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I can’t shake him. Even here, lost in the crowd, his eyes are on me. The music pounds, the bodies move, but his presence is a shadow I can’t escape. No amount of noise or people can block the weight of his gaze.

Tonight, I can feel it—he’s going to make me scream his name. I should be scared, disgusted, or pissed off, but all I feel is a wild, consuming want.

I crave his touch, his control. I’ve never needed anything like I need him now. I tell myself it’s the alcohol, but I know the truth—there’s a darkness in me only he can fill.

He prowls straight toward me. When he reaches me, he wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me against him.

“Axe,” I gasp as his lips slam into mine. The kiss is intense, his tongue demanding and relentless. His hands move over my body, and I’m consumed by him, losing all sense of the world around us.

His touch is rough, possessive, and I’m swept away by the moment. Rationality fades as I surrender to the euphoria of the alcohol and his touch.

This is bad. Real fucking bad.

“We’re leaving,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck. He pulls me through the crowd, his fingers entwined with mine.

We reach the door, and the cold night air hits me, sobering me a bit. My heart races, my thoughts still tangled, but his grip remains firm as he pulls me to his car.

Inside, his hand creeps up my thigh, dangerously close to where I’m burning up. My body reacts on its own, every nerve scorching with need. I’m on the brink of begging him to touch me, the desperation too intense to ignore. His grip tightens, his thumb brushing my skirt’s edge.

I know this is a mistake. I hate him for what he did to Jamie, for branding me, for the chaos he’s unleashed on my life.

But right now, all that anger is swallowed by one raw, desperate need. Self-respect feels like a distant memory—fading under the pull of him —the monster who’s ruined everything.

I’m so fucked.

“You seem nervous.” When we enter the house, he presses his body against mine, his breath hot against my ear. “Little siren. Are you scared?”

“I’m not afraid of you,” I manage, though my voice trembles.

“Yes, you are. And you should be.” He slides the zipper of my skirt down slowly, his fingers tracing a path over my back before pulling my top over my head. My skin burns with heat, my entire body humming with anticipation. In a swift motion, he hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Axel,” I breathe, my voice shaky as my body trembles. He carries me to his bedroom and drops me onto the bed, leaving me in just my thong and heels.

Exposed, my breath catches as his eyes rake over me with a predatory glint. He reaches behind his head, pulling off his shirt to reveal his tattoos and chiseled body.

My breath comes in heavy, ragged gasps as he slides his hands to his belt. His fingers methodically undo the buckle, never breaking eye contact. A voice inside me screams to run, to escape as far as possible, but a quieter voice begs me to stay.

This is the point of no return.

“Even if you bolt, you won’t get far,” he says, reading my fear. “So, do you really want to run?” He leans in to unfasten my heels, his touch trailing over my calves. “Or do you want to stay?” His hand runs up the inside of my leg, fingers brushing the edge of my thong. “I’m willing to take a guess,” he whispers, his voice low and raspy. “You want this. You want me. And you hate yourself for it.”

He’s right. God, he’s so fucking right.

He slowly slides my thong off, his eyes watching my every move.

“I know how this goes, little siren. You tell yourself that you don’t want me. That you hate me.” He removes his pants, and his boxers follow. My eyes dart down, and I swallow hard.

Holy fuck, I forgot how huge his cock was.

He climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. “But deep down, you know the truth.”

“I do hate you.”

“Yes, you do.” He brushes his thumb lightly over my bottom lip, his gaze lingering on my mouth. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you want me. Desperately.” His touch trails down my jawline. “And I’m going to give you exactly what you want. What you need.”

His words are a promise, and I’m both terrified and excited.

“This won’t change anything.”

“I know.” He grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach and pressing me into the mattress. His chest presses against my back, his weight a heavy reminder of his dominance.

“I don’t want it to. I love that you hate me. Makes this even more satisfying.” He wraps one hand around my throat, fingers tightening with a possessive grip.

He trails his other hand down my body, slipping his fingers between my wet folds. I gasp, arching my back as his grip tightens around my throat.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs against my ear.

