Malcolm stares at her ass, licking his lips with a smug bastard smile on his face. One I’m going to enjoy wiping off. All in good time, but right now I have to take care of other business.
Backstage, her ragged breaths fill the hallway as she rushes towards a dressing room. Her chest heaves in her tight bodice, but she stills when she sees me, trapped under my heated stare.
I bare my teeth. “I told you to run, little fox.” My hand grips her by the throat, holding her in place while I steal a kiss from her lips and take what I want from her.
I can smell her arousal mixed with fear. The whole time she was dancing on stage, and I had to play nice and watch, she was torturing me. Dancing for me, not him, and I’ll gouge his eyes out for looking at her.
“I thought… Then Malcolm showed up and—” Her lip quivers.
“Shh. The only person you need to fear right now is me. I can free you of him, but don’t ask for freedom from me.” My thumb swipes over her trembling bottom lip. “You can’t escape me, Red. You had to know I’d come for you.” My teeth nip her ear. Her body vibrates under my hand before I drag her into the small dressing room and kick the door closed.
“Take off that wig. I want to see my red vixen.”
She pulls it from her head, then pulls a tie from her hair, letting it fall wildly around her face.
“There’s my good girl.” I undo the buckle on my belt. “I didn’t imagine our first time being like this, Red.” My fingers tease over the boned bodice she’s wearing. “It could have been so much better, in our bed, where I could take my time with you, worshipping these curves—” I stroke between her thighs over her frilled knickers. “And this pussy all night, but you leave me no choice.” My hands squeeze her tits. “Any ounce of control I had snapped when I saw you on that stage.”
“Do your worst.” She pants out the words.
“I intend to.” I rip the cups from her tits, loving how they spill out along with a bunch of notes she tucked down there. Money litters the floor as I dive down, smothering her nipple, grazing the flat of my tongue along the peak. The sensation stirs my cock. If he wasn’t fully erect, he is now.
She shivers beneath me, but lets out a whimper of pleasure.
My fingers dig into the black frills of her knickers and, like an animal, I rip them in two. She gasps. My knife she stole falls out onto the dressing table.
“I told you, little fox, when I found you, I was gonna eat you alive.” My mouth moves south, over the boned bodice, compacting all her luscious curves. I pull the blade out and cut the straps, holding it all together. One by one, she’s set free, now able to breathe a little easier, until my mouth reaches her clit, and she sucks in her breath.
Her fist tugs at my hair, but she’s not fighting me off. She’s holding me in place while I suckle on her clit. My tongue pierces her entrance, finding the cotton string.
I flash her a devilish grin as I tug on the cotton plug, dragging it out of her and tossing it in a bin at the side of the dressing table.
Her eyes widen when my tongue circles her entrance. “Dom, I’m bleeding. You can’t…” She hums out a moan.
“I can. And I will taste you. Do you know how often I’ve thought about dining out on you, Red?” I lick her clean, tasting the copper on my tongue. Piercing her entrance, I devour her, eating her out. Even revenge served cold never tasted this good.
She yelps when I sink my teeth into her folds, then suck on the plump flesh that hides her hidden treasure.
With my head trapped between her shaky legs, I tug at my zipper. Her moans and panting breaths mix with my own vibrating groans against her clit. I slip a thick finger inside her, then work another digit into her slick cunt, loving how she grips me.
With another lick of my tongue, she explodes. A gush of warm liquid coats my fingers as her walls pulse. Her thighs tense, squeezing my head between them, but I don’t let up until she’s completely satiated.
I pull my cock out, fisting my engorged dick. I’m high on her scent as I lift my head. “Are you ready to be fucked, Red?”
She gulps as I lift her more onto the dressing table and spread her thighs wider. The mirror lights flick on, putting her in the spotlight again. Her hair on fire, just like my soul.
Every item of clothing hangs from her body, torn like rags. “My heels.” She wiggles a foot, but I know she’s trying to buy some time. I’m not falling for her games.
My hands glide down her legs. “The heels can stay on while I fuck you.”
She trembles as my dick slides up and down her pussy, coating the head with her slickness, mixing it with my pre-cum. “You’re not wearing a condom,” she rasps.
“I’m taking you raw. Red fucking raw.” I inch inside her with a deep groan, then pause, letting her have a minute to get used to me before I wreck her pretty plump pussy.
Her eyes widen, more like a deer caught in the headlights than a fox caught by a hound. “I’m not on the pill or anything.”
I inch inside her a little more, loving how she wraps her legs around me, her body contradicting her words. “Good. Maybe if I put a baby in you, you’ll realise you belong to me.”
From the moment I set eyes on her, I wanted this; my cock filling her up, claiming her and worshipping her until she knows I’m the only man she’ll ever need. I’m the only man who can protect her, and the only man she’ll ever have to fear.
