Page 19 of Minotaur Bar (Minotaur Bar #1)

The rest of the night passes in a blur. Havoc keeps me glued to his side, his arm or hand or hip touching me the entire time. I like it. I feel special when I’m with him. And not in a trophy wife kind of way, even though being his trophy wife would be totally hot and I kind of am… But more like I’m part of his world, something that means everything to him and he wants to ensure that I’m safe. He also can’t get enough of me and keeps pushing me up against the wall to make out with me or hovers over me while I’m sitting in a chair, squeezing my body tightly. He’s never been shy about PDA, but this is a whole different level for him. He’s definitely feeling the euphoric high of winning, leaning on into it in a way that makes me so happy to witness.

When the party dies down and the last patrons amble out, Havoc tells Cash and Duke that they can head home. That we’ll take care of the shutdown. I know he just wants alone time with me, and I love him for it. I’m ready for my champion to claim me, seeing how he’s been worked up all night and can finally act on it.

“I bought you something, red,”

he says with a gravelly voice, walking back over to me after having locked the front doors.

“It’s behind the bar in the shiny, pink bag.”

“No shit!”

I exclaim, excited. I run through the partition, locating my present eagerly.

“Havoc, it’s so cute!”

“That’s just the bag,”

he laughs as I scoff at him.

“Yeah, well you’re already doing good. I can’t wait to see what’s inside,”

I counter as I tear at the tissue paper. It flies around me, drawing a deep laugh from my minotaur. I pause as I stare down at the gorgeous leather paddle. It’s red to match my hair and nickname and right in the middle is the word Cookie carved out. I feel like I can’t breathe. It’s so fucking perfect for us. The fact that he got it for me to use on him, I’m speechless.

“Well, you like it, red?”

he asks quietly as I close my gaping mouth and look up at him, tears in my eyes.

“Atta girl. Let it out,”

he says softly as they tumble down my face.

“That’s my babe.”

He grabs my head and cradles it against his chest, letting me have my moment.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you cry.”

“This is the most thoughtful gift I’ve received from a boyfriend,”

I sob, Havoc’s fingers tightening in my hair.

“Good thing all those other losers sucked so badly. Now you’re mine to spoil,”

he says with an edge to his voice.

“Fuck them. You get anything you want.”

“I love you, cookie,”

I whimper, reaching up on my tip toes to kiss his soft nose. I plant one right in the middle of his cute snout.

“I love you too, babe. I did win my fights tonight. Do I get to be on the receiving end of that paddle, madame?”

I grin, biting my lower lip.

“That depends,”

I say, cocking a brow.

“On?”

he replies as I push him backwards, out from behind the bar.

“If you’re ready to be bent over like a good bull,”

I whisper. Havoc nods, his thick cock barely contained in his tight short shorts.

“I’m always ready to be used by you,”

he growls as I steer him towards the back doors that lead to the outside ring.

“We’re gonna reminisce about your victory tonight in a fun little way,”

I tease as we walk into the cool night. I point his body towards the stage.

“Oh, fuck yeah,”

he groans, immediately walking forward and climbing the stairs eagerly.

“Right here, madame?”

he questions, centering himself against the rail once we’ve reached the top together.

“Mhmm,”

I hum, walking up behind him and slowly pulling his shorts down. He steps out of them and kicks them to the ground, his tail swishing in anticipation. I run my hands up his back after stashing the paddle in the strap of my dress.

“You did so good tonight, cookie. You were the best bull out of all the others, and you looked like a king out there. Are you looking down at the ring?”

I ask him as he nods.

“Yes, madame,”

he says in a deep, husky voice.

“I wanted to win for you.”

“And you did. Such a good boy. Such a good bull. Would you like your reward, cookie?”

I innocently ask as my hands grip both of his ass cheeks, my nails digging into his taut flesh. He stiffens, pressing his body into the rail and shoving his ass further into my palms.

