“I’m taking what’s owed me,” I say. “I’m not fucking you because I want to make you feel good. It doesn’t matter if you like it. I’m fucking you for me, because I’m a man of principal, and I follow through with the contracts I sign.”
“I didn’t sign that contract,” she points out.
“But your fiancé did,” I say. “Deep down, you know he did, and you want it. You always wanted me, little girl. You were all over my dick like a regular slut, but you weren’t ready then. You’ve had plenty of practice now, haven’t you?”
“No,” she snaps. “I haven’t had any practice. We were waiting until the wedding.”
I throw my head back and laugh the way only she can make me. Then I jerk her head back against my chest and growl into her ear. “Stop fucking around and show me what’s mine tonight.”
Still glaring at me in the mirror, she slowly pulls aside the white cotton fabric, spreading herself with her fingers. The moment I get a peek of her pink cunt, I’m gone. I spin her around, pick her up by her little waist, and set her on the dresser. Then I’m between her knees, buried in the billows of her dress, and her head is between my hands. My mouth crashes onto hers, muffling her cry of protest. I take her with my tongue, fucking her mouth the way I fucked her cunt with it once. Tonight, there will be no pussy licking, no sweetness. Tonight, I’ll punish her for her part, and I’ll enjoy taking what she gave to someone else when it should have been mine. She should always have been mine.
I wrap my hand around her throat from the front this time, caressing her racing pulse point as I draw back, leaving her lips red and swollen. “I’m going to take it so hard you feel it in your soul,” I murmur. “Now spread your legs for me, little girl.”
“No,” she gasps, shoving me back. The moment my hands slip free of her, she launches herself off the dresser. Her bare feet hit the floor, and she runs for the door. I leap after her, fury pounding into me. She catches the door on her way out, slamming it in my face. A little scrap of her dress is caught in it, and I hear it tear as she yanks free. Then I hear her footsteps pattering down the hall. Instinct takes over, the years of crew girls and my prey drive sending me after her. Maybe Lennox is onto something, because I’ve never been harder as I prowl down the hall after her.
I don’t run. I don’t chase. I hunt.
I hear her footsteps thudding down the stairs, her exclamation of surprise when she finds her fiancé tied to a chair in the living room. She’s trying to get the tape off when I reach the room.
“You should have kept running, little girl,” I say, starting across the room toward her. “Did you forget he’s the one who gave you to me?”
The fact that she didn’t, that she stopped to try to save him, is the final blow. She fucking loves him. She loves him more than herself, stopped to try to free him even knowing she was sacrificing herself. Hatred and rage spread their wings inside me, the phoenix of fury rising and taking over.
When I reach for her, she darts around his chair, putting him between us. “I’ll scream,” she says, panic in her voice. “The neighbors will call the cops.”
“Then scream,” I say. “You already proved you have no problem sending me to jail. It’ll be worth it to wreck that sweet cunt in front of your husband.”
Lennox squirms and jerks his shoulders, his face red with rage behind the duct tape over his mouth, but I ignore him. I swipe for Rae again. She darts away, falling on her knees beside the couch. I think she tripped on her frilly dress until she yanks open a drawer in the little table. The next second, she swings around, aiming a pistol at me.
I cross the space between us in a single stride. “You think you’re going to shoot me?” I ask.
Lennox bellows behind his gag.
“I will,” Rae insists, aiming at me and releasing the safety. “Stay back.”
I grab the barrel to wrench it away.
She squeezes the trigger.
The window behind me shatters.
She fucking shot at me. If I hadn’t pushed the muzzle away when I grabbed it, she would haveshotme.
We stare at each other for a long second, and then the rage takes over. I grab her, shoving her against the wall. We wrestle for control of her writhing body inside the ridiculous layers of her dress that’s like fighting through a cloud of spiderwebs. The butt of the gun crashes against my temple, and I rip it from her hand and click on the safety before tossing it on the floor. My hand closes around her throat, and I yank down the top of my pants, freeing my cock. She lets out a mewl of protest, and behind me, I hear the door open, but I don’t turn.
Reggie came, the way he said he would. But I don’t need his help, and his presence won’t stop me any more than Lennox’s will.
Let them all watch me claim my prize, take what’s mine.
I reach the center of her dress, grab the damp fabric of her panties, and wrench them off, dropping the torn scrap of fabric on the floor. “Maddox,” she cries, but she doesn’t get out another word.
I knock her legs apart, line up my cock, and ram it into her as hard as I can.
She’s so tight I see stars. I’ve never been inside something so tight, so fucking hot and perfect. I draw out and slam into her again, relishing the fact that she still feels like a virgin when I don’t get her ready, relishing the knowledge that her tightness means she’s in pain. I bend my knees and crouch until only my tip is gripped in the vice of her cunt, then use all the power in my thighs to drive upwards, burying myself to the hilt in her slick, stranglehold of a cunt.
She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t even breathe. Her mouth drops open in silent anguish, though, as if the pain has stolen her voice, her breath, her soul.
It’s stolen mine, too. I drive into her like a man possessed, a vicious animal, using my cock like a weapon, stabbing into her sweet little cunt until her eyes roll back in her head and tears pour like rain down her cheeks. I can feel how wet she is, how slick, can feel her wetness slicking my cock for easy entrance and running down my balls as I bury myself in her again and again, as if I can extract payment for the devastation she caused.