Two of his fingers push inside me, and a moan escapes before I can stop it. His hips press into my back, his hard cock pressing against my ass. He releases my throat and traces the brand on my skin, sparking a flash of rage.

“Don’t touch that!”

“Why not?” he taunts. “Seeing this mark, knowing I claimed you...it turns me the fuck on.” His fingers pump in and out of me, his touch rough and relentless. “I bet I could make you come just from this,” he says, his fingers teasing the brand, making my entire body jerk.

“Fuck you,” I hiss, my nails digging into the bed.

He hums, continuing his relentless rhythm. His other hand grips my hip with a bruising hold. “I love your filthy little mouth, but right now, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Axe,” I whimper, the pressure building.

“Speak again, and you’ll regret it.”

I bite my lip, trying to muffle my moans. Removing his fingers, he presses me harder into the mattress. His fingers dig into my hips, and he positions his cock at my entrance. Leaning forward, his lips brush against my ear. “This is going to hurt.”

With one quick thrust, he buries himself deep inside me. A scream rips through me—his cock stretching me and filling me completely.

I try to pull away, but his grip tightens, and he pulls me toward him. His fingers dig into my sides, his cock pushing even further. He freezes, his body trembling as he takes a ragged breath. His chest presses hard against my back, and he cups my face, forcing me to meet his dark, cold eyes. I start to shout, but he quickly covers my mouth, silencing me.

“Shh,” he commands, his tone steady and calm. “I don’t do gentle. I’m giving you a chance to adjust, but if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll just take you right now. Understand?”

I nod, and his grip on me eases slightly. His massive cock pulses inside me, and the pressure is almost too much to bear. My breathing is ragged, heart pounding, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. The pain is excruciating, but there’s an edge of something else—something dangerously close to pleasure.

“You’re being so good for me,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

I shift my hips tentatively, and he groans in response. Slowly, I begin to move, each motion causing his cock to pulse and stretch against my walls.

“Rory,” he growls, his voice low as his hand slides down my back. “If you keep moving, I’m going to lose control.”

The thought of Axel, the embodiment of control, losing it over me sends a thrill through my body. I shift my hips slowly, testing his limits.

He exhales sharply, his cock still lodged deep inside me, thick and heavy, stretching me to the edge of my tolerance. Despite knowing I’ll regret it, the challenge is too tempting. I rock back and forth, grinding against him.

He groans deeply, the sound rumbling through him, and his grip tightens...

“You’re asking for it.”

A shiver runs through me at his dark promise. I want it all—the pain, the pleasure, the darkness.

“Maybe I am,” I whisper, a reluctant confession. With a low, primal groan, he slams his hips forward, driving his cock deep into me.

I scream, tears stinging my eyes, as the pain sears through me.

He doesn’t hesitate, his pace brutal, his thrusts hard and unyielding.

My body feels like it’s on fire, torn between agony and a sickening kind of ecstasy. “I’ll never tire of hearing you scream,” he snarls, and the words send a fresh wave of pain and twisted pleasure coursing through me.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back, his body crashing against mine with every vicious thrust.

I cry out, nails clawing at the bed, desperate for some kind of anchor. He shoves my head down, pressing my cheek against the mattress. My screams are muffled, my tears endless, as he pounds into me without an ounce of mercy.

“That’s it, little siren,” he growls, his voice low and laced with dark satisfaction. “Let me hear you scream.”

He slides his hand between my legs, his fingers finding my clit while his other hand tightens its grip in my hair, shoving my face harder into the mattress. A raw cry escapes me as my body jerks in response, the sensations overwhelming as he pushes me closer to the edge.

“I can feel you tightening around me. You’re about to come.” The pressure inside me is building.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s driving me out of my mind.

My orgasm rips through me, a violent wave of pleasure that has me screaming his name, my fingers clawing at the sheets in desperate release.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his thrusts growing frantic, his grip on me bruising.

The intensity is too much, my body too overwhelmed, and I impulsively try to pull away.

