“I knew from the moment I saw you that I’d be your ruin, Little Fox. I had no idea that you’d also be mine.” With that ominous statement, he cuts off my oxygen again.
Ripping his fingers from my cunt, he slaps my pussy, once, twice, before shoving them back in, except this time, he uses four fingers instead of two. I immediately feel the stretch and burn. I feel the tear. I feel the pain—and I fucking love it. It’s everything.
Perfect.
My hips thrust forward, fucking myself on him as my ass arches backward, rubbing on his cock. A cock that is massive and solid against me. It spurs me on, bringing me closer and closer to that elusive space where I find pure bliss and pleasure. Where I really let go. Where I allow myself the freedom to just fuckingbe.
I can feel myself soaking Wolfe’s hand as my body trembles and responds to his. I can feel myself relenting—giving—excepting. I am his. At this moment, he owns me wholly and completely.
“That’s it, Little Fox. Fuck yourself on my hand. Take everything you want, you greedy little slut. You can have it. You can have it all.” His voice is a pain-filled, throaty rasp. He sounds just as needy as I feel. He sounds like he’s the one being deprived of oxygen.
He’s right I must be a greedy slut, because even with four fingers lodged inside me, splitting me at the seams, I still want more. He releases my throat, and I gasp out that one word, “More.”
I expect him to laugh. I expect a condescending sound to echo through my ear in that deep, tortured voice of his, but instead, he releases something that sounds a whole fuck of a lot like a moan. His hips are now actively rubbing against my ass, fucking me through our clothes. It’s not enough. I want to feel him.Needto feel him. I’m going to die if I don’t feel Wolfe moving inside my body
He collars my throat again. This time, his hold on me is so punishing I can already feel the bruises forming in my flesh. I canfeelmy breath seeping from me as I teeter on the edge of passing out. But I don’t stop him because I’m also on the edge of so much more.
More, more, more.
Mentally, I’m begging and it comes out, in a wordless chant. My lips move, repeating that one word again and again, even though he can’t hear me. But, I can’t stop and it’s not because I needmore…it’s because I needevery fucking thing.
“That’s it. My brave girl, trusting the Devil with your life in his hands. Such a good fucking girl for me,” he praises causing me to jolt in his grasp. “I can’t wait until I can explore every inch of your delectable body. I can’t wait until I can fuck this pussy raw, Little Fox.”
He releases my throat and curves his fingers upwards inside of me while he continues those maddening soft circles against my clit with his thumb. Wolfe’s tongue licks up the side of my abused neck before placing a surprisingly gentle kiss beneath my ear. My pussy flutters around his fingers in response. He laves open mouth kisses over my skin before clamping down on my flesh.
“Harder,” I pant, shaking with the force of my impending orgasm. It’s there, it’s so close. So close. So— “Make me bleed.”
“My pleasure,” he murmurs, his lips moving against my skin. He bites down harder, and the sharp flash of pain sends me barreling over the edge into the most potent, life-altering release I’ve ever experienced.
This time, I do scream and Wolfe lets me. I feel his smirk ghost over the bite before the distinct sensation of him sucking on the wound.On my blood.It’s filthy. Completely vile and so fucking hot. He’s swallowing my blood, and something about that singular act sends me over the edge again. I cum all over Wolfe’s fingers and hand until I’m shaking and dizzy. He lets me ride out the aftershocks, pumping into me gently, sweetly, before ripping his hand from my sopping wet pussy.
I gasp in shock, and before I know what’s happening, he shoves his dripping fingers into my open mouth, forcing me to consume my own release. His long digits push into my throat, making me gag and sputter, but I take it. I suck and lick every drop of myself from him, hoping to please him. Hoping for just one hit of his personal flavor beneath my own.
“My perfect little whore,” he rasps. “So beautiful.Mine.” His voice is laced with so much possession and anger, yet there is something distinctly familiar about it. And that word—mine. My heart skips a beat and my breath catches. “Make no mistake, Little Fox.You are mine. The next time you let someone else’s hands touch you, I will remove them and punish you. I’m a selfish bastard, Rayvn. I’m possessive with my things. No one touches my property.”
With every word, my racing heart picks up its pace, and my vision becomes spotty. I open my mouth to respond, but then all at once, he’s gone.
I stumble forward, tripping over my heels as my weak legs fight to support me. A man catches me before I fall. He smiles sweetly but his hands gripping the exposed flesh of my arms burn like a fire licking up my skin. Wolfe’s words reverberate through my mind as pure terror sets in, intermingling with the all-consuming ecstasy from multiple life-altering orgasms.
There, on that dance floor I let go, and instead of falling, I flew. In the hands of the Devil himself, I became something and someone else completely. It was exhilarating. It was terrifying. It was everything.
Hewas everything.
My Wolfe.
Perfect.
Chapter Fourteen
“Idon’tunderstand,man.What’s your fucking deal?” the douchebag barks as I roughly shove him against the wall, sending his drink to the ground. The glass shatters, and the heady scent of vodka permeates the air. He grunts, but I pay him no mind, pressing my forearm harder into his throat. I cut off his oxygen in a much less sexy way than I did to my girl before dragging this fucker from the bar.
The reminder of Rayvn and the way his hands looked against her body instantly fills me with rage. Anger, like I’ve never felt before, consumes me to the point that I’m no longer seeinghim. I’m seeing his hands on her. His cock grinding against her ass. His mouth on her neck.
Himtouching what belongs tome.
When she’d told me she was going out tonight, I tried to be fine with it. I tried to ignore the pulsing behind my eyes, and the tug in my gut. The need to follow her the way I have been for months. The bone-deep urge to have my sights on her at all fucking times. I tried, and clearly, I failed. A fact I’m immensely thankful for now that I have this piece of shit pinned and gasping for breath before me.
His tan skin has a red hue to it that I honestly didn’t think was possible. When they say someonesees red, I thought it was just a metaphor, but I’ve quickly come to learn when it comes to my Little Fox, I see in all sorts of new colors.