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TICK TOCK

A week later…

I told myself I was done. That I had gotten her out of my system the way I do everything else, rough, fast, no strings attached, no bullshit.

But I couldn’t stay gone, not for long. Not from her .

I told myself I was just fucking curious. That I was only passing down that street, checking in on our businesses, making sure debts were paid. But fuck that, the truth was that I came back for her.

For that tight little body. For the way she moaned when I called her mine. For the way she broke beneath my hands and fucking thanked me for it.

So when I stepped into the club that night, I only had one thing on my mind. I was already hard and consumed by the sexual frustration. I needed to see that look in her eyes again. Wanted to feel her soft curves against my body.

I scanned the room and then saw her… on her knees, in front of another man?

Something inside me snapped.

Some prissy Dom in a velvet jacket, stroking her cheek like she was some dainty little thing, not the filthy, soaked kitten I had fucking wrecked just days ago. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging lightly, as if she needed gentle.

As if she didn’t already have an owner.

Who the fuck did she think she was?

Letting him touch her?

Allowing him to even look at her?

Every muscle in my body tensed. I wasn’t loud. I didn’t make a scene. I just stood there, hands clenched into fists, jaw locked, blood boiling like motor oil.

I was going to kill him.

Rip his throat out for touching what was mine .

She looked up then, as if she’d felt me walk in. Our eyes met across the room and she froze, a slight glimmer of fear followed by excitement glowed in those pretty brown hues.

Good . She should be fucking afraid, because the second I saw her on her knees for another man, it wasn’t just jealousy that hit me.

It was rage.

Pure. Possessive. Burning, rage. That kind of rage that comes when something you claimed, dares to even think that it’s free.

I moved through the crowd as if death itself were on my heels, silent and deadly.

He didn’t even see me coming until I was behind her, one hand fisting her hair, yanking her back so that she let out a frightened gasp.

The guy flinched and took a step back, clearly realizing he had just fucked up. I didn’t even waste my time looking at him. Didn’t need to. My attention remained on her as I spoke.

“Leave,” I snarled. He hesitated and my hand curled into a fist, “ Now .” He snapped out of it quick, running off without a word.

Smart man.

I dragged her to her feet, pulling her in close enough so that her scent hit me like a punch to the gut. That sweet, submissive heat made my cock hurt. She was already wet.

For him ? No. That was meant for me .

“You trying to piss me off, kitten?” I growled into her ear. “Or did you just forget who you belong to?”

Her breath hitched. “How dare you? What makes you think you can…”

She gasped again as I gripped her hair tighter, yanking her head back so that my lips were hovering over hers. “You want to repeat that.”

She swallowed hard, her breaths coming out in sexy little pants. “Y-You left…”

“So I decide to come back for what’s mine, and you’re on your fucking knees for someone else? I thought we had a deal, kitten?”

“The deal broke when you disappeared,” her lips slightly quivered and I slid my lips over them, barely kissing her.

“I didn’t disappear honey, I was…”

“What?” She raised her chin, still defiant even though her situation was precarious. “You’re just like every coward out there. There’s a dime a dozen of you out there. Might as well choose another one to play with.”

I slammed her against the wall, my hand slid around her throat, thumb pressing into her jaw, forcing her to look at me.

“Do I look like I fucking share ?”

Her lips parted, her body trembling, not from fear. From need, or maybe it was guilt.

Good.

“Answer me,” I snapped.

“No,” she whispered. “You don’t share.”

“Damn right I don’t.”

My other hand slid between her thighs. She was soaked. “You got wet for him?” I hissed.

“N-no…”

I shoved a finger inside her, loving her whimper. “You’re lying.”

She moaned when I shoved my fingers inside of her. Fucking moaned so sweetly it took everything in me not to take her up against that wall. Her eyes rolled back and fuck me … I should have walked away again. Should have let her go and let her play her little games with some other schmuck.

But she was mine.

And now I had to remind her just how brutal I could be when something that belonged to me, fucked me over.

“Wet for me now, huh?” I growled, curling my fingers just enough to make her hips buck against my hand.

She bit her lip, trying to hold it back like she didn’t want to give me the satisfaction. My jaw clenched in anger.

Wrong move, kitten.

“I asked you a question,” I said, dragging my fingers out of her slowly, watching her twitch, already hating the emptiness.

“You're just angry because I let someone else touch me,” she said, voice low, uncertain yet still defiant. God she was pretty when she pouted. “Didn’t know you cared.”

That little smirk on her lips? That was gasoline. And baby, I was the fucking match.

I gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Who the fuck do you think you’re playing with?”

“I don’t know,” she said innocently, her lashes fluttering. “Some biker who fucks and runs.”

Boom. There it was. She wanted the monster. She was practically begging for him.

“You think you’re smart, don’t you?” I hissed, dragging her closer by the front of her corset. “Think that bratty little mouth makes you powerful?”

“I think it gets your dick hard,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine. “And judging by the way you’re grinding it against my thigh right now… I’m pretty sure I’m right.”

This new rebellious side of her did get my dick hard but I wasn’t willing to give her that satisfaction. Instead, I reacted, spinning her around and spanking her ass, hard enough to make her jolt up on her tiptoes.

Once.

Twice.

Three times .

I spanked her hard enough through the latex to hear the gasp rip out of her throat.

“Fuck,” she breathed hard.

She wanted punishment? She was about to drown in it.

