Remind you who your master is

**Ivery Clark POV**

With an unyielding force, Alrigo gripped my waist and slammed his lips against mine. 

The kiss—hard, rough, and punishing, a claim, not a gesture of affection. It left no space for air, for resistance, for escape.

“Alr—” I pushed against his chest, desperate for him to stop, but it was like shoving a stone wall. 

He didn’t relent, didn’t pause, and without a warning, he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing. And within seconds, I found myself thrown onto the mattress. 

The impact rattled me, my body sinking into the plush bedding, but his presence looming above erased any illusion of comfort.

“Alrigo, please, don't do this…” I whimpered, my tears threatened to spill down my eyes. “I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean what?” Alrigo cut me off, advancing toward the bed like a predator stalking its cornered prey. “Didn’t mean to make a fool out of me? Or didn’t mean to act like some common whore…?” 

I flinched, his words hitting me like a physical blow. Tears burned my eyes as I hissed through the teeth. “I'm not a whore.” 

“Really?” Alrigo looked at me with dark amusement, his weight pressing into the bed, the mattress sinking beneath his broad frame as he loomed above me. 

“But from what I see…you didn't mind to be like one in the VIP room. Weren't you practically offering yourself to Elias, of all people.” He sneered melavolently and I was trapped—pinned beneath him like prey caught in a hunter’s snare. 

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me, Ivery. I’m not as gullible as those idiots you tried to charm. Tell me… how much was your body worth to him? Did he offer you enough?”

Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “It wasn’t like that!” I choked out, my voice trembling.

“Wasn’t it?” he sneered, his gaze raking over me with an icy disdain that cut deeper than any insult. 

“Spare me your innocent act. You were all willing to sell yourself…” He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear, his hand spreading my legs. “Why don’t you sell it to me, hmm? I’ll pay you more than he ever could.”

My throat closed up at his words, and I felt hot tears spill over my cheeks. “Don’t… don’t say that,” I whispered, the humiliation clawing at my chest.

“Why not? You were so prepared to sell yourself to anyone who paid the highest price, so why hesitate now? Or am I not *good* enough?” Alrigo hissed, his words laced with venom, each syllable dripping with deranged madness. 

“Perhaps you need someone like Elias, Ivery? But not me.” His face was inches away, his dark eyes blazing with dangerous intensity.

“Tell me, what’s the difference? Is it because I already own you, and you don’t like being reminded of it?” 

His expression darkened further, and for a moment, I thought he might throw something—or worse. But then, he laughed. It was quiet, sinister, and filled with disdain.

“But what a shame,” he sneered, the mocking smirk on his face sending shivers down my spine. “I want to keep reminding you…who your actual master is, who you belong to.”

With that he spread my legs wide and tore off my panties in one go. In a second Alrigo eased a finger inside my slit making me gasp. The sudden sensation almost knocking me out.

“You didn’t mind being there. You liked it when you were with that bastard, didn’t you?” His voice was a low, dangerous murmur, almost a taunt.

“You disgust me,” he spat, the venom in his words made my heart lurch, “Tell me, were you planning on letting him *fuck* you, Ivery?”

“No!” I screamed, the desperation in my voice clearly evident. “I didn’t even know what was happening until it was too late!”

“You’re lying, again.” Alrigo snapped, grabbing my neck, his voice like thunder.

“You marched into that VIP room knowing exactly how they treat women there. You *signed* the damn agreement, Ivery. Do you think excuses will erase the fact that you put yourself up for sale like some pathetic whore?”

The humiliation hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt the tears spill over despite my best efforts to hold them back. “That’s not true—”

“Then what is?” he snapped, his tone sharp enough to draw blood. “Enlighten me, Ivery. Because from where I stand, it looks like you’re eager to let anyone touch you, anyone but me.”

I glared at him even though my teary eyes, “You don’t know anything!”

“Don’t I?” he snarled, his voice rising. “I know that you thought you could run, finally escape. Do you think I’m stupid? That I don’t see what you’re trying to do? Was this your revenge?”

My chest heaved as I tried to find my words, but the intensity of his gaze pinned me in place.

“You hate being here. You hate me. For me bringing you into this house. For not letting you go. Is that why you thought you'd flaunt yourself in the VIP room and catch someone’s attention. Is that it?”

“Actually, I should ask you: how desperate are you? Did it even cross your mind how pathetic you looked? Parading yourself in front of those men, pretending you’re worth bidding on?” His words sliced through me, cruel and degrading. 

“If you needed money that badly…” He suddenly leaned over me, his face inches from mine, his voice a sinister whisper. “You should have come to me.” 

“So let's put this to the test…shall we? If you’re so eager to sell yourself, I'll pay you for tonight. Prove to me just how far you’re willing to go. How *desperate* you are.”

Alrigo growled and slammed his cock inside me with one go. I cry out sharply as he breaks in, wincing and clawing at his shoulders.

His thick cock plunges inside the hilt, stretching me wider and wider until I can’t anymore. 

My eyes roll into my head at the sudden penetration, scream catching on my lips, as I grip his back. 

Every single inch of him is inside me, his cock throbbing in response as my inner walls squeeze him. 

Alrigo leaned dangerously close to my ears, “Don’t think for a second you can run from me. No matter where you run, no matter how hard you try to escape me... *I will find you."*

"You were mine from the moment I took you. And you will stay mine until I decide otherwise."