26. Tony
Watching her dance with that stranger nearly sent me over the fucking edge. The way she allowed his fucking hands to grope her like she was his was fucking bullshit. He’s currently tied up in the basement, my men grabbing him before he could get near her after we caught him trying to hunt her down. We’ll find out shortly if he’s with Obsidian, but even if he’s not, he doesn’t get to touch what isn’t his and live to see another day.
I’ve been watching her for days as she lets herself get more and more comfortable in the club. The sharks that have been circling her have been closing in, coming up from the depths, and we’ve been taking them out one by one. Hook, line, and sinker. The way that she’s willingly putting herself out there as fucking bait has me seeing red. She fucking knows what she’s doing and the implications of it.
The thing is, though, I think she gets off on being followed. Hunted .
I’ve taken this little hidden kink and have amplified it for her this week. I watched the way she would look around the club, the feeling of my gaze on her, and trying to pinpoint where the feeling was coming from. She doesn’t know that I learned a long time ago how to keep hidden in the shadows, and I can choose if I want someone to know if they're being watched.
A game of cat and mouse that I never lose.
This little game of mine would drive my targets to the edge of paranoia, where they would get reckless and make my job easier. Some nearly went insane until they finally came out of hiding or ended their own pathetic lives. It’s a skill that is not normally successfully done by a man as large as I am, but when you’re threatened within an inch of your life every day, and failure means you die, well, you learn to master said skill. No matter what it takes.
Looking down at this woman, who I could snap in half if I wanted to, has my cock throbbing. She’s flushed, her thighs and pussy slick with her cum, her delicate arms above her head with my belt digging in and already leaving marks as she presses against the binding.
She’s almost fucking perfect.
The only thing missing is my cum mixed with hers, my marks across her skin. I press my fingers harder, making sure that her soft skin will bruise under my touch. My snake tattoo looks at her like it’s ready to strike, to sink its teeth into her and fill her with poison. My poison .
Devin has coddled her and has been treating her like a fucking damsel, one who was locked away in a tower. When I suspect that she knows exactly what she’s doing, luring Obsidian out by being on the club's main floor for multiple nights in a row. She’s fucking clever and while I don’t think she knows all the rules, she’s a key player in this game.
Devin has been pushing me to cross the line with her, with him. But if he’s not careful, I will fucking break her, and it won’t be pretty.
But the way she’s looking at me right now, she’s practically begging for it. She wants me to shatter her piece by piece, cracking her open, and letting the dark parts of her show before I haphazardly put her back together. She’s trembling under my touch, but not in fear. No, I would be able to smell her fear from a mile away, just like I can smell her arousal that has soaked the sheets beneath her. She’s drenched in desire.
Devin thinks he’s been rough with her for the past week, but he doesn’t know what rough with her can be. She’s not delicate like he tries to make her. Because in front of me is a woman who fought to free herself, ripping the claws of a monster from her skin one by one until he no longer had a hold on her. A woman who took a risk and ran on nearly bloody feet, who has fought for herself not only the last few months but all the years that she was in that fucker’s grasp. She was a caged bird and now that her wings have stretched, she’s attempting to fly.
I’ve listened to him devour her and I know that she’s been begging for more. She wants it harder. Faster. Rougher .
She wants me .
And the night that I watched him fuck her was when I realized that she was no different than me.
A fucking masochist.
The torment between her legs reminds her that she’s alive, and I’m sure that’s how she survived for so long under Matt’s grasp, just submitting and letting him fuck her until he was satisfied and then keeping her head down. I know because I used the same tactics while I was being held prisoner. When I had to learn to play the game to stay alive.
I saw it in her eyes that night, that she wanted me to get up and fuck her until she wasn’t breathing. I saw the disappointment in her eyes as I came in my own hand and not in her beautiful pussy. I think Devin had a flicker of disappointment, but it was fleeting, and he had to play his little game to take back control.
I couldn’t fucking handle it, the disappointment, because I hadn’t ever come that hard in my own hand while watching other people fuck until I started watching them. I have used my voyeurism as an escape tactic, and unless I had the overwhelming urge to dominate someone myself, I found my own satisfaction in watching people in the Underground. Lately, I haven’t needed to, because I have taken my kink to new heights, watching from the corners of my own apartment.
It’s sick and twisted, and it hasn’t been helping my urges, but seeing her being wholly degraded by him and pushed over the edge multiple times had a part of me that I had locked away years ago banging on its cell door. Rattling its cage.
I palm my cock. All I want to do is sink my dick right into her sweet pussy, but I hold back because I’m fucking furious, and if I try to fuck her now…Well, I’ll do more harm than good.
