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Connor

By the second day, I was fucking losing it.

Max had vanished from my radar completely.

My hands shook, my mind spiralling with violent scenarios – what if someone had found her, touched her, hurt her? Even worse, what if she had willingly let someone else put their fucking hands on her? I tried everything to distract myself, even agreeing to a night out with Joe.

We went to Mitzies, even though nightclubs weren’t my thing.

Joe had been adamant, saying it was the best place to pull, and that he needed to let off some steam.

But instead of dulling the ache, the alcohol had intensified my rage.

Joe raised his eyebrow when I’d told a petite blonde to piss off, but my emotions truly spilled over, a red haze settling over me when some asshole accidentally bumped into me.

I snapped completely, punching him until my knuckles split and became bloodied.

I tasted my own blood as the bastard got in a lucky swing, the pain barely registering.

Joe dragged me outside, eyes wide with shock.

“Connor, what the fuck is wrong with you man?”

I brushed him off, telling him that I was just stressed from work, even thought I knew he didn’t buy it.

But I couldn’t tell him the truth.

I couldn’t sit there and confess how deep my obsession with Max had grown.

Fuck, he didn’t even know about Max, I couldn’t risk him knowing she even existed in case he started poking around.

I staggered home, drunk and enraged, collapsing onto my chair at my PC as images of Max consumed my every waking thought.

I pulled up the camera history, scrolling back until I landed on the night I had finally claimed her, the night I finally had worshiped her body.

I watched the video, my cock throbbing as I listened to her moan beneath me, watched the little details I had missed when I was between her thighs.

The way her lips were parted, the way her tits bounced as I devoured her cunt, licking up every last drop.

She looked fucking divine, laid there for me like a good little whore, panting and moaning my name.

I free’d my cock from my trousers, slowly moving my hand up and down as I sped forward to her bedroom, watching from a different angle how incredible she looked taking me down her throat.

She was built for this, built to be fucked, worshiped, destroyed.

My hand moved faster, my breathing turning into shallow pants as I watched myself lose control fucking her face.

I came at the same time I did on the video, my body shuddering with complete ecstasy. The next time I fucked her; she wouldn’t leave unscathed.

Sunday afternoon jolted me awake with a sharp buzz from my phone.

My head pounded as I pried open my eyes, the memories of last night flooding in.

I ran my tongue over the split in my lip, remembering the punch that fucker got in before Joe dragged me outside.

I reached for my phone, glancing at my split knuckles, blood dried and crusted around them.

My pulse quickened as my blurry vision cleared.

[iPhone 7394648: Device back online.

Location detected.]

Relief hit me so hard my chest ached, but relief quickly twisted back into rage.

She was safe, yes – but why had she left so abruptly and why had she turned off her phone? Who the fuck else other than Lara had she been with? She was an hour away from home, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be walking into an empty apartment.

I drove there without hesitation, pure unadulterated rage swimming through my veins.

Getting inside was effortless now – I’d copied her key the first night we fucked, the key that symbolised my twisted need to own every part of her.

I settled myself onto her sofa in complete darkness, waiting with a bottle of wine that I had stolen from her fridge.

Minutes felt like hours, each second sharpening my anger to a deadly point.

Finally, the door opened, spilling her soft laughter into the silence from the phone call she was on.

The sound filling me with a sickening mix of relief and pure, burning jealousy.

I stayed perfectly still as she flicked on the lights, her carefree smile instantly fading when she saw me sitting there, waiting like a fucking predator.

She hung up the phone with a muffled goodbye.

“What the fuck – Connor?!”

Her voice shook as she shouted, her eyes wide in shock, fear flickering in their depths.

Good.

She should fucking fear me right now.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

I didn’t answer, didn’t move.

My body was rigid with barely contained violence, my fists clenched, bruised knuckles aching to brush against her skin, claim her, punish her.

But I forced myself to remain seated, forcing her to endure the heavy silence as I took a long drink from the bottle.

“Connor?”

She asked again, quieter now, uncertainty creeping into her voice.

She slowly closed the door behind her, hesitating because she could sense the danger lurking in the darkness of her apartment.

Clever girl.

“Where the fuck have you been, Maxine?”

My voice was cold, sharper than I’d intended, echoing around us, cutting through the atmosphere like a blade.

She froze, eyes widening, the rise and fall of her chest deepening with every breath.

She was fucking scared; I wanted her scared.

She deserved to feel every ounce of my torment.

“I—I was away… with Lara,”

she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.

“We took a quick trip—”

“You disappeared for days,”

I growled, my voice almost guttural, as I slowly rose from the sofa with the bottle in my hand, making sure she felt every fucking inch of my height, every ounce of my presence.

“No warning, no way to reach you.

Do you have any idea the hell you’ve put me through?”

She took a small, but deliberate step backward towards the door, her eyes tracing over my face, my hands.

