Chapter 21

Vivianne's world seemed to stop when she felt Beckett’s entire c.ock inside her. His c.ock hit her quickly and intensely, causing Vivianne to clench both hands as she had ragged breathing.

"Fuck..." said Vivianne in a low tone as her tears began to fall. “Fuck you, Beckett! I'm a virgin—Ah shit, something must have torn inside me!”

Suddenly, Vivianne's body became weak. Her legs trembled, making her almost lose her balance. Luckily, Beckett was able to hold both of her hands so she could maintain her position.

Beckett didn't answer, but he didn't move either. He wanted her to get used to his size first, and Vivianne appreciated the gesture—Because in their position now, Beckett almost reached the end of her core.

Vivianne bent her head to see if her pussy was still fine, but she almost turned pale when she saw the blood flowing down her thigh. It was too many… It felt like she was going to lose so much blood.

"A-Are you going to kill me?" Vivianne stuttered, seeming to want to back off.

But deep inside her heart, she knew she wanted it, too. Vivianne knew that sex was painful for the first time, but she didn't know that it would be this painful. It seems that a big truck ran over her pussy. She grimaced at that thought.

"I need to push it or else you'll endure the pain for too long..." said Beckett before his cock twitched inside Vivianne. "You're not going to die. It's normal since it's your first time," he added, reassuring her.

“I-Is that true?”

"Hmmm." Beckett nodded as he started moving, f.ucking Vivianne at a seductive, slow pace. "And we'll take it slow... I'll take you slow."

Slow fucks aren't Beckett's thing. That's one of the reasons why he prefers women who are no longer virgins and have a lot of experience. But for Vivianne, he will try to slow down. He didn't want to hurt her more.

Beckett’s thrusts were slow so that Vivianne could get used to it. However, despite how slow his movements were, Vivianne still moaned from time to time. He understood why—Because he had a big cock, and he just devirginized Vivianne.

The pleasure and pain continued to consume her, but the pain was more evident.

“Let me help you, baby.” Beckett helped her ease the pain by caressing her breasts, while his left arm stayed on holding Vivianne's arms, supporting her weight.

It made Vivianne whimper and caused Beckett to groan. Hearing Vivianne’s moans was so seductive to his ears. He wanted to devour her at this very moment.

"Ah... shit," Beckett muttered softly when Vivianne’s muscles tightened, massaging his c.ock.

He had countless experiences having sex but being inside Vivianne strikes a different feeling for him. It felt so good, and he wanted more… More.

"Does it... still, hurt?" Beckett asked hesitantly. "If it hurts so much, tell me to stop. I'll stop…” he added in his hoarse, seductive voice.

It's hard for him to keep his composure, and Vivianne can feel it. She's like that too—She wanted Beckett to move faster now. Beckett's every thrust still hurts but she also feels good.

"I-I can manage now..." Vivianne said before arching her back. "But not in this position... My legs are so tired..."

"Alright."

In one swift, Beckett carried Vivianne and turned her body at him. Now Vivianne's back was leaning against the window with her legs apart. Beckett looked at her from head to toe, causing her cheeks to turn red because of embarrassment.

"You're such an innocent seductress..." said Beckett before approaching Vivianne, giving shallow kisses on her lips and cheeks. "What did you do to me? Why am I so obsessed with you?”

“B-Beckett…”

Vivianne could not answer properly as Beckett's finger was in her c.litoris already and he was playing with it. She felt so vulnerable in her position in front of him, but somehow, she felt safe.

“I'll protect you…” Beckett muttered in her ear as he slid his manhood inside her p.ussy, causing them to groan in unison. "I'll fucking do everything to protect you..."

"Mmmm!" The pain and pleasure consumed Vivianne as Beckett fucked her hard and rough, causing her to be at a loss for words. She couldn't even understand what Beckett was saying.

All she knew was that she loved what they were doing, and she loved Beckett. She was afraid of what she was feeling but nothing could stop her... and Beckett had the same sentiments.

He's not going to let her go. Never.

“Ugh… Beckett!”

"You're so tight!"

The sound of their moans reverberated in the car, infiltrating the silence in the middle of the night. They don't care if anyone hears them. They were like two bunnies in heat as they fucked over and over until they came together.

"Ah!" Vivianne shouted in pleasure as she felt her orgasm, followed by Beckett's c.um inside her.

Only then did Vivianne feel ashamed, especially when Beckett took wipes to wipe the c.um in her p.ussy and her thigh. She blinked twice in shock, seeing how Beckett was taking care of her after sex.

"I didn't know that you have this side," said Vivianne, grinning as she teased Beckett.

