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His hold on my hair has tears sliding down my face, as he tries to force me back to my feet. I can't sense him standing in front of me, but I punch out to where his legs should be, only to meet nothing but air. Then it dawns on me he's up on the fucking counter, and he's using it as a ledge. "FUCKER!" I yell as I force myself to my feet, and strike out at his grip on my hair to break his hold. He grunts but doesn't instantly release me, instead, I feel him try to reach for my neck to subdue me, but fuck that shit.

I slam my head forward, using his grip against him, and manage to hit some part of him. He releases me, as I hear his body sliding from the counter and regaining his feet. I shove the stools in his direction as I dart back toward the doorway, but don't get more than two or three feet before I'm brought down, my forearms and knees slamming into the floor with jarring force. A thick forearm wraps around my neck, pulling me taut and causing me to choke, as his body envelops mine, his heat radiating into my cool bare skin.

His strong fingers slip around my abdomen, and down to my weeping pussy, flicking my clit hard, as I scream, but the sound is stifled by my lack of air. Two fingers are suddenly slammed inside of me, forcing my body to bow as he presses his hard cock into my lower back, and uses his legs to force my knees to widen. His thumb strokes my throbbing clit in time with his thrusts, and I can hear the lewd sounds of my wetness filling the air. My vision begins to darken even more, shapes losing focus as my air rapidly diminishes. I scratch at his forearm, digging my nails in until they come away wet from his blood, but instead of crying out in pain, he moans hoarsely.

"Who knew you were such a greedy, little pain slut, Spitfire. Look at how your wetness coats my fingers." He licks my cheek like an animal, and the motion should revolt me, but instead it has my body writhing against his fingers, trying to deepen his penetration. "Soon you'll be coating my cock!"

He releases his grip on my neck, his fingers tightening on my jaw and forcing my face to meet his. His mouth slams down on mine, ravaging my lips with his teeth as his tongue dives inside to plunder mine, all while his fingers bring me closer and closer to an orgasm. He yanks his fingers out, and I cry in despair against his lips, before he slaps my pussy hard with his wet digits and slams them back inside my tight hole.

My nipples are tight enough to cut glass, and my knees begin to shake, my body spasming, as the orgasm slams into me like a destruction-filled tsunami making landfall. Every part of me lights up until it feels like I'm ready to explode, and all the while he greedily swallows every moan and whimper.

Once I stop shaking, and he releases my lips, my head slumps forward between my shoulder blades until my hair is touching the floor. His breathing is heavy, his body shuddering against mine as his hard cock digs into my flesh, still restrained in his pants.

"Time to say good night, Spitfire, but don't worry, there won't be any sweet parting." I'm so confused, and still overcome by my post-orgasm daze at his words, that I don't realize he's managed to put me back in a headlock until it's too late. I fight against his hold, but his tightly wrapped limbs are more effective at controlling my movements.

A loud screeching fills my ears, and I realize too late that it's coming from inside my head before the world goes dark.

TWENTY-THREE

XAVIER

Ihum to myself as I wrap the leather bands securely around her wrists and her head lolls forward, all of her beautiful dark hair obscuring her features. I gently push it back, taking in her long, dark lashes pressed firmly against her high cheekbones and her ivory complexion, marred by red blotches from our struggle. "You'll wake soon, Spitfire, and then the real fun can begin."

Have you lost your fucking mind completely, Xavier?! What do you think is going to happen when she wakes up in a panic after you knocked her out, and realizes you have her restrained?!

I ignore his shouting inside my head, refusing to allow him to ruin this for me. I finally have my girl, right where I want her, and no one is taking her away from me. I move back, allowing the heavy, steel chains attached to the cuffs to take her weight, and her body to sag forward. I grab the red silk cord and begin wrapping it intricately around her left thigh, before hoisting it through the ring I have in the ceiling, and forcing her legs to spread while she balances on only one foot.

Beautiful. Her glistening pussy calls to me, and I'm weak to deny it, as I fall to my knees before her, spreading her lips open with my fingers, before licking her from clit to asshole and back again. "Fuck, you taste like heaven, Scarlett," I groan, slipping my middle finger inside of her and pumping leisurely, as I suck on her swollen clit.

