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“I hate you.” Lily growls as I drag her by the chained wrists to the bathroom in the corner of the cellar.

She’s filthy from rolling around on the floor, and there’s food in her hair. She needs a bath, desperately.

“You’ll learn to like me. I’m very likeable you know, if you give me a chance.” I chuckle, pushing her into the bathroom and closing the door behind us with a kick of my foot.

“I doubt that.” She huffs, stumbling into the small room, her ankle cuffs jingling with the exaggerated movements.

“Just the other night you were cumming all over your sheets for me baby. I’m still the same man.”

“Yeah, then you were a fantasy, and not a raving lunatic who kidnaps people and keeps them in a torture chamber.”

“Well, you really didn’t give me the option to woo you my dear. I would have, you know.” I say, turning her around to face me, brushing a lock of tomato sauce covered hair off her forehead while she rolls her eyes at me. “Don’t do that, princess.”

“Do what?”

“Roll your eyes like you aren’t the least bit turned on. I saw your book collection on the shelf in your room. I know you like masked men who take what they want. You crave it don’t you, you naughty thing?”

“Yeah in a book.”

“But I can give you that in real life. I can chase you through the woods, hunt you until you’re exhausted, give you every dirty fantasy you read about.”

“Then kill me?” She asks, her stormy eyes searching my bare face.

I can see the curiosity in them. The way they scan my features, softening when they reach my throat and the tattoos that grace it, including the pink lips inked over my pulse point. For the briefest of moments she raises her hands, like she’s going to touch it, but pulls away before her fingertips make contact.

“I would rather not.” I say, grabbing her hand gently, bringing it back up to where her gaze still focuses. She gulps loudly when I press her fingers to my throat and drag them over the artwork she so inquisitively stares at. “I would rather have you alive and screaming my name every chance we get.”

“Screaming H isn’t that sexy.” She says sarcastically, allowing me to move her touch down my neck to my chest over my wet and stained t-shirt. “Do you have a real name?”

“You promise to cry it out loudly when you’re cumming on my cock?” I ask, arching my brow at her with a devious smile.

“We shall see about that, mister kidnapper and killer.”

“It’s Hedeon.”

“Destroyer? How fitting.” She smirks, flattening her hand on my chest, allowing me to push it hard against me until I know she can feel my heart beating under it.

“You know Russian.”

“A little.”

“Ты самая красивая вещь, которую я когда-либо видел. Я обещаю не убивать тебя, принцесса.” I speak to her in my native tongue, watching her, waiting for her reaction.

“You really think so? I’m the most beautiful thing?” She asks, her palm pressing harder onto me, her chest rising with a deeply inhaled breath. “You really promise not to kill me?”

“I may be a killer, but I’m also a man of my word. I promise.”

She startles slightly but keeps her contact with me as I run my fingers through her sticky hair, grabbing a handful of it in my fist. It’s exquisite, the feel of her leaning her weight on me as I pull her face to mine, brushing my lips over hers that tremble ever so slightly.

“Are you going to…”

“Shhh.” I shush her, then claim her mouth in a kiss to rival any other.

She tries to purse her lips closed, but I wiggle my tongue against them and pry her mouth open delving inside, tasting her natural flavor and the spiciness of the food she ate before she spit it in my face. Her tongue is warm and wet, and after a few seconds, she relaxes and lets me tangle mine with hers.

When she kisses me back, and a small moan escapes her throat, I swallow it down. She’s hungry, but not for the food anymore. I can taste the craving in her, the same thirst that took her to Le Chateaux, the one that pushes her to lean harder against me, trapping her cuffed hands between our bodies as I grind my hardening cock against her belly.

“Oh fuck, princess.” I groan into her mouth, reaching down with my free hand and unbuckling my belt, then sliding my jeans down to my thighs.

My dick needs to be free from its confines, and to be against her flesh, to feel her softness and her warmth.

“H.” She pants into my mouth, her hands grabbing at my t-shirt, trying to pull it off me frantically.

“Such a good girl.” I coo, breaking the kiss just long enough to rip the shirt off over my head and throw it haphazardly on the floor.

She gasps when I release her hair and grab her dress with both hands. Curling my fingers over the top hem that sits askew across her ample breasts, I yank, tearing the satiny fabric with no effort. It falls to our feet with the silent fluttering of the destroyed fabric. Her bare tits crush against my naked chest, her nipples pebbling against my smooth skin, rubbing on me like little buttons that need to be tweaked and fingered.

“Yes baby. So responsive.” I purr to her, grabbing her tits roughly squeezing them each in turn, making her groan and gyrate her hips closer to mine and the damp head of my aching cock.

Her feet stumble a little as I back her up towards the shower, reaching over her shoulder to turn it on, kissing her deeply while I wait for the first billowy cloud of steam to escape the glass enclosure before clumsily backing her up inside of it.