"Only for you, baby.” Beckett winked at her before throwing the wipes into the trash can inside the car.

Beckett helped Vivianne to wear her clothes, and Vivianne did the same thing to Beckett. After that, Beckett drove back to Manila. Vivianne fell asleep during the trip due to exhaustion, and she only woke up when she felt as if she was floating in the air.

“B-Beckett…” Vivianne's mind was in a haze as she saw Beckett carrying her. Her eyes scanned the place, and her eyes widened when she saw where they were. "Wait. This is your penthouse, right?"

Beckett nodded.

“Wait—Why did you bring me here? You should have woken me up," Vivianne said in a whisper but in a loud voice. "What if someone sees us together—”

"I don't care about them," Beckett replied authoritatively before placing the key card on the door of his penthouse, causing it to open. "I'm not done with you yet. I wanted to f.uck you in every corner of this room, hear you scream, and beg me not to stop f.ucking you.”

And what Beckett promises, he fulfills.

Beckett really fucked her on every corner of the room—In the living room, in the bed, at the dining table, and now, in the shower as Beckett leaned her face on the glass door and f.ucked her on the most filthy position she could ever imagine.

And Beckett slapping her ass hard ignited her lust even more.

The same goes for Beckett. He had been fantasizing about her ass, and he was right—It was so good to spank because it was big.

“Shit. Shit—Ah!” Vivianne was struggling to moan and speak because Beckett hadn't let her rest since earlier. She couldn't believe how strong his stamina was when it came to sex, and she couldn't believe that they were doing this whole night.

Beckett sped up the thrust even more. Before she even knew it, both of them reached another peak. Vivianne was so tired that she passed out in the bathroom, and would have collapsed on the floor if Beckett hadn't held her.

"I'm sorry if I fucked you too much. I'm just not patient when it comes to you," Beckett whispered to Vivianne even though she knew the woman wouldn't hear it. "Sleep well, amore mio. [my love]”

Beckett cleaned Vivianne's body afterward. He wore a white robe on her body before he placed her on the bed. He covered her with a blanket to keep her from getting cold before kissing Vivianne's forehead. He lay down next to Vivianne and hugged her.

Suddenly, the warmth embraces his body, given that it's been a long time since he cuddled someone like this. He never thought that it would be so nice.

"I'm so fucked up… real hard," muttered Beckett as Vivianne turned at him, hugging him back. “Real hard.”

Vivianne had a good sleep despite her body aching, but Beckett had the opposite. As soon as he went into his supposed peaceful slumber, he dreamed about the same scenario again.

His parents were killed by someone… Someone evil enough to take lives that easily.

And now, he's the same shit.

“Fuck.” Beckett cursed as he opened his eyes.

He looked around, and he felt calm when he saw that Vivianne was sleeping soundly while her mouth was still chewing a little.

Beckett chuckled as he caressed her cheeks playfully. "Eat well in your dreams.”

He stood up and sat on the couch. He didn't want to disturb her peaceful, happy dream. At least one of them is sleeping soundly tonight.

Beckett was happily watching Vivianne when he remembered the trouble earlier. He took his phone and opened it. Just like before, there was a pile of messages because the management was calling him. He decided to just deal with it later in the morning.

However, there was something that he needed to address immediately.

Using one of his phones, he called Nathan.

"Yes, boss?" Nathan greeted him on the other line. All of them—the trolls—are pulling an all-nighter to clean Beckett's trouble. "We are fixing the news for you, Boss. We reported those with hate comments and when we find their leaders, we will also teach them a lesson.”

“That's good.”

That is what Beckett liked about Nathan. He doesn't need to be ordered, especially when it comes to this matter. Nathan knew what to do right away, but Beckett didn't call him for that matter. He had something else to say.

"I need you to do something for me." Beckett didn't take his eyes off Vivianne as he spoke. "I'll send you a warehouse location in the countryside, and it involves the Allamino family's illegal organization. I want you to gather information about it.”

"Illegal organization, Boss?"

Nathan frowned because Beckett had ordered that before, and he didn't see any illegalities against the Allaminos. Even his best hackers couldn't see anything unusual about that family.

"I want you to do another research for the second time. Hire the best hackers if you need to, but gather information about the warehouse, specifically,” answered Beckett. "And I want you to keep this a secret, Nathan. And do this ASAP.”

“I understand, Boss.” Beckett hung up before flipping to his phone. He gave Nathan the address of the warehouse so he could start investigating this instant.

As Beckett finished using his phone, he raised his head… only to see Vivianne sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him.