I know she could sense me watching her as she let that fucking piece of shit touch her, grind on her, feel her up. She was fucking with me, and whether she knows it or not, she’ll have his blood on her hands after I let Devin loose, letting him cut off every finger from the man who grazed her skin.
She may think I’m the crazy, brooding one, ready to blow a man’s brains out for running his mouth, and she’s right—but Devin’s not much different from his own bloodlust. He has his own pent-up rage and deep-seated Daddy issues. She hasn’t seen fucking anything yet.
I let my finger slide through her folds, her breath hitching as I circle my finger around her hole. Goddamn she’s so fucking wet, it makes my mouth water. One of these days I’m going to fucking devour her pussy, fuck her with my tongue, and let her drown me in her cum.
One. Of. These. Days.
I inch my finger in and start pumping it in and out, eventually adding another finger as she stretches for me. Her own hands curl into a fist, tensing above her head as she moans into the open room, her eyes fluttering shut. I want to shove all her holes full of the toys that she laid out for herself, but I don’t want to sacrifice the chance to feel her against my skin. To fuck her with my fingers and let her come all over my hand before I sink my throbbing cock into her needy pussy.
“Eyes on me,” I bite out and her eyes fly open, looking at me with dilated pupils as my hand wraps back around her throat, roughly pressing my fingers into her skin.
My two fingers pump in and out, and with each thrust, I let my thumb press into her clit. Her thighs are shaking as she soaks the sheets beneath her. Her needy cunt squeezes my fingers and I imagine it being my cock.
She moans my name, and I love the way it sounds as it pours from her lips. “Say it again,” I spit, my cock twitching behind the zipper of my pants, ready to sink into her tight cunt. I tighten my grip on her throat, feeling her pulse quicken as it pounds against the pads of my fingers.
“Tony,” she breathes. Her voice is thick and seductive, like a siren trying to lure me into the sea.
“Again.” My voice gets harsher as her legs start to shake, her orgasm building as her walls clench my fingers with every thrust, her breaths quickening.
I press on her clit, and her hips buck as she screams my name, her pussy holding my fingers in a death grip as she soaks my hand and the sheets.
Fucking perfection.
This woman has burrowed herself under my skin and infected me. I knew it from the moment I saw her that she would cause me trouble, but like the soldier I am, I pushed all of that down and carried on into battle. She was nothing more than a civilian, and I was there to take down the chaos that was ensuing around her. I didn’t plan on stepping on a bomb and watching as my chest blew open, letting everything I’d been suppressing for weeks out.
She’s now mixed into the narrative of my nightmares, ones where she’s just out of reach as the whole building collapses, rubble covering her delicate body, and before I can get to her, I’m ripped away. The nightmares have plagued me for years, but since she’s shown up, they’ve only gotten worse, and my ability to sleep has receded more and more.
She’s driving me closer and closer to the edge of insanity as my addiction to her becomes harder to ignore.
She grinds her hips, and I slow my rhythm, letting her waves of pleasure crash over her. I watch her eyes roll back into her head as the aftershocks pulse through her. Her body relaxes slightly after each one.
Reluctantly, I remove my fingers from her pussy, my hand coated in her cum. I want nothing but to taste her on my tongue, but my mask stays in place because only those closest to me get to see what’s underneath, and I can count those people on one hand. It’s a privilege hard-earned, and she’s not ready for the virus underneath to infect her.
Instead, I reach up and wipe my cum-coated finger across her lips. She gasps at my touch, opening her mouth as I shove my fingers in. “Suck,” I command, and without a second thought, I feel her soft tongue go between my fingers and clean herself from me. “Such a fucking good girl,” I praise as I pull my fingers from her mouth, releasing them with a pop.
She’s breathless and flushed, her cum smeared across her lips as the red marks from my fingers shine on her neck. The sight makes my dick twitch, and I can feel the precum soaking my underwear, threatening to expose me. “So fucking beautiful with my handprint wrapped around your pretty little throat like a necklace of blood rubies.” I run my knuckles across her throat, and I feel her swallow deeply, her throat constricting.
Her eyes are wide as I grip her waist and turn her onto her stomach, yanking her hips back with one hand, her glorious ass ready to be spread and stuffed with the butt plug she had picked out for herself. I pull it from my pocket and pump it into her pussy, coating it with her cum. I slap her ass, the sound echoing in the room, and she cries out. I smooth my palm over the skin, knowing that she likes it in rapid succession.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
My handprints welt her skin, and they look just as perfect as I knew they would as her cum drips down her thighs. I spread her cheeks and press the plug against her hole, and she tenses. “Relax, baby. I’m going to stuff all your holes and fucking make you mine .”