“What happened to you?”

Her movements were cautious, like a cornered animal trying not to provoke the beast that hunted it.

She backed up further, her hand gripping the edge of the door frame for support.

I finally took a step toward her, savouring the rush of dominance as her breath caught.

“Why didn’t you show up Friday night?”

I demanded, voice raw with barely controlled fury.

“Were you too busy having fun at the lake without me?”

“What? How did you—”

she faltered, eyes darting nervously toward the door handle as if gauging whether she could get it open before I could stop her.

Her confusion was clear – how the fuck could I know that?

“You think you can just fuck with my head and leave?”

My voice rose dangerously, my chest heaving, anger boiling to the surface.

“Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences, Max?”

She suddenly moved, twisting the door handle and throwing the door open, but I was faster.

I dropped the bottle, hearing it crash on the floor behind me as I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back into me.

Quickly turning her around, I slammed her back against the door, forcing it closed again, the force making her breath whoosh from her.

My palm slammed hard against the wood beside her head, rattling the doorframe and boxing her in.

I glared down at her, my pulse raging.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

I hissed into her ear, my body pressed against hers, feeling her stiffen beneath me.

“Connor, please…”

she whispered, lifting her head slowly to meet my gaze, her eyes wide but defiant.

My hand seized her jaw roughly, forcing her to look directly into my eyes, forcing her to witness my torment.

“Did you let anyone else touch you, Maxine? Did you let someone else fuck you whilst you left me behind to lose my goddamn mind?”

“What?”

I lowered my grip to her throat, pressing down, using my other hand to pull the back of her hair so she kept her eyes on me.

“Answer me, Maxine.

Did someone else fucking touch you?”

She swallowed visibly, but her voice was steady, strong.

“And if they did?”

She asked, testing me, testing my patience.

The minimal amount of control I was holding onto snapped.

The thought of someone else’s hands on her, someone else making her moan, tremble – it was unbearable.

My hands were on her wrists in seconds, gripping them tightly, pinning them above her head.

She gasped, her eyes wide, but the fear slowly melted for something else.

Excitement.

Lust.

Fuck, this woman was my undoing.

I growled, lowering my mouth to her ear “You are mine, Max.

Do you fucking understand?”

My voice was barely a whisper, my control utterly gone.

“Only mine.”

She swallowed hard, raising her mouth to my ear, “Prove it.”

I didn’t hesitate, my mouth crashing into hers with punishing force.

Her gasp of surprise was lost against my lips as I lifted her roughly, slamming her back against the door.

She pulled herself up onto me, her legs wrapped instinctively around my waist, as her nails dug sharply into my shoulders, fuelling the fire that threatened to consume us both.

She moaned desperately into my mouth, her body pushing away from mine slightly so she could claw at my shirt recklessly, pulling it over my head as she dragged her fingers down my throat, my chest, my stomach.

I placed her down, ripping her T-shirt away from her body without a second thought, fabric ripped and scattered until nothing separated us.

“Usually,”

I growled between punishing kisses, biting sharply along her throat, marking her perfect skin, “I like to be the one that gets broken.

But you – you’ve made me want to fucking ruin you instead.”

Her eyes flared with dark excitement, her breath hitching as I forced her down onto the sofa.

I trailed my eyes from her pretty painted toes, red of course, to her perfect pussy, her stomach, her curvy hips.

Her incredible breasts, with her hardened nipples that sat perfectly, bouncing slightly with her heavy breathing.

I groaned deeply.

Her body was mine to punish, mine to worship, mine to possess.

I took her with relentless urgency, thrust after punishing thrust, each movement driven by the need to violently claim every inch of her, to eradicate the idea of another man ever having her.

“Connor,”

she moaned, a desperate, broken mess beneath me.

“Please– please don’t stop.”

“Beg louder,”

I growled, my grip bruising, my pace brutal.

“Beg me, Max.

Beg me to claim you so no one else ever dares touch you again.”

And she did, her cries echoing around us, driving me deeper and deeper into insanity.

By the time we both shattered, trembling, spent, gasping for air, there was no going back.

I collapsed against her, breath ragged.

She looked at me, utterly exhausted, but I wasn’t done yet.

I needed her to feel how much pain she had put me through.

“Up.”

I growled, standing before her.

She slowly raised from the couch, her exhaustion clear, but I didn’t care.

I picked her up, biting her lip as I walked us both toward the bedroom.

She whimpered as I bit down harder before placing her on her feet.

“This is going to hurt, sweetheart.

The safe word is Fox, but be a good girl and try not to use it.”

She nodded once before I turned her around, forcing her face down onto the bed and kicking her ankles apart so she stood before me face down with her pretty little ass in the air.

“Any belts in here, princess?”

She pointed toward her closet, and I padded over, grabbing a small black leather one.

Perfect.

