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Fuck, I’m exhausted.

The past few weeks have been filled with non-stop missions, and the stress has been higher than usual.

We’ve all been on edge lately, as if we’re all waiting for something ominous to happen.

Closing the door to my bedroom, I switch on my monitors and settle into the chair behind my desk.

While I enjoy fucking Melanie, she becomes overly clingy.

Tonight, I crave the sensation of someone else’s legs wrapped around my head.

It takes a little extra time for the screens to load, but as soon as they do, my eyes are fixated on the screen, and I am unable to look away.

There she is. My little Vixen.

Iris Harrington, a 24-year-old bartender who lives alone, is allergic to bananas and has a unique habit of changing her hair colour based on her mood.

It has been two months, and my obsession with her continues to burn as intensely as ever.

She’s peacefully sleeping beside the man who has shared her bed countless times.

I’ve never seen his face, as if he had prior knowledge of the whereabouts of my cameras, and made sure to steer clear of them.

Am I jealous of him?

Yeah, I am.

He gets to touch what’s mine, and that’s not a feeling that I like.

Am I going to kill him for touching her?

Maybe .

He had never done more than lay beside her, but even that small act is too much for me.

He has the privilege of feeling the softness of her skin, hearing the joy in her laughter, and being near her.

Yeah, I’ll probably kill him.

Checking the monitor in the other rooms of her flat, I confirm that all is quiet before recentering my attention on her.

As I zoom in, I suddenly sense Kai’s presence behind me, even before catching a glimpse of him.

We’re killers. We’re trained to not make any sound. But my ears are attuned to pick up on the faintest sounds.

“Still obsessed with the purple girl?”

I don’t glance at him. We don’t keep secrets from each other, but Iris is someone I wish I could have. Unfortunately for me, Kai caught a glimpse of her on my screen once, and he never let me forget it.

“You should have included audio recordings along with the cameras you installed.”

Yes, I should have.

Iris captivated me from the very first glance in that small coffee shop, and I haven’t been able to shake the obsession since. There is an undeniable aura that surrounds her. I cannot explain it. A sense of sweetness and intrigue radiates from her as if there is a concealed hint of wildness behind her mask.

From the moment I saw her, I had to know her habits. How does she like her coffee? What are her favourite shows to watch? What time is she going to bed? Where is she working?

I can provide detailed answers to each and every one of these questions.

Her preference leans more towards matcha latte. She is not a frequent TV viewer, but when she does indulge, crime shows are her genre of choice. However, given the choice, she would rather sit with a book in her hands. She sleeps rather late, around 3-4 in the morning, likely because of her demanding job as a bartender at Jolie’s.

Of course, I could’ve obtained all those answers without installing cameras in her small flat, but I wouldn’t have witnessed the visual of her peacefully sleeping or the sight of her stepping out of the shower, clad only in a towel, with droplets of water glistening on her skin.

And what a fucking skin she has. With her tattoos, purple hair, and big brown eyes, she stands at around 5’5” and has a distinct grunge style. Her outfit is never complete without her trusty Doc Martens. Standing next to her, we couldn’t be more different. With my mid-blond hair, blue eyes, nose piercing, and towering height of 6’5", we are a striking contrast.

She is my obsession.

Bellatrix slithers from his arm, her cold body brushing against my neck, causing me to emit a groan.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I manage to say.

Bella’s touch slides across my body, eliciting louder moans from my lips.

Fuck. He knows the effect his snake has on me.

“Just checking if my boy needed something.” His fingers move smoothly and delicately across my bare back, sending tingles of pleasure through my body. “It seems my intuition was correct. My boy does need something from me.”

“Kai.” I don’t know if I’m begging, but at this stage, I don’t give a shit.

As he leans in, his warm breath tickles my ear as he whispers. “Are you going to be a good boy and suck me off before I take this ass of yours?”

Him and his fucking mouth.

I can feel the chilly touch of Bella’s skin as it glides across my torso, making its way up to my arm.

“On your knees, Arch. Show me how good you are for me.”

Bella’s presence sends my adrenaline surging, and Kai’s intense gaze doesn’t fix the state of my cock.

Getting up from my chair, I attempt to kneel down, but he quickly blocks my path.