But he yanks me back, slamming into me with a possessive grunt. “Where do you think you’re going?”

With one final deep thrust, a guttural sound tears from his throat as his cock pulses inside me. Warmth floods my core as he groans, his cum filling me. He collapses onto the bed, trapping me beneath him as he catches his breath.

My body feels like lead. Her tight cunt is still clenching around me, each pulse a reminder of just how fucking perfect she is. It wasn’t just my imagination last time—she’s unbelievable.

Her pussy grips me, squeezing every last drop from my cock. My chest is pressed against her back, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together. I pull back slowly, loosening my grip on her hair.

She whimpers as I slide out, and I can’t help but groan.

I collapse onto my back. The sheets are soaked with sweat, and she’s covered in my cum. She’ll hate me more, but I’m not finished. Her sweet, tight cunt is addictive, and I’m far from done with her.

“Axe…”

“What?” I ask, staring at the ceiling, hoping she’s not about to start a conversation or get all sentimental.

Fuck if I know what possessed me when I held her as a stranger with a mask, but that shit won’t happen again. She’s still on her stomach, face buried in the sheets.

I roll onto my side and trail my hand over her perfect round ass, staring at the brand. She’s all mine—every inch of her. My fingers trace the mark, and her body tenses with a sharp inhale.

“Stop,” she murmurs, voice muffled.

“No.” I shift my hand between her thighs. Our cum drips down her legs, and I slide my fingers through the mess.

“I need to shower.”

“We will,” I reply, pushing two fingers inside her. Her gasp is sharp, her body jerking in response. I move them in and out slowly. I’m determined to make her scream my name until she can’t take it anymore.

She’s already so close, her pussy dripping and needy.

I pull my fingers out, and she groans in frustration. “On your back,” I order. She turns her head, eyes locking onto mine.

“I can’t,” she whines. “It’s too sore.”

“You’ll learn to like it,” I say, running my hand down her spine. “Because I’m not stopping.”

“You’re an asshole,” she grumbles.

“I know.” I shrug nonchalantly. “Now, turn over. Don’t make me ask again.”

Reluctantly, she rolls onto her back, her blonde hair splaying out over the pillow. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, and my gaze tracks over her, taking in every detail. Her nipples peak under my intense stare.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, a twisted smile curling at the edge of my mouth.

I drag my tongue over her nipple, and she shudders beneath me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. I clamp down on her nipple, and she cries out, arching her back in response.

“Spread your legs,” I command, biting down again.

She yelps, her thighs parting obediently. Her hands clutch at my hair, breathing ragged and uneven.

I shift my attention to her other nipple, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud. My fingers slide down to her pussy, probing through her slickness. She’s soaked, her body writhing in desperate need.

I circle her clit with relentless teasing, never giving her the release she craves.

“Axe,” she breathes softly.

I move to her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Her lips crash into mine, frantic and needy, her tongue tangling with mine in a clash of hunger and heat.

I press the head of my cock against her, pushing in slowly. Her gasp catches in my mouth, her tightness gripping me. I sink deeper, dragging out every inch with brutal, deliberate control.

“Fuck,” she gasps, her nails raking down my back.

I keep the pace agonizingly slow, pulling out just to drive back in. The pressure is maddening, her pussy squeezing me tighter with every thrust. Our cum dripping down her thighs.

I lift her off the bed, her legs wrapping around my waist effortlessly. She feels light, almost weightless as I carry her to the shower. The cold water hits us as I turn it on, and she yelps, her body clenching around me.

“It’ll warm up,” I grunt, pressing her against the tiles and thrusting deep. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, and she moans. I move my lips to her neck, and she sighs. There is one hole I haven’t fucked, and that needs to be taken care of.

“I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

Her entire body stiffens, and she tries to pull away.

“No fucking way! That’s not happening.”

“Oh yes, it is,” I say, nipping her ear. She squirms, and her pussy squeezes my cock. “You don’t get to tell me no.” I bite her shoulder. Her head falls back, and she moans.

Her hands move to my chest, and she pushes me back, forcing me to look at her.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Axel,” she gasps.