“Please, madame. You’re so good to me. I’d love my reward. I’m so grateful for all you do,”

he says, bracing himself. I grab the paddle and let it fly without hesitating. The slap of the leather on his ass echoes into the night.

“Take it, cookie! Take your reward!!”

I yell as he lows so prettily, my hand swishing through the air, the paddle cracking off his flesh over and over.

“Fuck yes!!”

he cries, stomping his hoof.

“Again! Please hit me again!”

I turn my body and swing for his other cheek. He releases another loud moo, a shiver rocketing through my body and straight to my pussy at the noise. I fucking love this bull.

“Moo for madame again!”

I scream as he lets it rip, the paddle colliding with his swollen flesh. I can feel my arousal bursting forth, my own body wanting attention. I throw the paddle to the floor and grip one of Havoc’s horns, wrenching him from the rail.

“On your knees like a good bull,”

I growl, throwing my leg up to the railing. I hook my heel over the plank and lift my dress, the top of the slit barely even hiding my cunt.

“Eat, cookie. I need your tongue!”

“Fuck me, yes!”

Havoc moans, sucking me right through my panties. His eyes roll back into his head as he tastes my musk. I buck forward, throwing my pussy at his snout.

“Lick my flesh!”

I demand, the barrier of my underwear too much. He bites at my body, ripping the crotch of my panties clean off with his teeth. I suck in a surprised breath as the cool air hits my pussy.

“Put that piercing to work!”

He threads his tongue inside of me, the ball of his piercing reaching my g-spot and making me moan. “More!”

I cry as Havoc obeys. He pulls back, tearing my dress completely in half at the slit. I gasp in shock, my rounded belly and heavy breasts spilling out as his eyes ravage my body.

“Gods dammit, that’s what I needed right there,”

he says hungrily, gripping both of my tits and licking them harshly. I can’t even protest, nor do I want to. It feels so fucking good. He bites at my tummy, leaving red teeth marks before returning to my pussy. I’m so stunned and turned on, it only takes a couple more flicks of his piercing to set me off.

“Havoc!!”

I scream, making him laugh into my cunt. I grab his horns and hump his face shamelessly, wringing out my pleasure as much as I can.

“Fuck, fuck! I love you! FUCK!”

“I love you too, red,”

he says, licking his lips. One of the things I love most about Havoc is when he knows he needs to take over. He keeps me in my heels, throws one of his arms in front of my body to protect me from splinters and bends me over the railing, currently in charge.

“That’s where I won tonight,”

he says, the hot air from his nose warming my chilled cheeks.

“I want you to remember that as I fuck you with my big monster dick, babe.”

He notches himself at my entrance, running his tip through my slick. I whimper, pressing my hips back in invitation.

“Cookie,”

I whisper, barely able to speak.

“I need you. Fuck me, big guy. Fill me with your monster cock, Havoc.”

“Anything for you, red.”

He slams into me, rutting into my pussy with power only a minotaur could possess. I let him use me, holding onto his arm. I try to keep my legs locked in place, but I keep slipping in my heels. Havoc lifts me up easily with an arm banded around my waist, not even missing a thrust as he continues pounding away.

The entire time, I do keep my eyes trained on the ring below us. Especially when I squirt and my juices rain down into the dirt. Havoc makes it happen three more times before he’s finally ready to fill me with his winning seed. I’m spent and stuffed as his hot cum floods my pussy, running down my legs and into my heels.

I fall backwards into his chest as he finishes, closing my eyes.

“I gotchu, red. Hang on.”

When he removes his cock, the mess on my legs grows infinitely. I don’t even care. I love being sticky with his release. He cradles me in his arms, taking his time carrying me back up to his apartment. I grip the hair on his chest, feeling everything at once.

“Havoc,”

I whisper, feeling the comfort of his bed around my body as he sets me down.

“Yeah, red,”

he says gently, kissing my cheek, his fingers tracing my collarbone tenderly.

“Marry me, cookie.”

I yawn, sleep threatening to take me under.

“I thought you’d never ask,”

he replies.

“Now go to bed.”