The last word nearly comes out a growl, but she relaxes, and I easily slide the plug in. She groans as I press the little button on it to turn it on, the vibrator coming to life. Her ass cheeks clench and she attempts to muffle her moans into the mattress. I smirk as I pick her panties off the floor that are still soaked from her dripping cunt.
I come around the side of the bed, the panties balled in my hand. “Look at me.” She turns her head, her eyes bright as the vibrator goes to work on her ass. “Open that dirty little mouth, baby.” She eyes my hand, and a sliver of panic flickers across her face as if I would actually hurt her.
She has no idea what I would do.
Like the good little girl she is, she obliges. I stuff the panties in, making sure that she can taste herself. “If you know what’s good for you, you will keep those in your fucking mouth, or I’ll find a way to keep them there.”
Her eyes widen as I step away, and her whimper follows me back around the bed. Kicking off my boots, I nearly rip off my pants and boxer briefs, my cock springing free with precum dripping from the tip. I step up behind her, slapping her pussy and she jumps, letting out a muffled yelp as I line myself up with her entrance, gripping her hip. I ease myself into her, doing my best to go slow, but the sound of her moaning has me shamelessly thrusting myself into her. Her pussy clenches around my cock as I hit her deep with short thrusts.
Fuck , she feels like fucking heaven.
I pound into her, turning up the speed of the vibrator stuffed into her ass. Her knuckles are white as she grips the sheets even harder, the muffled sounds she’s making almost animalistic. It’s so fucking sexy watching her come undone like this. Only the people I pay willingly take me as I fuck them like this, but she’s taking me like she was made for me.
“You’re taking me so fucking good, baby.” I let each word match my thrust. “Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” She responds with a moan, pushing her hips back and meeting me with each thrust. Oh, she really is fucking made for me. The only thing we’re missing is Devin, and I don’t think that it will be difficult to convince him for next time, because there will be a next time.
And another.
And another .
My balls tighten and I feel a tingle in my lower back as I pound harder into her. I pick up her vibrator from the bed and reach around, turning it on to its highest setting and pressing it roughly against her swollen clit. She screams, her inner walls choking my cock. “That’s it, baby, come for me. Come all over my cock before I fill your needy cunt.” Her hips falter, her breaths coming through her nose even more labored as she clenches my cock and screams around her panties, falling over the edge.
I drop the vibrator, the buzzing sound muffled against the sheets as I pound into her. My hips stutter, my orgasm hitting me as a growl tears from my throat. I fill her with my cum, thrusting through my own aftershocks before reluctantly pulling out. My cum drips down her thighs and I catch it with my fingers, pressing it back into her. She’s panting as I take a step back to admire the masterpiece I made.
She’s a mess. A fucking beautiful mess.
Her makeup is smeared across her face, our cum dripping, her panties soaked with her spit, and her ass in the air with the plug that I have yet to shut off. Her skin is covered with my red marks, to remind her that while she’s her own woman, no one else but us gets to touch her.
Grabbing my phone from my pants, I snap photos of her on the bed while she looks right at me. A smile pulls at my lips, and I know that this one meets my eyes as her own widen, taking me in as if she’s truly seeing me for the first time.
I have images of her getting licked and sucked by Devin. Hell, I even have images from the other night when he finally manned up and fucked her. But this, this is my own masterpiece that I will keep locked away and admire in the darkest hours of the night.
I pull the plug from her ass and deposit the toys into the cleaning bin that is in every room. She keeps her ass in the air, like the good girl she is, as I come around and unbind her hands. I pull the belt away and see the angry red marks that mar her skin.
I let another smile pull at my mouth because those won’t be going away for some time, and I can’t wait to see the look on Devin’s face when he notices them. I watch her hands to see what she does, but she keeps them curled into the sheets, not moving. It’s like she understands that I don’t like to be touched, but right now, I want her to defy me. Reach up and brush her fingers across my skin. What the fuck is that about?
Pulling the panties from her mouth, she sucks in a breath and licks her lips. She lifts herself up on all fours, her eyes still on me, dropping to my cock that is getting hard again by the way she’s looking at it.
At me .
That can’t be fucking right. People don’t look at me like the way she is. They look at me as someone to fear or to get fucked by. She’s looking at me as if she could wrap herself around me like a snake and suffocate me, sinking her fangs into my chest and ripping out my heart. Swallowing it whole.
And the fucked up part? I would let her.
