Her delicate moans only hardened me further.
"See this?" I murmured, tracing the tattoo with my tongue. "You're branded with my mark, yet you dare entertain thoughts of other men—a whole crowd of them."
She parted her lips, likely to hurl more barbs, but I wanted only moans from that mouth. My hand delved beneath her dress. A thong tonight—simple to nudge the flimsy lace aside. She was drenched.
I spun her around, clamping a hand over her mouth before she could protest, and aligned myself.
"Look at this city," I whispered in her ear. "It's my domain. And you're my woman. No matter what schemes brew in that head of yours, you belong to me alone."
I brushed off her muffled curses—labeling me a pervert, a freak, all that. One hand kneaded her breast, pinching and rolling the rigid peak, while the other ventured lower, stroking her slick, swollenfolds. "Gonna fuck you right here," I growled. "You like that, Noelle? Getting railed out in the open, exposed for anyone to see?"
She shot me a glare over her shoulder, eyes blazing. But they were edged with red, her body quivering under my caresses, fresh waves of arousal slicking my fingers. I knew she was aroused, secretly thrilled. Satisfaction flooded me.
"Want it?" I teased, circling her clit with deliberate pressure. "Be honest, and I'll give you what you need."
Stubborn as ever, she refused to speak. So I persisted, teasing her relentlessly, then gripped the icy railing to cool my hand before plunging my fingers inside her. The frosty shock made her gasp and arch.
"I want it," she finally breathed, her voice fracturing.
"Good girl," I murmured approvingly, withdrawing my hand. Without delay, I freed myself and drove into her from behind, sinking deep in one powerful thrust.
I pounded hard, each stroke merciless, shattering her fragmented curses into breathless gasps. "Fucking... pervert..." she stuttered, but my relentless rhythm splintered her words into moans.
"You dare let them ogle you like that again?" I demanded, hips slamming forward. "This filthy, dripping side of you—begging for it—is mine alone to witness. Admit it." I plunged deeper. "Who owns this greedy little cunt? Who turns you into such a soaked mess?"
She couldn't form a response, just whimpered, her inner walls gripping me tight.
I seized her breast, guiding the taut nipple to graze the cold railing. "Like that? The freeze tormenting your sensitive tip while I fuck you raw?"
Her moans flowed endlessly, but the way she clenched around me revealed her delight. It fueled my excitement, my thrusts growing fiercer, slamming her against the barrier.
Noelle tossed out broken curses—"You bastard... so damn rough..."—the kind that teased and tempted, only heightening my arousal. I spanked her ass, the crack echoing in the night. "Louder, sweetheart. Let me hear you scream."
She clamped her teeth together, resisting. I pressed her forward, her entire chest flush against the railing, the cool metal abrading her nipples with every punishing drive.
At last, she shattered—piercing cries and moans erupting. "Okay, I love it! Please... Kholod, it's overwhelming!"
Only then did I relent, but not before the dress became a nuisance, bunching up and hindering my access. With a snarl, I gripped the fabric and ripped it savagely down the seam, tearing it apart to spread her legs wider, allowing me to bury myself even deeper.
Her body trembled with each brutal thrust, the bridge's lights casting flickering shadows over us as I claimed her utterly. The city stretched out below, indifferent, but this moment was ours—raw, vulnerable, entirely mine.
I kept the filthy whispers coming, reminding her she'd never invite another man's gaze. "Feel me stretching you? Every thick inch owning you. You're mine to fuck, mine to brand. Pull that stunt again, and I'll bend you over right in front of them—prove exactly who you belong to."
Noelle's retorts dissolved into panting pleas, her defiance crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure. I clutched her hips, angling to strike that perfect spot, making her back bow and her cries intensify. The railing's chill against her skin heightened it all, her nipples scraping the metal in sync with my rhythm, sending electric shivers through her that I could feel pulsing around me.
"You adore being my filthy little secret, don't you? Bent over here, stuffed full of my cock like the eager slut you are." I delivered another sharp smack to her ass, demanding more. "Scream my name, Noelle. Let the entire bridge know how desperately you crave this."
She tried to hold back, jaw tight, but I ground her harder against the rail, the unyielding friction on her peaks merciless. Her moans built to outright screams, her body spasming as she pleaded, "Yes, Kholod! I love it... don't stop!"
That capitulation sent me spiraling, but I prolonged it, relishing every plunge, every gasp. The tattered dress dangled uselessly now, leaving her bare to the night breeze. I savored her exposure, her heatclamping down with each lewd query. "Still fantasizing about those stares? Or is my cock the only thing that gets you this wet?" She couldn't speak, just nodded wildly, adrift in ecstasy.
I shifted tempos—slow, grinding depths to torment, then rapid, punishing slams—her curses morphing into affectionate taunts: "You animal... give it to me harder..." It spurred me on. Another firm spank to her flushing cheeks, and she yelped even louder, the noise blending with the far-off city drone.
Finally, as she quivered on the brink, I unleashed fully, propelling us both to climax. Her orgasm crashed first, her walls milking me in rhythmic waves, drawing out my own release amid her echoing screams across the bridge.
Once it was over, Noelle practically melted in my arms. The dress was in ruins, and she had no energy left for fighting or swearing. At last, she could actually hear me.
I slipped off my jacket and draped it around her, holding her snugly.