“Little siren,” I growl, pulling her into a hard kiss. My grip tightens, and my tongue tangles with hers. “You can scream and yell, but I will fuck every hole you have and fill them with my cum.”

She tries to protest, but I swallow her words. Her hands grab my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.

“Please. It will hurt.”

“Yes, it will.” I lift her off my dick and she gasps, her pussy empty and dripping.

“Turn around.” Her eyes meet mine, but she doesn’t move. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“You’re too big.”

I grip her face, fighting the urge to hold tighter, anger buzzing under my skin. She’s a fucking masterpiece—her blue eyes dark, her lips swollen, caught between fear and hunger. She’s a mess—my mess.

“If you don’t do what I say, it’s going to hurt a lot more.” I grab her hair, wrenching her around. She whimpers as I press her against the cold tile, her stomach pressing into the harsh porcelain.

“Hands on the wall.”

“Will you be gentle?”

I snake my hand to her lower back and slowly push a finger into her ass. She cries out, her body stiffening in reaction.

“I told you, I’m not gentle.” I drive my finger in and out of her, each motion slow and controlled, and she whimpers in response.

“Fuck,” she cries out. “Axe, please.”

I quicken the pace, her body trembling with each thrust. My grip on her neck tightens, pressing her cheek hard against the cold tile, her moans echoing through the shower.

“Oh, little siren, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I grunt, adding a second finger.

She groans, nails scraping the tile in a desperate grip. I push deeper, feeling her ass clench around my fingers. I speed up, her body rocking, grinding against my hand. Fuck, she’s so tight. I can’t wait to feel her around my cock.

Her tight hole stretches under the steady thrust of my fingers, and she’s almost ready. When I add a third finger, she cries out, muscles tightening around me.

I slide my hand down her stomach and press two fingers into her greedy pussy, filling both holes with my fingers. Her body jolts, resisting but surrendering. She’s so close, fighting against the inevitable. It’s pointless. I will take what I want.

“Don’t fucking move,” I growl, pulling my fingers free.

I step away, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer outside the shower. When I return, I take in the sight of her: face pressed against the tile, arms stretched above her head, and her ass on full display.

Such a good girl. My good girl.

I pour lube over my cock and stroke it slowly, watching her flinch as I move my hand to her waist. I lift her ass slightly, positioning the tip of my cock at her entrance. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I press my chest firmly against her back, feeling her heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

I want to wreck her in ways she’ll crave for the rest of her life.

“Just breathe. You’ll love it.” I press the head of my cock against her, sliding in slowly. Her fingers claw at the tile, her body rigid with tension.

“Oh, god,” she gasps, her voice breaking.

“God’s not here. Call me the devil,” I grunt.

She cries out as her ass clamps down around me. I inch deeper, my cock buried halfway inside her. Fuck, the tightness of her feels incredible.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” I growl, pushing in further.

“You’re too big,” she cries, her nails scraping desperately against the tile. “It won’t fit.”

I pull back, then thrust forward slowly, savoring her shaking body, her trembling screams.

“Yes, it will,” I snarl, burying myself deeper. Her body stretches to take me, and her screams grow louder, her moans erratic. “Your body takes my cock so well,” I grunt, quickening my pace.

Reaching around her, I slide two fingers into her slick pussy. She gasps, hips jerking as I continue my relentless rhythm, fucking her ass and her cunt simultaneously. Her cries reverberate off the walls, the room filled with the sound of her crying my name.

We’re both close, her pleasure mingling with mine. I keep the pace steady, pounding into her ass while my fingers work her cunt, driving us both closer to the edge.

“Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name.”

Her body convulses, her cries escalating in volume.

“Fuck, Rory,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “Come for me. NOW!”

She shatters, her body jerking violently as her muscles clamp down on my cock and fingers. Her release drives me to the edge. A feral roar erupts from my chest as I come, spilling deep inside her.

“FUCK!” I collapse against her, pinning her against the tile. Our breathing is ragged, her heartbeat hammering beneath my chest. My cock remains buried in her, my face in her damp hair, feeling every shudder of her breath. She feels too good...I could fall asleep like this.

