs, gripping them firmly as he hoisted me onto the table. 

The cold surface against my skin jolted me, but his presence was a fire, all-consuming and impossible to ignore. 

He leaned over me, his weight pressing down just enough to make my heart race.

“Do you even know what you’ve done to me?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous, and laced with something almost vulnerable. 

My breath came out in gasps as his hands traveled over my breasts, then down to my stomach and going further down. 

“I should hate you for how you make me feel. But instead…” His lips hovered near my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Instead, I want to ruin you in every way that makes you mine.”

I trembled under him, my body reacting to his proximity despite the chaos in my mind. My hands pressed against his chest as if to push him away, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Alrigo… please…” I whispered, unsure if I was begging him to stop or to never let go.

“Please?” he echoed, “You beg so sweetly, Ivery. But you don’t even know what you’re begging for, do you?”

His lips found mine again, softer this time, almost teasing. It was a contradiction to the sharp edge in his words, a taste of something he refused to name. 

His hands dangerously traveled near my inner thighs, over my panties, grounding me as he deepened the kiss, making it impossible to think of anything but him.

When he finally broke our kiss, he whispered away, “Tell me fuck you, Ivery…” 

My heart pounded in my chest, his words a mix of promise and threat, and I knew, deep down, that there was no escaping Alrigo Valerie King.