My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

The atmosphere in the suite shifted from tense to predatory. Mike’s eyes didn’t just look at her, but they devoured her, fueled by the spark of defiance she had foolishly let slip.

He wasn’t interested in a polite encounter anymore. The "negotiation" was over, but still... the conquest had begun.

"You want to talk about bars and behind bars?" Mike growled, his voice a low vibration that Madison felt in her very bones. "Then let’s see how much ’justice’ you can handle when you’re too breathless to even speak."

Without warning, he lunged. His hands, large and heavy, descended upon her massive, reddened breasts with a ferocity that made her gasp. He didn’t just touch them, but he attacked them.

"Ahn! H-Hey! Don’t just touch me out of the blue...!" Madison said while trying not to moan.

"Fuck you! I’m going to touch you so fucking hard until your body craves it...!"

He squeezed the soft, aching flesh with a bruising intensity, his fingers digging deep into the swells of her tits as if he were trying to knead the very essence of her out of her body.

"Ah! Mike! Oh god!" Madison cried out, her head tossing back against the wall. The pain was sharp and overwhelming, a heavy, throbbing sensation that made her vision swim. "You’re being... you’re being too rough! Slow down, please! It’s too much!"

She tried to push his muscular forearms away, but her hands fluttered uselessly against his strength. The sensation was a chaotic whirlwind of agony and a terrifying, unwanted electricity that surged straight to her core.

"Stop! You’re going to bruise them even more! God, you’re like a fucking animal!" she complained, her voice rising in a frantic pitch of protest. "Have some goddamn mercy, Mike!"

"You’re being so incredibly—"

SLAP!

The sound of his palm hitting her cheek was crisp and authoritative, cutting her mid-sentence like a whip. Madison’s head snapped to the side, her mouth falling open in a silent ’O’ of shock.

The sting on her face was a sharp contrast to the throbbing heat in her chest, but it served its purpose perfectly. "U-Ugh..."

"Shut the fuck up," Mike commanded, his voice dropping to a deadly, velvet whisper. He leant in, his nose brushing against hers, his eyes dark with a terrifying, dominant hunger. "I didn’t give you permission to complain."

"When you’re with me, you don’t get to have an opinion on how ’rough’ it is!" Mike shouted. "You just take it, and you WILL take every bit of it, and you thank me for the privilege of feeling it."

He didn’t wait for her to recover. He immediately returned his attention to her breasts, his hands working with a brutal, rhythmic intensity.

He kneaded the sensitive tissue, his thumbs raking over her nipples with a pressure that made her toes curl and her breath hitch in a jagged sob.

"Do you understand, you fucking bitch!?" he muttered against the skin of her neck, his hands never ceasing their aggressive assault on her chest. "No more talking. No more complaining. Just submission."

Madison could only nod weakly, her eyes squeezed shut as tears of both pain and overwhelming sensation spilled down her cheeks. She was completely at his mercy, her body a landscape of red marks and trembling nerves, realizing that the man holding her wasn’t just a lover or a blackmailer he was a force of nature that intended to break her entirely.

’This moment is the worse...’

Mike’s dominance was absolute, a crushing weight that left Madison with no room to breathe, let alone protest. He seemed intent on leaving a permanent map of his conquest on her skin.

He reached up, his massive hands cupping both of her heavy, aching breasts, and squeezed with a ferocious, unrelenting strength. "Your tits are fucking enormous! I bet all of your co-workers imagine lewd stuff when looking at your boy and jerk off after finishing shooting, hahaha!"

"Ahhh! Sh-shuddup! Don’t try to talk... it’s too much!" Madison whimpered, her back arching desperately against the wall.

The sensation was a blinding white noise of pain and pleasure, where the pressure was so intense it felt as though he were trying to squeeze the very breath out of her lungs through her chest. Her breasts, already flushed a deep crimson, felt swollen and hypersensitive under his brutal kneading.

’I honestly... hate my body... because I know people keep harassing me online because of how sexy I am...’ Madison thought. ’And now... this is it... one of the things that scared me the most...’

Mike ignored her cries, his focus entirely on the visceral sensation of her soft flesh yielding to his powerful grip. "Ugghhh..."

"Think about him, Madison," Mike whispered, his breath hot and smelling of dominance. "Think about your precious, perfect Kyle."