“Shorts off. I want to see you stroke yourself while I’m fucking your mouth.”

Fuck me. I’d go on my knees for no one but them.

I take my time bringing down my shorts, feeling his powerful gaze searing into my skin as Bella continues to trace every contour of my body.

“Hmm. Does seeing your girl asleep make you hard?”

I won’t deny it. I’m always hard when I’m looking at her.

“Knees, now.”

I silently kneel, observing as he strokes himself, his seven Jacobs dripping with pre-cum from the tip.

Yeah, I spent an embarrassing amount of time licking each one, savouring the cold metal beneath my tongue.

His body is a masterpiece crafted by the hands of God.

His mesmerising skin, as if he has been kissed by the sun and shadow, invites me to trace the intricate tattoos that embellish his body, concealing the scars that tell his story—from the delicate scar trailing from his neck down his chest to the burn that links them together. The fact that he’s missing a finger adds just to the perfection of this man. And his captivating green eyes... An absolute fucking masterpiece.

I’m selfish enough to be content with him keeping his body hidden from everyone’s touch and sight but us.

“Open up… wide,” he orders.

In one swift motion, he enters my mouth completely, his hand removing my hair band, causing my hair to fall in a cascade around my face. With a tight grip on my hair, he forcefully pushes his cock deeper and deeper, causing me to cough.

“Fuuuck. Do you like that, baby? My cock deep in your throat while Bella is slithering on your body?”

As he speaks, Bella coils around my throat, creating a suffocating sensation that makes it difficult to breathe.

Fuck, I’m going to come just like that.

The feeling of being starved for air creates an overwhelming rush of energy that is impossible to put into words.

Kai has an intuitive understanding of my body, anticipating my needs without words and never passing judgement.

“Touch yourself. Show me how hard you are for me.”

I raise my head to meet his intense gaze, my hand tightly gripping my shaft, tears streaming down my face.

The more forceful his thrusts become, the more constricting Bella’s body wraps around my neck, making my cock painfully hard.

Although Eli despises the snake’s presence, the exhilaration of Bella taking away my breath is indescribable. And Kai knows it. It feels like he has some kind of control over her body, just to bring me to my breaking point. Every. Fucking. Time.

My grip tightens around my cock, my eyes locked onto the tail of the snake tattoo tracing its way down his back. As Kai’s eyes land on the monitor behind me, his hand forcefully yanks me backwards, leaving me devoid of his warmth.

“As much as I love your mouth, I’m sure you’ll appreciate the view.”

He forcefully pulls me upright, spinning me around to face my monitors, and… Fuck. Me.

“Do you like that?” he whispers in my ear. “I didn’t plan on it, but taking your ass while you watch your girl getting fucked by her friend is more than I expected tonight.”

I can’t tear my eyes away from the screens as I witness Iris, her hands tightly bound to the bed frame, while her friend looms over her, his grip tightening around her throat.

“Fuck.” The word slips out of my mouth, catching me off guard. They are both… fuck.

“Hands on the desk, ass up, and keep your eyes on the screen, pretty boy.”

How could I do otherwise? They’re both mesmerising.

I thought I’d be jealous, but right now, I’d fuck both of them until unconsciousness.

Leaning my elbow on the desk, I hear Kai’s hand rummaging through a drawer, presumably searching for the lube. Bella remains still around my neck, granting me a brief reprieve, though I know it won’t last until Kai is balls deep inside me.

“Ready for me?”

With a slight pivot of my head, a mischievous smirk dances across my face. “Always. Take me, Kai, and don’t be gentle.”

The sound of his laughter echoes through my body as he strokes his cock with lube.

“Never been.”

Yeah, Kai is not known for his gentle nature, and I fucking love it.

Arching my back, I give him room to enter me with a forceful thrust.

“Fuuuck,” we groan at the same time.

“Never gets old,” he moans. “Your tight hole was made to get fucked.”

I can only agree with him. Kai and Theo are the only men whose touch I have ever allowed. While Elijah never fully got involved, I can feel him reaching his breaking point. And fuck if I don’t count the days until he caves.

Kai has been my refuge since high school, and I know he’ll continue to be.

