CHAPTER 84: CLAIMED 18+

Alisha kissed him back with the same need until she felt him slipping his meat into her. She released a small cry.

Alisha may not be a virgin, but it’s been over a year since she’s been intimate with a man. Not only that, Dante’s size was also bigger than others she’d seen before.

When he was done burying his length into her, he stayed still while Alisha tried to get used to him.

She bit into his shoulder, but he made sure not to move although the bite was very painful.

She lay her head back, her tears evident on her face. He kissed some so tenderly, so softly, she felt she was going to melt underneath him.

"Are you alright, my love? Does it hurt?" He asked, concern evident in his tone.

She smiled at him. "I’m fine," she said, a smile on her lips.

Dante stared at her for a second longer before he captured her lips.

Never in his life did he think he would love someone so much that he would want to keep them by his side just so they wouldn’t get hurt.

After some time of rejecting his feelings for Alisha, feelings he didn’t even know when they started to develop, he vows to protect her from anyone.

They weren’t just fucking tonight. They were making love.

He’d claimed her body, and she’d claimed his.

Even if he has to fight everyone, even his very own father, he would gladly do so, just to keep her safe.

Slowly, he started moving—pulling until only his tip was inside her and slamming himself back in.

Alisha whimpered, as she spread her legs further apart to give him more access to move.

She gagged in pleasure, unable to kiss him back.

Dante changed in speed, going faster this time as he hit her G-spot several times without stopping. This made her orgasm without even realizing it.

He changed their positions to a doggy style, burying himself in her from behind and slamming himself into her.

She felt dizzy, tired, but Dante was nowhere ending their love making tonight. He changed positions after positions, lifting her off the bed like she weighed nothing.

His body shook as he slammed himself inside her, the pleasure building up, his balls tingling, begging for a release.

He bit into Alisha’s neck, hard, as he felt his seed shooting inside of her. It took about two minutes, his member softened as he slipped out of her.

They hugged each other in silence, reminiscing about the intimate moment they had just shared.

After a while, Dante lifted Alisha off the bed, taking her to the bathroom without another word.

**

Rico was checking the time, it was already 10pm.

Dante had told him to get medicines to disinfect a cut. He’d informed him that Alisha had been attacked by a raging group of people.

Only the street light illuminated the road as he stopped near a pharmacy.

It was dark out, but the night was cool. He combed his newly dyed hair with his fingers that were adorned with rings, sighing. His breath was white, making him realize that winter was around the corner.

Rico stepped into the pharmacy and got the disinfecting medicines such as cotton wool, a spirit, a bandage, and a painkiller. Nothing out of the ordinary.

After he paid, he was about to leave when he saw someone familiar.

He’d seen that face before as the person walked into the pharmacy but he couldn’t tell from where.

Ryan stepped into the pharmacy when he suddenly noticed a familiar pink-haired person staring at him.

He blinked at Rico as he walked up to him.

"Hey," he said, a smile on his face. "Do you remember me?" He asked.

Rico gently shook his head. "I’ve met you before."

Ryan scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed.

"We met in Dante’s house. You’re his friend, right?"

Rico’s eyes widened in realization as a rosy hue spread all over his face. "Now I remember. Dante’s love rival."

Immediately, he bit his lips when those words slipped out of his mouth.

Ryan cocked an eyebrow at him.

"What?" He asked, confusion written all over his face.

Rico immediately shook his head.

"It’s nothing. Are you here to get some medicine?" He asked, immediately changing the subject.

Ryan had been back at home, fighting to sleep. Although it was early, he needed at least three hours to finally sleep.

He felt anxious for some reason, and the closed walls bothered him as well.

He decided to step out for a walk. Perhaps, it would help him. But he suddenly started feeling a migraine and decided to get drugs for it.

"I came to get some medicine for a migraine," said Ryan. He smiled at Rico once again before he went to the pharmacist, described his symptoms. The pharmacist gave him his drugs and he paid for them.

The entire time, Rico was waiting for him without realizing it.

"Did you injure yourself?" Ryan suddenly asked as they stepped out of the pharmacy.

"Not at all." He shook his head, his ears flushed red for an unknown reason. "Why do you ask?"

Ryan didn’t answer. His gaze fell on the branded pharmacy bag in his hands that contained the medicines.

"Oh, these aren’t for me. They’re actually for Alisha," he replied. Ryan frowned deeply at him. "According to Dante, she was attacked by a raging group of people at the fashion show. She got a cut but she’s fine."

Ryan nodded.

’If it’s a mere cut, then it should be disinfected nonetheless,’ he thought to himself, wondering why Rico didn’t start leaving yet.

But he didn’t say anything.

His gaze fell on Rico’s soft pink hair. "Do you dye your hair often?" He asked and he nodded.

"Pink is actually my favorite color, and I braid it sometimes." He laughed as he showed Ryan his braid like he was proud of what he’d done.

Then there was silence. Since they had already left the pharmacy, only the sound of crickets could be heard on the empty road.

"Well, it was nice bumping into you. There’s this ice cream store I discovered down the street. Maybe we can go there sometime?" Ryan offered, as he looked down at Rico.

He was standing at a height of 6’2, and since Rico was 5’9, he had to look up at him.

The latter nodded. "Sure."

They immediately exchanged contact and Ryan waved him goodbye as he walked away.

Rico checked the time, only to realize that it was nearing midnight. Knowing fully well that he’d interrupted several intimate moments of the couple, his guts told him to just go the next morning.

’They must be busy,’ he thought to himself as he entered his car, drove back to the hotel, and booked a room for himself to rest for the night.