The hot water hits her first, until I turn us, letting it pelt down my back instead until I can adjust the heat. I don’t want to burn her, or cause her any discomfort yet. She’s finally touching me, taking me, making the first step to accept this thing between us and I can’t risk shocking her out of it now.

The lace panties barely covering her sex rip away easily, the wetness of them squelching between my fingers as I toss them over the shower doors onto the bathroom floor. My jeans are harder to remove, but like the good girl I know she is, she reaches down with her cuffed hands and helps me wriggle out of them until they’re a soaked pile of denim and leather on the tub floor.

Gloriously nude, and soaking wet, I turn her back to my front and slam her against the wall. Her skin squeaks against the steamy glass, and she arches her back, pressing her ass to my pelvis.

“Fuck yes baby.” I moan, reaching down, stroking the hot flesh across her bum, squeezing it roughly until my red handprints are marked all over the creamy skin.

“H?” She asks meekly behind her pants.

“Yes?”

“We need…”

“No we don’t. I’m clean and I know you are.”

“But…” She murmurs, her face pressed against the shower, her eyes searching over her shoulder for me.

“Trust me.” I say, rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks, rolling my eyes back in my head at the utter pleasure of finally being so close to her entrances.

“Oh God.” She cries out as I slide forward, stroking between her pussy lips, poking her clit with the head of my dick. “Yes.”

I can’t wait any longer, and neither can she. The wetness pouring out of her, coating my cock, is the tell that she wants this as much as I do.

“Breathe.” I whisper in her ear as she holds her breath at my intrusion into her.

She’s so tight, so hot, and so wet. It’s heaven inside her as she takes all of me like we were made for each other. I fit perfectly in her, able to feel every part of her channel, and every pulse of that second heartbeat.

“H, take off my shackles.” She pants, slamming her ass back on me, driving me up to her cervix, crying out loudly.

“It’s so hot baby, leave them.”

“I want to touch you.”

“You are, with every piece of you. Just feel it, feel me. Take me princess, all of me.”

The water slices down on us, the heat of it adding to the warmth of my thrusting body, making me sweat on her back as I lean against her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly.

She takes me so well, her pussy molding to me, stretching perfectly as I pound into her. Our wet bodies slap loudly together, with that primal smack of skin on skin that echoes around us in the small enclosure.

“H!” She screams, tossing her head back, her wet hair slapping me in the face, sticking to my scruff.

It’s animalistic the way I fuck her, driving into her so hard the glass rattles in front of her, threatening to bust into millions of pieces. I slam her harder, grabbing her hair, holding her head still, devouring her agape mouth like a man starved.

I can feel her tightening around my cock, her body reaching the point of no return. She’s so close to the edge, teetering on the cliff, that my next hard thrust could push her off of.

“Oh God! Hedeon! Yes! More!” She bellows out into my kisses, her voice turning from high pitched screams to low snarls like a rabid animal.

“Reach up, princess. Grab the top of the door.” I pant into her mouth.

Like my good girl she complies, and I lift her from her feet, her cuffs rattling and banging against my shins as I fuck her so hard that the only thing holding her up is her weak hold on the metal door frame and my cock. She screams again, her face falling away from mine, her fingers clawing to hold on.

“Cum now baby.” I roar as the orgasm tears through me.

It starts in the middle of my spine as a ball of electricity that spreads lower, working through my balls, and explodes out of the head of my cock so deep inside of her. She joins me, her body bucking and thrashing, her hands slipping, and her breaths coming so hard I fear she might pass out. She growls and groans as she floods my dick with so much slippery fluid that it splatters on my feet.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She yells

“That’s my good fucking girl, Lily.” I praise her, kissing the side of her face, her cheek, and her jawline, seeking out her mouth again.

I need to kiss her more. I want to always be kissing her. I cant get enough of it, or her taste, or the feel of her wet tongue entwined with mine. I kiss her deeply as she moans again, her body tensing, her knuckles cracking, and her pussy squeezing me so tightly on another climax.

“Yes baby, cum again. That’s it, choke my cock with your perfect little cunt.”

She explodes, practically crushing my dick with how hard her pussy grips me, trying to push me out of her with the sheer force of her orgasm. It’s beautiful, all encompassing, and the best thing I have felt in my entire life.

“My good girl. Mine.” I grow into her mouth, nipping her bottom lip with my teeth hard enough to leave a mark, claiming her, just as I did in her room while she slept.

She’s mine now. Mine to have, to hold, to pamper, to abuse, to use, and to keep.

Mine!

“Yours.” She weeps, her body and mind falling apart as I work her down, slowing my hips, easing her from her death grip on the door.

Pulling out of her seems like a crime, but she needs something else right now. To be held, to be soothed, and to be released from her physical binds, because the mental and emotional ones have now formed.

“Let me hold you, Lily. Then we’ll get these off.” I say, pulling her front to mine, wrapping my thick tattooed arms around her, pressing her face to my chest so she can hear the galloping of my heart, telling her that it’s hers now, as much as hers is becoming mine.