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Chapter 6

Dorian

W atching her ride that man’s face has my blood boiling. All I see is red, and it takes everything in me not to march over there and pull her off of him. I want nothing more than to swing her filthy ass over my shoulder and march her straight out of here, but I can’t. I can’t show her or Malachi that I want more than a hunt out of her. I want to keep her. Not just kill her.

She looks like the death angel she is, in that black leather strap dress, cuts and dried blood showing through. I want to slice it from her body. Tear it from her until she is bare to me again. To bring my knife to her creamy soft skin again, making her bleed for me and only me. Making Malachi hold her down while I fuck her raw, and she begs for relief.

I turn to grab my drink off the counter and try to strike up a conversation with the pretty little thing perched on the bar stool next to me, needing to distract myself from my thoughts. I shouldn’t be thinking of the things I am. I need to resist her allure. She isn’t mine. I need to try to bury these thoughts away by burying myself in another piece of ass. It used to work, so why wouldn’t it now?

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Raven dominate that couple and find myself even more turned on than when I was cutting her. I’m in awe at how she is quickly coming out of her shell. Taking control of the beast, she’s no doubt kept locked away her entire life. I can’t wait to see that beast cower before me and Malachi in just a few days.

I slam the rest of my drink, setting the empty glass on the bartop, and signal for another. When I turn back to where Raven is, she's down on her knees in front of some young punk with his dick in her hands. Her eyes light up as she brings it to her perfect pouty pink lips.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m storming across the bar and wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her from the man and his dick. With her securely in my grasp, I turn and look at the young man over my shoulder.

“This one is mine. You ever think about touching her again, and you won’t live to see tomorrow. Do you fucking understand me?” I growl at him.

He nods, quickly tucks himself away, and scurries away like the beat dog he would be if he didn’t fuck off. I turn my attention back to my little death angel. She’s squirming in my hold, but I refuse to let her get away. At least for now.

“You want to come so badly, little death angel. Then let me help you,” I growl into her ear.

With everyone in the main room of Midnight Secrets watching the exchange, I drag her to the middle of the room and pull her body across a tabletop. She lay sprawled on her back with my hand still wrapped around her throat.

“Malachi, go get the bar. We're going to need it,” I call out to my brother, who watches on with amusement.

He immediately disappears to the back rooms and returns with the spreader bar I requested, helping me strap Raven onto it. Her arms and legs are now in the perfect position for not only public viewing pleasure but for my own as well. I reach down slide a knife from my boot, and flip it open before running my thumb along the sharp end of the blade. There’s a glimmer in my eye and a smirk on my face when I see the horrified look on Raven’s, and it only spurs me on more.

“Oh come on now, little one. You were just so brave a moment ago where anyone could see you. No need to be shy now.”

“I’m not being shy. I’m fucking pissed that you think you can do whatever you want to me without giving me anything in return. What kind of man can’t get a woman to come?”

She goads, an angry fire burning behind her eyes and venom lacing her voice. “Seems like you and your brother over there wouldn’t know how to please a woman if you were fucking paid to do so. Fucking pathetic.”

“Okay then. If my little death angel wants to come, then she’ll come. More times than your delectable little body will be able to handle. You sure you want to go there with me?”

“Fuck you,” she spits, pulling at her cuffs.

I bring up my hands and snap, pointing to the closet behind the bar. Malachi and the bartender know exactly what I want them to grab, and they scramble to get it. While I wait for them to wheel it out here, I bring my knife to Raven once again. Grabbing one of the leather straps, I slide my knife under, and it slices through like butter, falling to the table beneath her. I repeat the process with every single one until she is bare to the eyes of anyone who wants to watch me defile her.

I run the tip of my knife from her throat, down her chest, and stop just above her glistening pussy. A thin red line trails in its wake, and beautiful crimson slowly seeps through. I run my fingers through her fresh blood and bring them to her face. I write the word whore across her forehead and grab her cheeks to bring those angry blue-gray eyes to mine.

“If you want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one,” I whisper against her lips before taking them with my own.

I claim her mouth, driving my tongue past her lips and drinking her in. She’s intoxicating and melts beneath me until I pull away quickly, just in time to see exactly what I need being wheeled my way. Walking around the table, I yank her down until just the bottom of her ass is hanging off the edge and watch the guys line up the machine with her pussy and ass. They attached the double dildo attachment to the machine since she likes to be fucked in both holes at once. Malachi pulls a bottle of lube from his back pocket and coats both ten-inch cocks with the liquid, and hands me the remote.

The crowd gasps when Malachi pushes the machine closer to Raven, sinking both toys into her perfect little holes. She screams from the intrusion and tries to wriggle away, but with me at her head now, she won’t be going anywhere.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She screams at me. “You can’t do this in front of all these people!”

“Watch me,” I goad and hit the button on the small remote in my hand.

It whirs to life and starts slowly. In and out of her it goes at a snail's pace. You can hear just how wet she’s becoming as it fucks her, but she fights the moans that are threatening to release themselves. I grab her hair in my free hand and turn her head to me, leaning down to her level.

“Come for me, little death angel. You know you want to.”

“I’ll never come for a man like you,” she says and spits into my face.

I wipe it off and slap her with it. It shocks her, but a whimper escapes her after the impact.

“You like the pain, don’t you?” I say, already knowing the answer.

She just glares at me and pulls her face from my hand. Hitting a button on the remote, the machine speeds up, pounding into her pussy and ass at a rate that no one can handle for long. She screams out in pleasure as it fucks her ruthlessly, and she trembles on the table. Within seconds, she explodes, and her screams reach a new height as the table beneath her is soaked in her release, as are the people gathered by the machine.

“Did you see that Malachi, our little death angel is a squirter.”

“I must have missed it,” he jokes from behind me. “Gonna have to get her to do it again. That’s not something I want to miss.”

I turn it up again, and the sounds coming from both her pussy and her mouth are like a symphony. She’s moaning in pleasure louder than ever, and her juicy pussy screams at just how happy she is. I’m tapped on the shoulder suddenly, and when I turn, I see one of our female regulars standing there with a wand in her hand. I nod for her to continue, and she walks around me, positioning herself next to Raven.

She reaches over and spreads Raven’s pussy apart further and exposes that lovely little nub. Clicking on the wand, she holds it against her clit and leans over, taking one of Raven’s nipple piercings into her mouth. Seconds later, she's soaking everyone again and shaking from the intensity of her orgasms.

I turn down the machine and lean down to her level. Her eyes are hooded from exhaustion but still shoot daggers straight into my soul.

“Has our little death angel had enough yet? Or can I still not make you come properly?”

“You still haven’t made me come. You use machines and other people to do the dirty work for you. What a man you are,” she seethes between clenched teeth.

“Have it your way then,” I shrug, stepping away again and turning the machine up as far as it will go.

Malachi steps over with the lube again and drizzles it down Raven’s pussy so the machine doesn’t tear her apart and shivers wrack through my body at the sounds her cunt makes every time it takes the toy fully.

God, I love my life.