He forcefully pulls my hair, causing Bella to constrict tightly around my neck as I roll my eyes in ecstasy. “Eyes on the screen. Look how hard she’s getting fucked.”

My attention snaps back to the screen as I see Iris arching her back against the mattress, her arms securely bound to the bed frame. Meanwhile, her friend reaches for something on the bedside table.

Simultaneously, as I witness him gripping the knife and dragging it from her breast to her stomach, I become acutely aware of the frigid touch of the blade, mirroring the same path on my back.

“Fuck,” I growl. “Harder.”

Kai mirrors the guy’s actions on Iris’ chest, their touch and rhythm synchronising as if both of them fucked us side by side.

The world around me becomes a blur as Bella’s grip stiffens around my throat, and the sharp blade presses deeper into my skin. The sensation of warm blood dripping from my back sends a trail of goosebumps down my body, and I watch as Iris’ friend does the same on her, leaving a vivid red streak across her torso. It’s as if her blood lingers on my tongue, a metallic and intoxicating flavour.

With one hand gripping the blade tightly, Kai’s free hand reaches for my cock, giving it a firm tug before vigorously stroking it.

“Do you like to see your girl getting fucked by him?” He groans. “Because, fuck, I sure do.”

As he pounds into me, the room is filled with the mixture of our moans and the rhythmic sound of our bodies connecting.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whine. “Kai,” I beg.

“Come for me, pretty boy. Look at her face; she’s close. I want you both to come together.”

Just as if Iris heard him, her mouth opens in a wild scream, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm, while my own scream echoes throughout the room, leaving me feeling lightheaded due to the lack of oxygen.

“Kai. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My eyes roll back in pleasure as I come into his hand, accompanied by a deep moan escaping from his own lips.

“Fuuuck. Your ass is driving me wild.”

After dropping the knife, he firmly grabs my hips, using his hands to guide his thrusts. He continues, counting silently to himself: one, two, three, before finally finding release in my ass.

Our bodies glisten with sweat as we pant, trying to regain our breath. The touch of his tongue licking the blood on my back electrifies my senses, causing my cock to surge back to life.

“Hmm. Your blood is delicious.” He hums.

“Fuck,” I manage to breathe.

That was... Shit, I never imagined that watching her getting fucked would unleash such a torrent of emotions within me.

He pulls away, relieving me from the pressure of Bella around my neck, and she wastes no time sliding around his arm.

“Good girl,” he coos. “You gave our boy what he needed.”

He forcefully spins me around and presses his lips against mine, the metallic taste of my own blood lingering in his mouth, his piercing teasingly flicking against my tongue, eliciting a moan from deep within me.

“Shower,” I croak out. I detach myself from him before slapping him on his ass.

“Don’t be a brat,” he grumbles.

With a mischievous smirk, I lean in and bite his shoulder, causing him to groan. The fucker likes the pain as much as I do. “Don’t mistake me for someone I’m not. I submitted to you tonight, but I’ll never stop being a brat.”

I give him another sharp slap, feeling the sting in my hand, before heading into the bathroom.

After last night, I couldn’t stay away longer.

I need to be closer. To hear her voice. To see those beautiful chocolate eyes bore into mine.

I’m still hard thinking of her perfect naked body getting fucked by her friend. And the fact she let him tie her up and use the knife on her. Fuck. She’s perfect for me.

That’s why I’ve spent the last hour quietly watching her from the confines of my booth.

With her vibrant purple hair, fishnet-clad thighs, and short skirt, she’s an absolute vision. She’s always gorgeous, but tonight there’s an irresistible charm about her that is simply mesmerising.

I knew she wasn’t working tonight, which meant she would be all by herself.

What I didn’t expect was that she would come to this club.

Finishing my glass in one gulp, I stand up, but as I do, a man sneaks up behind her and pinches her ass. The fucker pinched her ass.

You’re dead.

Before I can even react, she swiftly turns towards him, forcefully grabbing his wrists and twisting them. The pain is so intense that the guy’s face flushes a deep shade of red.

Fuck. She’s really attractive.

I leave my spot and make my way to the bar counter, leaning my elbow against it.

“That was impressive.”

Slowly, she turns her head, and her big brown eyes meet mine.