"Does he even know how to touch you like this?!" Mike laughed. "Does he even know what you look like when you’re being broken?"

He pulled back just an inch, his eyes locked onto hers, watching the way her pupils dilated in fear and arousal.

"He’s probably too ’gentle’ for a woman like you," Mike sneered, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "He treats you like a porcelain doll, doesn’t he?"

"Always so careful, and so polite. He probably hasn’t even seen you like this."

"What’s even worse is that he probably hasn’t dared to touch you with this level of hunger."

He gave her breasts one final, bruising squeeze before giving them another slap. "I always love to see a woman that was resistant start to fall silent because they can’t do anything about it!"

SLAP!!!

"Mppphhhh!"

"And your fans? All those millions of people who worship you on screen?" He let out a dark, mocking laugh. "All of them probably have this fantasy, don’t they?"

"It’s the truth when you start checking every social media about you... especially if the picture is about you wearing a fucking bikini, hahaha!"

"Their comments are full of thirsty virgins that wanted to fuck you so bad!"

"They imagine the elegant Madison Reed being handled like a whore... being taken, being used, being commanded."

"They dream of seeing you lose control, of seeing you stripped of that ’starlet’ mask and seeing the real, desperate woman underneath."

He nipped at her bottom lip, his eyes glinting with malice. "But they’ll never know!"

"They’ll just keep watching the movies while you’re here... in the dark, being ruined by a man who actually knows how to handle you."

Madison could only let out a broken, shuddering moan. The comparison to Kyle felt like a physical blow to her heart, a psychological violation that stripped away her last shred of mental defense.

He was right, and that was the most humiliating part of all. Kyle was everything ’good’ and ’safe,’ but Mike was the storm that was currently tearing her world apart, and she was helplessly caught in the middle of it.

The psychological warfare was proving to be just as intense as the physical. Madison’s eyes flared with a desperate, wounded pride.

Even as her body trembled and her breasts throbbed under his relentless grip, her mind tried to mount a last-ditch defense. "Sh-shut up...!"

"You... you don’t know anything!" she gasped out, her voice trembling as she tried to find her footing. "Kyle... he loves me!"

"He sees the real me! He doesn’t need to... to treat me like an object to know who I am!" Madison gritted her teeth. "You’re just a... a cynical, bitter man who can’t understand real affection!"

"Bullshiiiiitttt~!" Mike laughed.

Mike’s eyes darkened, a flicker of predatory amusement dancing in the depths of his gaze. He didn’t even argue with that, but he simply decided that words were no longer the most effective way to silence her.

"Real affection, you say?!" Mike mocked, his voice a low rumble. "Is that what you call that polite, sanitized bullshit he gives you!?"

"That’s not love, Madison. That’s a script. And you’re both just playing parts."

To prove his point, he leaned down, his massive chest pressing her even harder against the wall. He lowered his head, his mouth finding one of her engorged, reddened nipples. He didn’t just kiss it, but he took the entire peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it before he began to suck with a fierce, vacuum-like intensity.

"Your fucking nipples are hard as fuck... I can tell your body starts to love every second of it!"

"I think someday... it might be a good idea for us to shoot a sex video and send it to Kyle, yes?!"

"N-NOOO!!!" She then screamed while shaking her head, but then her nipples got bitten hard by Mike.

"AAAHHHNN~!!! MPPPHHH~!" Madison’s protest died in her throat, replaced by a sharp, choked gasp.

The sensation was overwhelming the heat of his mouth, the sudden, intense pull of his suction, and the sheer, unbridled hunger of his technique. It was a sensation so primal and unrefined that it bypassed her intellect and went straight to her nervous system.

He didn’t stop at one. He moved with a ruthless efficiency, switching to the other breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive, swollen skin as he sucked the nipple deep into his mouth.

Each pull felt like it was drawing the very soul out of her, leaving her feeling hollow and electrified all at once.

"He’s probably never even made you make a sound like that," Mike mumbled against her skin, his voice muffled but dripping with arrogant certainty.

He looked up at her for a split second, his eyes hooded and dark. "He probably thinks you’re too ’refined’ for this!"

"And also...! He probably believes that you are too ’pure’ to desire me as intensely as you do right now."