“You’re crushing me,” she whispers.

“And you’re squeezing my cock,” I grunt, withdrawing slowly.

“I want to shower alone.”

“You’re kicking me out of my own shower?” I laugh, grabbing the soap and starting to lather my chest.

“Yes.”

“I’ve got news for you, little siren,” I say with a smirk. “That’s not how this works. I’ll leave when I’m done, not a moment sooner.”

“Fine,” she snaps, her eyes blazing with fury.

I rinse off the soap, amused by her defiant glare. She’s so small and weak, yet she acts like a warrior. It’s funny as hell.

“I’ll see you in bed,” I say, stepping out of the shower, not bothering to dry off. I wrap a towel around my waist and head for the door.

“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you,” she yells after me.

“You are, and you will,” I shout back, “or I’ll make you sleep in the basement. Your choice.”

“Fuck you!”

“If you want to go another round, we can,” I call, heading into the bedroom.

I pull up the comforter and toss the pillows on the bed. Her post-fuck behavior is very different with how she was before, when she didn’t know it was me. She was emotional, needy, clinging to me and begging me to stay. Now, I’ve just been kicked out of my shower, and she’s being a bitch. I should have taken off the mask and revealed myself earlier—ended this bullshit.

I collapse onto the bed, naked, and stare at the ceiling. She’s a pain in my ass, but damn, I can’t get enough of her. Her tight little body was made for me, and her pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt.

The door swings open, and she storms out, hair dripping wet, towel clutched tightly around her. Her eyes filled with rage, cheeks flushed red.

“The only reason I’m sleeping in the same bed as you is because I refuse to sleep in the basement. It’s not because I want to, and it’s certainly not because I like you. Do you understand me?”

“Clearly. Now, drop the towel and get in bed.”

She’s so fucking beautiful, and the sight of her, wet and pissed, is making me hard.

“Go fuck yourself,” she spits, fists clenched.

“You’ve got five seconds to get in this bed,” I say, my patience thinning, “or I’ll drag you by the hair and throw you down.”

She glares, her lips pressed tight.

“Jesus, Rory,” I sigh, exasperated. “Why do you have to make everything so fucking difficult? Get. In. The. Bed.”

With a resigned sigh, she loosens the towel knot. It falls away, revealing her naked body as she climbs in, slipping under the covers and turning her back to me. My fingers trace the outline of her body, gliding down her spine and along her waist. She shivers, goosebumps rising on her skin.

Leaning over, I press a series of kisses along her shoulder, feeling her soft skin under my lips. “You’re mine, little siren,” I whisper into her ear. “Never forget that.”

I grab her hips and force her onto her back. She gasps, and her eyes widen.

“What are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing,” I groan, running my hands down her stomach and settling my weight between her thighs.

“Axe…”

“Shh,” I whisper, “be my good girl.”

I start to press inside her, and she immediately tenses.

“Axe, if you put your dick in me one more time, I will kill you in your sleep.”

“Are you flirting with me?” I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear as I nip her lobe. She whimpers, digging her fingers into my skin.

I drag my tongue down her neck, savoring the taste of her heated skin. My teeth graze her collarbone, and she gasps. I tighten my grip around her throat, feeling the frantic beat of her pulse beneath my fingers. “I’m going to fuck you until you pass out. And then, if you’re still up for it, you can try to kill me.”

I sink my teeth into her flesh, and she cries out.

“I will have you begging me to fuck you, Rory. Just like I will have you begging for mercy.” I bite her collarbone hard enough to draw blood.

“You made me bleed,” she gasps, as I lick the wound.

“I like the taste of your blood,” I say, tracing my tongue along the bite mark.

“You’re sick.”

“I am.”

Ignoring her protests, I reach for the leather restraints hidden under the bed and quickly secure her wrists to the headboard.

She struggles against them, but my strength easily overpowers her small frame. As she stares at me with anger and tears in her eyes, I know what’s about to come—her pleading and begging for mercy as I take control of her body.