I pull her phone from my pocket and drop it on the bed, letting it bounce on the mattress. She turns to face me, eyeing her phone as her screen lights up, showing her sunset lock screen. Her brow raises and it’s obvious that she knows I went through it.
One of my points of rage is that she’s been receiving threatening messages and has yet to tell us. Every number they come from has already been disconnected and registered under dead or nonexistent people. Devin is going to lose his fucking mind when he finds out .
I redress, taking my time as I slowly feed my belt through the loops, my cock twitching at the image of her bound with it. Yanking on my boots, I make sure to go even slower as I tighten the laces like the good soldier I am. I’ve been watching her out of the corner of my eye this entire time, and she hasn’t moved a muscle or said a word. Instead, she’s been watching me curiously, like a cat would watch a bird. Or a snake.
I eye the door that’s hidden at the back of the room, the one I so cleverly let myself in with. She follows my gaze, narrows hers at the door, and then back at me. Well, there’s another secret that she’s in on now. I’ll either have to keep her or kill her.
She finally moves as she scoots to the end of the bed, sliding off, she gracefully stands on her feet. She adjusts her dress that doesn’t even come close to covering the sheen of cum that coats the inside of her thighs. Her brows furrow as she looks around before her head slowly floats back in my direction, her eyes locking onto my pants pocket. The same pocket that her panties are now in.
I let my gaze roam over her, the urge to bend her over and fuck her again has the tension in the room building, and I can see in her eyes that she’s thinking the same thing. I broke my own rule by following her into this room, knocked down my own fucking wall, and let her waltz right in.
There’s no going back now.
I fixate on the red marks across the column of her neck, some of them already darkening into bruises, and even with the best makeup, will be hard to conceal. Devin will have a fucking field day with that.
Sliding my phone back out, I fire off the video footage of what just went down right to Devin’s phone. Dangling the carrot. He’s going to be chomping at the bit for her to get back to the apartment and have his way with her to even the score. The cameras here are on a secure line that only we can access and only check if something provokes an investigation .
I move to the back door, pushing it open to the back hallway. “Let’s go,” I say, my voice rougher than before.
Reaching down, she grabs her heels, taking tentative steps to the door. “Where are we going?” She peeks around the doorframe, looking down the hall warily.
“Either you come willingly, or I will throw you over my shoulder like a fucking caveman and make you.” Her skin flushes at my threat and she gulps, the new bruises on her neck coming to life. My hands itch. I want her to fucking push back. I want her to show me her bratty side so I can carry her back to my room, throw her onto the bed, and let Devin hear me fuck her this time. Unfortunately, she doesn’t and takes another tentative step into the narrow hallway, the door closing behind her.
“Does Devin know?” I cut a look at her, a smitten look on her face. This little fucking vixen.
“Maybe,” I gruff out, thankful for my mask as it conceals the shit eating grin plastered on my face.
She quietly snorts a laugh, catching on to the game we’re playing, pulling her gaze from me. “Will he be upset?”
I cross my arms, my fingers twitching to touch the bruises that grow darker with every breath she takes. “I highly doubt it.” Dropping my arms, fighting every urge that pulses through my body, I start down the hallway. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, my grin growing wider at what response I could have possibly received. “What he will be upset about is that you’ve been withholding text messages from us. Text messages that threaten your life and ours.”
She stops and stares at me, all lust draining from her as her body stiffens. I don’t know why she’s acting so surprised, because it couldn’t have been more obvious that I was going to go through her phone. Check every message thread. Download every nude that she had saved in her secret album. Or maybe it’s the fact that she’s still thrumming from her orgasm, and I just threw a bucket of cold water over her. Ruining this pleasant moment between us .
I turn and plant my hand on the wall, letting myself tower over her as she backs against the wall. “A punishment might be in store. In fact, I might encourage it.”
Her face pales and she stammers, the words a jumbled mess on her tongue as she tries to explain herself, but her senseless blabbering is lost on me. My hand drifts up and I let my fingers curl into her hair, roughly gripping it as I pull her head back. Her breath mingles with mine, the smell of her pussy still on her lips as she licks them, still tasting herself.
The image of that tongue licking up and down my cock sends heat flaring through me. I nearly moan at the thought as heat swirls in her eyes, any fear she had of me burned away with the wildfire in her eyes. I pull away because if I don’t get moving, I will have her face pressed against the wall while I fuck her from behind.
And I truly hope she’s ready for whatever punishment Devin is planning for her, but for now, she’s mine . Which will drive him to near insanity and royally piss him off, something I thoroughly enjoy doing every chance I get. And maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll be punished, too, because after years of living with him, I’m a fucking glutton for it.