Chapter One Hundred and One: Everyone Will Know Who She Belongs To

I am anxiously waiting in my living room for Alyssa. She is in my bedroom getting ready for the party. I came downstairs because I would have been too distracted if I stayed in the same room. It hasn't been easy keeping my distance from her and not fucking her today. I want nothing more than to bury my cock deep inside her, but I've stuck to my guns.

The sound of her heels on my stairs grabs my attention. I jump up from the sofa and wait for her to enter. The moment she walks in, I gulp and feel my arousal growing. The leather dress is a perfect fit, accentuating her curves. The outfit is taken to a whole new level of sexiness with the thigh-high leather boots. Her hair is curled, and her makeup is light except for her bright red lipstick. The choker I got her rests on her neck—a simple silver chain with heart-shaped hooks that fit into one another. Pulling it tightens it around her neck. She looks like a damn goddess. Fuck, maybe we shouldn't have chosen things so sexy because it means men will be looking at her. I hate the idea of that.

Confidently, Alyssa walks towards me. It tells me she feels good in what she's wearing. She smirks, stopping before me.

“What’s your opinion, sin? How do I look? Will I fit in?” she purrs, her tongue playfully darting out.

“I’m having second thoughts about my decision,” I groan.

The smile leaves her lips as she questions, “Don’t I look good?”

I press her against the nearest wall. “You look incredibly attractive, and I’m aware that other men will notice you. I don’t appreciate people looking at what is mine.” I growl.

A small giggle escapes her lips. “You’re always so jealous and possessive,”

I grab the chain around her neck, pull it lightly, and whisper, “You have no idea.”

Lust shines in her eyes as she lets out a loud whimper. I couldn’t endure it any longer. In a fiery kiss, I claimed her lips as my own. She doesn’t fight it; she instantly kisses back in the same manner. I needed to fuck her right now.

I carefully hike the dress up by her hips. It is quite tight, and I don’t want to ruin it.

“Wyatt, what are you doing? We will be late,” she breathes out.

“I couldn’t care less. I need to fuck you, and after I am done, we will head to the party.”

I’ll ensure everyone knows she’s mine by leaving my scent and the smell of sex on her. I tug her panties down and place my hand between her thighs. She is already wet for me. She has been in a state of arousal all day.

I lower my head, kissing her neck and inserting two fingers inside her. They enter with such effortless grace. Arching away from the wall, she cries out. I suck hard on her neck, working my fingers in and out of her pussy. Alyssa’s fingers weave into my hair as her head drops back, moaning deeply and tightening around my fingers. I mark her neck with a trail of kisses. I'll make it unmistakably clear that she’s mine, and any man who tries to get close to her will face the consequences. I won’t create problems, but I’ll be talking to them.

A minute later, I pull my fingers away, and her whine shows she misses my touch. It wouldn’t last long. Swiftly, I unfasten my underwear. I lift her up, our lips meeting again as I drive my cock into her. It is going to be a quickie, but it is all I need. She clings to me. I push firmly and vigorously, maintaining a steady rhythm.

“Yes! Fuck! Give it to me!” she pleads, working her hips against mine.

I clearly underestimated my control, especially with Alyssa’s influence. The fast pace causes her to soon grip tightly around my cock. She screams my name and spills around me as her entire body shudders. I do the same. I mutter her name, giving in to her completely. Fuck! It’s good! I love a quickie.

Alyssa cuddles my shoulder. Loud panting fills the silence between us.

“I really needed that,” she whispers, kissing my back.

I stand, pulling out and placing her back on her feet.

I shake my head. “My one want: to quit this party smelling of anxiety.”

Ties are only allowed to wipe your thighs; that's it. You will arrive with everything on you, sensually. It’s not up for discussion.

Everyone will know who she belongs to.

We gather ourselves, clearing space. A car has been waiting for us.

Alyssa fixes her lipstick.

“How are you feeling?”

“I am nervous. What if it is obvious I don’t belong at such an event! I don’t want—”

I’m grateful for her honesty with me. I comfort her by massaging her thigh. “You’ll be okay, kitten. You aren’t going to embarrass me. You could handle anything thrown at you. Just remember, anytime you want to leave, we can.”

“I can’t help but worry.”

“I understand this is a lot, but I assure you, you’ll be alright. I’ll be right there with you.” I lean and kiss her cheek.

Resting her head on my shoulder, I slip my arm around her. She will be overwhelmed to start with, but quickly, I’m certain everyone will be kind and welcoming towards her. I want her to have fun and enjoy herself.