She wakes with a start, rattling the chains, as a terrified scream rips from her lips. I continue to suck, and thrust another finger inside of her, curving my fingers to stroke against that same spot that made her explode earlier. I use my other hand to caress her asscheeks before slapping one hard, and propelling her onto the tip of her toes with the pain. "WHAT THE FUCK! RELEASE ME!"

When she gets loose, we are either dead or going to jail, you fucking reckless fool. How could you risk us like this for a taste of her pussy?!

I ignore her demand. She doesn't mean it anyway. Her pussy is soaking my digits all the way down to my wrist, as it greedily clamps down. I slap her other asscheek, before grazing my teeth against her clit, and her whole body spasms. I can feel the orgasm rising already in her as her muscles contract, and a thin sheen of sweat forms on her skin. As much as I would like to see her cum again, I need to feel her do it while I'm taking my fill of her. "Xavier, release... me... now!"

Her gasps are charming, as is the pink tinge across her chest and neck, and all the hickeys I've left littered along her breasts and collarbones while she was passed out. I couldn't help myself. She smells and tastes so good. "Don't think I will, Spitfire. I haven't had my fill of you yet. Have you already forgotten our deal? You didn't manage to get away, beautiful." I groan into her flesh as more of her wetness seeps out, as I give her cunt one last lick before pushing myself to my feet.

I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and slam my lips down on hers when she gasps. My tongue pushes through her lips and tangles with hers, until both of us are breathless, as I rub my naked body against hers. My cock presses against her stomach, coating her warm flesh in my precum. I break the kiss and stare into her dark chocolate eyes, the amber flecks more vibrant with her arousal. "Do you see how delicious you taste, Spitfire?"

She's not worth dying for, Xavier. Have your fill and fucking snap her neck, before she discovers who you really are.

I take my hard cock in my harsh grip and squeeze against each of the piercings along my length, a shudder racing down my spine as my engorged, leaking crown butts against her clit over and over, coating her in my essence. I slap against her pussy with my cock, and a little whimper leaves her lips, as her head falls forward on my shoulder. "Please," she whispers, her voice almost broken.

Her leg shakes as I keep rubbing my cock against her, getting her off with just the tip. Just as her limbs are about to give out, and I can feel her body shaking with the need to come, I slam inside of her to the hilt, and she screams loudly, straining against the restraints. The sound brings me so much pleasure that I have to stop myself from instantly coming on the spot.

"FUCK," her ragged sobs are almost too much for me, as I pull out to the tip and thrust slower this time inside of her, allowing her to feel each of the four rungs on my Jacob's ladder. "Ohmygod, ohmygod," she cries with desperation, as I slam home and instantly pull out again to do it all over again, this time using my thumb to rub circles on her clit at the same time.

"There is no God, Spitfire, you and I both know that. Just monsters and demons, and I will always be your monster to command, but not here. Here you belong to me." I wrap my fingers around her neck, tightening as I thrust over and over inside of her warm, tight pussy, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air around us. She sobs with pleasure every time my thick cock bottoms out inside of her. "Beg me to let you come, Scarlett."

Her face begins to flush deep red, her lips parting open, and her eyes flutter just as I loosen my grip, and allow her to take a deep inhale of air. Her neck is already marked with the impression of my fingerprints, and that makes me deliriously happy, but it's not enough. I want something more permanent on her skin, something that says she will always belong to me. I need to fucking brand her as mine. An image of my name on her skin almost has me coming on the spot.

Don't you fucking dare, idiot!

Get the fuck out of my head! Let me enjoy this in peace!

"PLEASE!" She screams, as I slip my fingers around her body and grasp her ass harshly, forcing her to wrap her remaining leg around my waist and accept my hard thrusting. Her body sways against me, her arms stretched tautly to the ceiling, and not allowing her to slow my harsh momentum.

"That's it, baby, take all of me, you belong to me," I grunt, as I feel my orgasm rising like a bolt of electricity up my spine, making all the hairs on my arms and legs stand on end. God, her body is perfection. The way her pussy is squeezing my cock is the best feeling in the world, and I'll never get enough of her. Even if we lived ten lifetimes, it would still not be enough.