Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 72: Black Rose The First Claim

Chapter 72: Black Rose The First Claim

Isabella was still gasping, her body shivering from the last orgasm that had left her legs too weak to stand. But Justin? He wasn’t done. Before she could recover, he lifted her off the couch, gripping her thighs tight, pressing her back against the cold wall.

She barely had time to process before—

Thrust.

"Ahhh!—"

His cock slammed deep into her, stretching her open in one raw, ruthless motion. Her nails clawed at his shoulders, her thighs trembling around his waist.

He gave her no space to breathe—his hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly before bringing her down on his length again.

And again.

And again.

Wet slaps echoed through the room, her moans breaking apart as he pounded into her, each thrust knocking the breath from her lungs.

Justin bit down on her shoulder, his growl vibrating against her skin. "Did you think we were done?"

Isabella was already wrecked, eyes glazed over, but still, she whimpered, shaking her head. Not yet.

Good.

He carried her away from the wall—still inside her, each step, his cock still buried deep, had her whimpering, clenching around him, her nails dragging down his back but Justin had something else in mind.

With one strong motion, he bent her over the desk, chest pressed against the wood, ass raised, legs weak beneath her—but she didn’t fall.

She couldn’t.

Not when he gripped her hips and slammed into her again.

Her breasts pressed against the surface, her hands clawing at the desk as he drove deeper, harder, faster. Justin leaned over her, one hand wrapping around her throat, forcing her head back so he could see her ruined expression.

"Look at you," he taunted, his fingers tightening slightly around her throat as he pounded her deeper. "You were acting all tough before, but now?"

Her lips parted, a desperate moan slipping free.

He chuckled. "You’re just my pretty little fucktoy now, aren’t you?"

Her body convulsed, her walls clenching hard.

Fuck.

"Ahh, yes~~" She loved that. She was seconds from breaking again, but Justin wasn’t done moving her, without pulling out, he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her again.

Her legs dangled helplessly, still trembling, her body fully dependent on him.

Justin walked them to the center of the room, then dropped to his knees, laying her down on the floor beneath him. Her thighs spread wide, his cock still deep inside her.

From this angle, he could see everything—the way she was stretched, how soaked she was, the way her pussy clenched desperately around him.

She reached for him, pulling him closer.

Justin crushed his lips against hers, swallowing her moans as he started moving again.

Slow. Deep. Filling her completely.

Isabella’s legs wrapped tight around his waist, her hands gripping his hair, her body arching into him. Their breath mingled, moans blending, bodies moving in sync.

Justin was losing himself in the heat of her, in the way she trembled beneath him, in the way she begged for more with every gasp, every moan.

"Justin—please, don’t stop—"

Fuck.

He wasn’t planning to and he could feel her close again—her walls fluttering around him, her body desperate but he wanted one last thing.

Without warning, he flipped her over onto all fours.

She gasped, barely having time to brace herself before he was behind her—gripping her hips, forcing her back onto his cock in one brutal thrust.

She screamed.

"That’s it," Justin groaned, gripping her ass, watching the way her body swallowed him completely. Her fingers dug into the floor, her arms shaking, her moans breaking into sobs of pleasure.

He leaned over, teeth grazing her ear.

"Cum for me, cum for daddy, Isabella my little whore!" he ordered.

And with one final thrust, she shattered.

Her body convulsed violently, back arching, her walls clenching around him so tight he nearly lost it.

Justin growled, burying himself deep as his own release tore through him, his breath was ragged, his body trembling against hers. They collapsed together, bodies still intertwined, the heat of their skin melding into one.

For a moment, there was only silence—only the sound of their breaths, only the lingering echoes of pleasure still buzzing through their veins.

Then, finally, Justin smirked.

He pressed a kiss against the back of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

"Told you," he murmured. "That was only round one."

Isabella shuddered beneath him.

And she smiled.

Before she could catch her breath, Justin flipped her onto her stomach. A startled gasp tore from her lips as strong hands yanked her up, pressing her chest against the armrest of the couch.

Her knees dug into the cushions, her hips lifted, leaving her completely exposed.

The cool air ghosted over her heated skin, only amplifying the raw sensation of being so open, so vulnerable—so ready.

Her mind barely had time to catch up before—

THRUST.

"Ahhh—!"

Her scream broke apart, her fingers clawing at the couch, grasping at nothing. Justin drove into her from behind, stretching her all over again—deeper than before.

There was no slow buildup this time.

No warning.

Just pure, unrelenting dominance.

A sharp, choked moan left her lips as she felt every thick inch of him forcing its way inside, filling her completely. Her body arched, overwhelmed, but Justin wasn’t letting her adjust.

Not this time.

He wanted her ruined.

And she wasn’t getting a choice.

Justin’s fingers tightened around her waist, gripping her hard as he dragged her back onto him, making her take every inch that she could. Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling from the sheer force of his thrusts.

Her body rocked forward with every brutal snap of his hips, the wet, obscene slaps filling the room, mixing with her broken, desperate moans.

"You wanted this?" His voice was rough, feral, edged with wicked amusement. His hand suddenly shot forward, fisting into her hair, yanking her head back.

"Mmmm— yes~"

Her mouth parted in a strangled gasp, her back arching deeper as her neck was forced to stretch, exposing the delicate line of her throat.

"Then take it." His words were a growl, a command and then—he pounded into her without restraint.

Her body jerked forward with each vicious slam, the armrest digging into her ribs, grounding her as he took her hard and fast her moans were wrecked, high-pitched, almost sobbing with pleasure..She tried to keep up, tried to brace herself, but Justin held her exactly where he wanted her.

Her walls clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper, trying to keep him inside.

And Justin felt it.

A deep, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he watched her fall apart, knowing she couldn’t stop him even if she tried, his hand in her hair tightened, yanking her head even further back, forcing her to feel every brutal inch.

Her lips quivered, her breath hitched, her body melting under his control.

Justin leaned forward, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear.

"Still think you can handle me, baby?"

She tried to answer, but all that came out was a shattered, desperate moan.

And Justin?

He wasn’t done.