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His fingers grip the waistband of my leggings before he roughly drags them down my thighs and abandons them just above my knees once he’s revealed what he wants.

Crack.

“Holy shit,” I gasp as the sting from his palm blooms on my arse.

“You have no fucking idea, do you, Angel?”

“I-I… uh…”

“Watching you with that gun. Watching you threaten that motherfucker’s life. I’ve never been so fucking hard in all my life. You’re fucking fierce, beautiful, and it’s a fucking mind-blowing thing to watch.”

“Yes,” I cry when he spanks me again.

“I need to fuck you.”

“Oh God.”

“It’s not going to be soft or gentle or loving in any way. It’s going to be hard, brutal, and it’s probably going to hurt,” he warns as if I’m going to back down and run from him now.

“Yes. All of it, yes.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans before rubbing the head of his cock through my pussy. “And you’re so fucking wet for me. Violence make you as hot as it does me?”

“Seems that way,” I mutter, arching my back in the hope that he’ll give me more than just teasing my clit with his dick. “Nikolas.”

“Desperate little whore, aren’t you, Angel? Tell me how badly you need me filling you up right now.”

“So bad. Please, Nikolas. I need your co— yes,” I cry as he finally thrusts forward, filling me to the hilt and almost sending me crashing into the counter I’m meant to be holding.

“Lock your arms,” he grunts before pulling almost all the way out. He doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath, he just slams right back in, fucking me until we’re both sweaty, panting messes who can barely hold themselves up.