“Please, Axe, I need you to be gentle. Please.”

“Little siren,” I rasp, gripping her jaw to force her eyes to meet mine, “I warned you. I don’t do gentle.” I lean in, my lips brushing hers as I murmur, “But don’t worry. You’ll enjoy every second of it.”

I claim her mouth, cutting off any protest, my tongue sweeping in to dominate hers. She stiffens, but it doesn’t take long for her hips to rise, her body giving in. She can fight me all she wants, but her body knows who it belongs to. And I’ll make damn sure she never forgets.

I press the head of my cock to her entrance, teasing her soaked slit. Her arms strain against the restraints, her breathing hitching as I stretch her, inch by inch. Her walls clamp down, and I groan, the heat of her wrapping around me.

Her cry tears through the room when I thrust deeper, burying myself to the hilt. She shakes, her legs locking around me, her hips grinding for more. I lower my weight onto my forearm, pinning her beneath me, chest to chest.

She’ll take all of me, every inch, until there’s nothing left to give.

“Fuck, Rory,” I growl, sinking my teeth into her neck.

She whimpers, her pussy clenching around my cock, her breaths coming in heavy, labored bursts. My hand grips her ass, lifting her hips, driving in deeper.

The sound of our skin slapping together, mingled with our groans, drives me wild. Her head is thrown back, her hips rocking to meet mine with a frenzied rhythm.

“Fuck,” she moans. “Axe, I’m gonna…” Her words are cut off by a sharp cry as I slam into her, her body exploding in pleasure.

Her pussy pulses, muscles convulsing around me. Using her wrists for leverage, I keep my relentless pace, chasing my own release. Her pussy continues to spasm, her body shuddering beneath me.

“Axel!” she screams my name, the tight grip around my length pushing me over the edge.

I yank out and spill my release onto her stomach, my cum covering her perfect skin.

I collapse beside her, struggling to steady my ragged breaths. Pleasure rolls through me, and the euphoria is addictive.

The air is thick with sex and the smell of our sweat and fluids. I untie her wrists, watching as her arms drop limply to her sides. Her eyes stay closed, her body quivering with the aftermath of exhaustion.

“You were such a good girl.”

She mumbles incoherently, her eyes still shut. Leaning in, I kiss her soft lips. She responds, her tongue lazily sliding into my mouth. Pulling back, I rest my forehead against hers, gazing into her blue eyes.

“I thought I was your bad girl,” she whispers.

“Oh, little siren, you’re the best of both,” I reply, rolling onto my back.

“I need a towel.”

“No. My cum stays on you.”

“I’m going to kill you in your sleep,” she groans, her eyes closing again.

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” I reply with a laugh.

Her breathing steadies, and she slowly falls asleep.

The front door slams open, followed by the telltale chaos of Griffen—loud laughter, heavy footsteps, and by the sounds of it, more than one Slut trailing behind. All I want is fucking sleep when a sharp crash and the shatter of glass echo through the whole damn house.

Rory bolts upright. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” I mutter, my irritation barely contained. “Just go to sleep.”

Her eyes dart to the door, wide and glistening with unshed tears. “What if someone’s broken in?”

I almost laugh at the absurdity. “No one’s broken in.”

“How can you be so sure?” She’s shaking now, her breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts.

She’s with me. What the hell is there to be afraid of?

“Come here.” She doesn’t move, her gaze locked on the bedroom door. I sigh and pull her against me. She stiffens, her hands bracing against my chest, but I don’t let go. Her breath is erratic, her tears hot as they soak into my skin.

“It’s just Griffen. No one would be stupid enough to break in here.”

She doesn’t respond, but I can feel her heartbeat start to slow, her breathing evening out. After a long moment, she pulls away, and I let her go, even though I don’t want to. She curls up with her back to me, drawing the blanket up to her chin.

This is the second time I’ve had to calm her down, but this time she can’t wait to get out of my arms.

What irritates me more? That I still want to hold her—or that she’s so quick to push me away? I shouldn’t give a fuck about either.