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CHAPTER 43

WOLF

My hand stings beautifully as I slide it up her chest and gently push her body weight off her hands and the mirror and back onto her feet. She stares at me in some kind of wide-eyed wonder, and I’d kill or stop killing, whatever I have to do to get her to keep looking at me like that.

“ Wolf ,” she mouths. I pull down on her makeshift leash, and another round of surprise enters her gaze, but she doesn’t fight me like I’m accustomed to. In fact, all the times Red and I have been physical, I’ve never seen her so docile, so submissive.

My cock aches from spanking her, but there’s something truly blissful about seeing this side of her. When was the last time she let go? She lands a little too hard on her knees, not because I’m being rough but because of the lack of oxygen and the very thorough spanking. She looks up at me. Her eyes are so big and green that I have a hard time believing she doesn’t have the whole mountain hostage inside them.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask her again, and I need her to say it’s me because if it’s not, I’ll lose my damn mind. I’ll force her to stay with me.

“I belong to my damn self,” she tells me, but there’s still that soft glow in her eyes and the heat on my palm. I just don’t believe her.

I drop her belt as I pull my own loose and then undo the button of my slacks. For someone who doesn’t belong to me, her eyes sure stick to my movements like she’s highly interested in whatever I’m about to do. After pulling my cock out of my pants, I give it a few long strokes. Her eyes never leaving. I’ve never been harder in my life than when I’m with her. She licks her lips as she watches, and I give her a mocking smile, but my sweet muffin is too caught up in the show to even notice.

I take pity on her hungry tongue and press my cock to her lips. It’s obvious she’s never done this before, but that’s okay, she’ll learn. Despite how badly she wants to, she doesn’t open her mouth at first. I appreciate how stubborn she is. I pull the belt just a little tighter, finally cutting her off from her air completely.

“Open,” I command.

But she doesn’t listen, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to break first and make her think she has that much power over me. I’m a fucking murderer, for God’s sake. I’m not going to fold for her pretty face. I don’t yield, and I watch as she slowly loses consciousness. Once she’s entirely passed out, I’m actually a little scared about hurting her.

It’s a completely new feeling for me to want to play with someone and keep them alive after. I lay her down and start to loosen the belt. Her eyes flutter open, and she groans in pleasure as the blood rushes back to her brain, giving her an amazing high. I’ll do it while I fuck her sometime, and she can feel just how hard she can really come.

I’m only patient enough to wait for her eyes to flutter open once before I yank her up to her knees by the belt around her neck. It’s looser now, so it’s rougher against her skin but easier on her windpipe. She can breathe. She probably won’t pass out.

“Wolf,” she murmurs, and I might as well be a god.

Her mouth hangs open, and her body sags as I place her on her knees, but that’s all the opportunity I need. I slide my cock past her lips and over her tongue, surprising her.

She barely fights me, too choked out and caught off guard. This is going well. I’m going to come straight down her throat, but the little bitch bites me, teeth digging into my extremely hard cock. Because I’m a sick bastard, it feels good at first, but my concerns quickly switch to permanent damage.

Rather than let her win, I reach down and squeeze her nipple. She bites harder at first, and I just squeeze so hard it feels like the tiny thing might pop in my hand. We both whine in pain, but eventually, she gives, releasing her teeth from my cock and letting me slip nicely over her tongue. I play with her nipple softly now to comfort her. I’ll kiss her all better when I’m done fucking her throat.

“Naughty fucking Muffin,” I scold her as I tangle my other hand in her hair so I can fuck her just the way I like since she refuses to hold herself up.

I have the tightest grip on her, the kind of leverage that will make it impossible to escape my cock. Slipping to the back of her throat, I can’t help but grunt. It feels so fucking good. She’s not interested in learning to suck cock the right way today, and that’s okay. It’s her first time, and I’m plenty happy to use her the way I like.

She stares into my eyes as I bottom out, and my balls rest on her chin. I feel even more the villain for fucking something so beautiful. I know damn well I don’t deserve her. Her throat clenches as she gags, but she doesn’t move me even a centimeter. Instead, it adds to the insane pleasure of the experience.

“You’re so good for me.”

She continues to gag around me, swallowing reflexively as if she doesn’t realize it just inches me deeper and keeps me locked into her throat tight. A tear rolls down her cheek as I thrust, pumping in and out. Her nose hits my pubic bone, and her teeth scrape, but it only adds to the sensations. She has absolutely no control, which makes me that much fucking hotter. She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I shouldn’t be sticking my dick in her, but I have no plans to stop.

I lean to the side, glancing down at her pussy. Her knees are spread nice and far, like she knows exactly what I want to see. Her wetness shines, making her look slick and delicious, good enough to fucking eat. I’m not sure if I can truly love, but sometimes my obsession with Red feels close. I need her near me to feel okay. I despised the years she spent running from me.

“I was serious,” I tell her, looking deeply into her eyes. “I’m going to marry you.”

I know she wants to argue, the tension in her jaw makes it obvious, but it's tough to run your mouth when it’s full of cock, and your pussy is dripping wet for someone. Her eyes slide past me, finding the mirrors behind us. I look back too, and I’m more than satisfied with her hungry inspection.

The mirrors offer an amazing mix of angles. From one, I even get a good look at her ass. Fuck, that’s hot. She’s so small on her knees compared to me that the difference in our sizes almost doesn’t feel real. I’m the stalking monster in the forest she accused me of being, and fuck is it good to be him right now. She stares at me like she couldn’t give a fuck what I am and what I do, and that side of her is so satisfying that my orgasm grabs hold of me.

My balls buzz as they jump up, hugging tight to my body. The pleasure grabs me at the base of my spine, and it’s so intense I can’t help but roar as I empty deep down her throat, shooting my release past her tongue so she has no choice but to swallow. Fuck, I have never come so hard. But in all fairness, I thought that last time too.

In the silence after, I hope that my father is still gone, and he didn’t hear me, but when no one comes asking, I assume he hasn’t returned. The buckle loosens beneath my fingers, then the belt falls from her neck. Redley goes completely loose as she slumps against the platform, absolutely spent. I can do anything I want to her right now, and that power is the most exhilarating thing.

I remove her boots and leave them on the floor along with her socks, and then I lift her into my arms with supreme gentleness. This was supposed to be a punishment. I was so goddamn angry with her, but how do you stay mad at someone who makes you feel so good? I tuck her against my chest, enjoying the warmth of her soft body. Her hair smells like a resinous perfume—maybe pine but more feminine somehow. I can’t toss her out like this, and it’s not dark yet anyway.

I don’t know when my father is coming back, but I can’t risk him seeing her come or go. Under the cover of night while he’s sleeping in his bed is the safest bet for getting her the hell out of here. It’s almost like I have no other choice when I lay her in my bed and wrap her in my blanket. Climbing in beside her, I pull her into my arms, relishing every inch of her warmth against me. That’s one benefit of her being so small.

I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so good in my life as I wrap her up as tight as I can, not because I’m trying to hold her prisoner but because she’s everything to me.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask.

She still doesn’t answer the way I want her to, but this time, she’s silent rather than denying me, so I’d call that progress. I don’t plan to sleep. It’s early, and I have far too much to do, but somehow as I lay here, more comfortable than I have ever been in my life, my eyes drift closed beside her, and I fall into my first ever peaceful night's sleep.