I positioned myself behind her, not giving her chance to prepare before striking her ass with it hard.

Her whimper sent a ripple of excitement through me, instantly making my cock hard again.

I whipped her two more times.

“That’s three, for the days you fucking left.”

I growled.

I knelt down behind her, kissing over the marks the belt had left, hearing her hiss as my stubble grazed the reddened marks that were definitely going to turn into bruises.

I rose to my feet slowly, tickling the inside of her thighs with the belt, making her squirm beneath the sensation.

“Hold still Maxine, and spread your legs a little wider.

Show me your dripping cunt.”

She spread her legs for me, her perfect slicked pussy on show.

I slightly slapped the belt against her clit, making her squeal and jolt.

I smirked, watching her writhe beneath me was the perfect remedy to the torment she had put me through.

I lined myself up behind her, pulling her head back by her hair so I could wrap the belt around her throat.

“Since you probably won’t be able to talk little fox, three taps on the mattress for me and I’ll stop okay?”

“Mhmmm”

was all the managed to say before I tightened the belt, thrusting my cock relentlessly inside of her.

I thrust, hard and fast whilst using one hand to grip the belt, the other to grip her hip.

I pounded into her, watching as her ass rippled with the contact.

Her constricted moans fuelled me, the blinding rage inside my body dissipating with each punishing thrust.

I felt her tighten around me, sending me over the edge alongside her, filling her up with a savage roar.

We collapsed into the bed together, but as sanity slowly returned, reality crashed down around me.

I’d gone too far – given away too much.

Max was watching me now, wary yet sated, eyes filled with a thousand unspoken questions.

“How did you get in here?”

She whispered, voice hoarse.

I paused, mind racing to cover my slip-up.

“You left it unlocked.”

I lied effortlessly, brushing damp hair away from her face.

She didn’t respond, but her eyes narrowed slightly, doubt clouding their depths.

Yeah, I’d fucked up.

I let my control slip too far, exposed the dangerous side of my obsession that drove me to madness.

But I didn’t have it in me to care.

She was mine, completely, irrevocably, devastatingly mine.

Nothing – not even Max’s suspicion, or Joe’s constant questions about my investigations, or the threat of being exposed – would keep me from her.

I’d destroy the world before I let anything or anyone, including Max herself, ever keep me away from her again.

She belonged to me.

And I’d prove it, no matter how dark, fucked-up, or dangerous that path became.

We had moved back into the living room to watch a movie whilst she sat on a frozen bag of peas.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw her pull them out, although she tried to hide it, I saw her own smirk too.

I pulled her into me, laying her on her side to take pressure off her ass.

We laid in silence for a while, our breathing calming.

I trembled with exhaustion, both psychical and emotional.

The anger from the days before now just a small fizzle compared to the raging fire it had been just hours before.

When I glanced back over to Max, she had fallen asleep, completely vulnerable, trusting, and entirely mine.

I sat up slightly, staring down at her for a long moment, my heart starting to race with panic.

I’d well and truly slipped, that small crack I’d exposed could ruin everything if I wasn’t careful.

I couldn’t risk it, I couldn’t lose her, not now.

Carefully, I lifted her into my arms, her naked body warm and pliant against my chest, and carried her to her bedroom.

The way she instinctively curled into me, her soft breaths tickling my skin, sent something unfamiliar twisting through my chest.

Tenderness. The need to keep her safe, and protected, even though I knew my little fox didn’t need any of that. I laid her gently onto the bed, pulling the covers up to cover her. As I stepped back, ready to leave, her fingers softly caught mine, halting me.

“Stay,”

she murmured sleepily, eyes barely opening. “Please.”

My heart stalled, panic briefly flaring in my chest.

Staying meant crossing a line that terrified me more than admitting how dark my obsession had become.

It meant vulnerability.

It meant more than just fucking – more than the games we had been playing, more than her just being my prey to stalk.

It meant that I cared, truly, deeply, fucking cared.

I couldn’t remember the last time I stayed with a woman all night.

Obsessions or not, it wasn’t something I did.

Not since my ex.

And that terrified me more than anything I’d ever faced before.

But when her eyes fluttered closed once more, her breathing evening out, peaceful in a way I’d never seen her before, I knew my decision was already made.

Gently, I slid into the bed beside her, pulling her body tightly against my chest, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her shampoo.

My fingers gently stroked through her silky hair, tracing softly over her shoulder.

I was completely and utterly fucked, but I wasn’t even sure I cared at this point. I watched her sleep, marvelling at how serene she looked. Gone was the fierce woman I’d come to crave; now she seemed fragile, almost delicate, trusting me to keep her safe. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest as I pressed a soft kiss to her temple, pulling her closer. I felt that brick wall beginning to crumble.

Eventually, exhaustion pulled me under, and for the first time in years, I drifted into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.