Holy shit, she’s even more gorgeous up close.

“Do I know you?”

It’s adorable how she has to raise her head just to make eye contact with me.

“You don’t, but you will.” My smile beams brightly, but it doesn’t seem to make an impact on her.

Good. I don’t like easy .

“Do you often use this as your opening line when talking to women you’ve never met?” Her brow lifts, but her eyes give away the hidden smile she’s trying to conceal.

“Is it working?”

Tell me no, and I’ll worship you like no one ever has.

“You have some work to do.” She leans her back against the bar counter, her elbow against it, her eyes boring into mine.

“Maybe I can make up for it by getting you a drink?” I don’t expect her to say yes. It would be too easy, and she doesn’t seem to be the easy type.

Her eyes remain locked on mine as if time itself has come to a standstill, and I find myself desperately wishing that she never looks away.

After a minute, she removes herself from the counter, delicately tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

God, I’d easily kill to be the one who gets to run my fingers through her hair and get lost in her intoxicating fragrance.

“Maybe another time, Angel. For now, take a seat, get comfortable, and enjoy the show.” With a flirtatious wink, she bids me farewell, leaving me standing motionless and captivated.

Oh, Vixen, I’m far from being an angel.

And enjoy the show? I’m intrigued now.

With a nod towards the bartender, I request a straight vodka, the sharp scent of alcohol wafting through the bustling atmosphere as I find a seat near the stage.

Although this club is not a strip club, it bears a striking resemblance. The stage is positioned in the centre, featuring a pole right in the middle, with the stage cloaked in darkness.

The dark black sofa chairs are adorned with silver buttons, adding a pop of colour to the room.

This club is undeniably one of the most visually stunning ones I’ve ever visited. Dark walls with silver elements. It’s no wonder Iris comes here when she’s off.

As soon as the speaker man talks, the lights immediately switch off.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together and give a warm welcome to Mystique,” he announces.

When the stage lights up, screams and whistles fill the air from the people around me.

“What the?” I gasp as my eyes widen at the sight of her standing confidently in the centre of the stage. Despite the blonde wig, there’s no doubt about who she is.

She confidently struts in fishnet tights that reach just below her breasts, paired with extremely short underwear and a bra that leaves little to the imagination. Her high heels complete the daring ensemble.

Fuck me.

I’m torn between the desire to eliminate every man in this room, their eyes fixated on her, or the urge to have them witness me making her mine in the centre stage.

I do love an audience.

The mesmerising movements of her body around the pole are only surpassed by the intricate tattoo that adorned her thigh, starting at her ribs, trailing along her side, and finally tapering off just above her knee. But it’s not the only one that covers her body. Wait. Is that a snake on her leg? Fuuuck. Kai would die if he saw it up close. He lets no one get close to him, and although I know it would take him a while to let her in, he wouldn’t be able to say no to her. She’s fucking beautiful.

Leaning deeper in the chair, I inhale deeply, captivated by every step and movement she makes.

With one final spin on the pole, she gracefully lowers herself to her knees and begins crawling onto the stage.

The crowd goes wild, their cacophony of shouts and yells filling the air as they desperately call out her name, craving her attention.

Holy shit, I never expected to see her crawling towards me today, and she never looked more captivating than on her knees.

And she does crawl for me.

Her eyes never waver from me as she inches towards the edge of the stage, using her hand to signal me to come closer.

As I do, she forcefully grabs me by the collar of my shirt, her breath hot against my ear as she whispers intensely.

“Maybe I could go for a drink after all, Angel.”

She playfully nibbles on my earlobe, her tongue tracing a wet path from my ear to my cheek before finally planting a tender kiss on the corner of my mouth.

My breath itches in my throat. It takes all my willpower to refrain from seizing her immediately.

“You got it, Vixen. Better get off this stage fast then.” With a firm grip on the back of her head, I draw her closer to me, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth, eliciting a gasp and moan escaping her simultaneously. Fuuuck . “Better keep your bites private unless you’re all in for a little public display.”

“Wouldn’t mind.” She gives a wink before heading back to the centre of the stage.

Well, tonight is taking a turn I didn’t expect, and I’m hard like a fucking rock.