I fisted my hand in her hair and dragged her down the hallway.

"Where?" I growled.

She whimpered, her breath shaky, and finally pointed. "There."

This wasn’t the same room she’d taken me to before. No velvet benches. No soft lights or soft silk bedding that screamed for seduction. This one was colder. Raw. The kind of place that made you hesitate, that is, if you had anything soft left inside you.

Cement floors. Steel hooks. A St. Andrew’s Cross bolted to the floor standing menacingly against the shadows. The scent of sweat, leather, and something darker clung to the walls. This wasn’t a room for play. It was a room for surrender.

I locked the door behind us, and the second it clicked, she backed up against a black, feeling the shift in the air.

I stalked her, until my large frame crowded her curvy one. My breath was at her ear, and my mouth at her throat.

“You wanna play games, kitten?” I hissed. “Fine. Let’s play.”

She trembled. But she didn’t run. Not this time. I spun her around, pushed her chest to the cross, and grabbed her wrists, fastening the restraints with sharp, practiced snaps. Her legs spread automatically, one ankle buckled in, then the other.

“I’m not your anything. I am especially not your pet,” she whimpered as I tightened the strap on her wrist. She met my gaze not backing down once. “You haven’t claimed me.”

Leaning in, my voice fell menacingly low. " You’re right. You’re not my pet," I growled, running my palm over the broad swell of her ass. "Not yet. I haven’t claimed you, as you say. Haven’t collared you. So don’t think you can hide behind the safety of a title. Not tonight."

She whimpered, her cheek resting against the cold leather.

"But you want it," I breathed. "You want to be owned, don’t you?” I brushed her dark hair aside, licking the back of her neck. “You just don’t know what that fucking means yet."

I unbuckled my belt slowly, letting the leather hiss through the loops. Her body stiffened, remembering.

Good girl.

I trailed the thick leather across her bare thighs. Just enough to tease. Not enough to give. Not yet. Her thighs trembled just how I liked them.

"Look at you," I muttered. "Already soaked and I haven’t even touched that sweet pussy."

I circled her slowly, dragging my fingers up the inside of her thigh. Her body twitched, a low moan slipping past her lips when I finally cupped her heat. She was drenched for me. Such pure fucking delicate sin.

"You’re gonna take what I give you," I said, rough, voice scraping low in my throat. "No safe words. No begging. You earn that right when you wear my collar. Until then, you break. You obey."

She gasped when I slipped two fingers inside her, spreading her for me, my thumb grinding her clit like I owned it. Her greedy pussy clenched around them, her hips moving just enough so that my fingers would slide in and out of her. She was fucking perfect.

"This greedy little cunt…" I growled. "It’s mine, isn’t it, kitten."

Her moans filled the room, sweet and desperate, her hips rocking back into my hand like she couldn’t get enough.

“Say it,” I ordered.

“Y-yes,” she hissed in pleasure.

I slid my fingers out for just a second, just enough to spank those swollen lips. She gaved out a tiny yelp, cut off by a heated moan as I slid them into her again, my thumb going back to its tortuous circles.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Daddy,” I growled, and her head fell back onto my shoulder as her hips went wild, leaving her cream on my hand.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, and I yanked my fingers free and shoved them past her lips.

"Taste it. Taste how fucking desperate you are for me."

She sucked her juices off them, eyes fluttering closed, cheeks flushed.

I stepped back and let the belt crack across her ass once, clean and brutal. She cried out, her body jerking, the straps on her wrists straining.

"You might not wear a collar yet, kitten. But keep screaming like that... and I’ll make sure you get one."

I circled her like a wolf sizing up its prey, crouching behind her, and biting that large swell of perfect ass hard enough to leave a mark.

She moaned and those thighs continued to quiver for me.

Fuck.

She was wrecking me from the inside out. Every breath she took lit a fuse in my blood. Every whimper scraped against something primal and unhinged inside me.

“You never even gave me your name. How can I even trust you again?” she whispered.

I slid my hand between her legs, knuckles brushing over her soaked, needy cunt. My cock twitched at how fucking ready she was for me. I knew she wanted sweetness, she craved it, but this was punishment. She disregarded my orders, and you never fuck with a Bastard’s orders.

“You’ll scream it soon enough.”

She moaned again, biting her lip like she was trying to keep herself from falling apart.

Too late.

I shoved two fingers inside her. Deep, hard, no warning, my thumb grinding against her clit ripping a broken gasp out of her. Her body jerked, thighs twitched, and she held on to the restraints. It was obvious she didn’t know whether to collapse or beg for more.

“This,” I growled. “This greedy little cunt that keeps dripping for me. It belongs to a Bastard. I want you to remember that the next time you try to defy me.”

She was already riding my hand, fucking herself like she couldn’t get enough. I pulled my fingers out and slowly licked at them. Her mouth opened in a small O, and I leaned in and licked her lips. My mouth slid over hers and she whimpered around my tongue, sucking on it like she was starving, and I swear to God, something broke inside me.

She was under my skin, poisoning me in the best fucking way. I didn’t want kids, didn’t want a family, didn’t want to be someone’s happily ever after.

I wanted control, freedom and pain.

But her?

I wanted her chained to me.

I wanted her broken open so I could fuck myself into every corner of her mind.

I stepped back in, fingers plunging into her again with brutal precision, curling just right to hit that spot deep inside her that made her legs shake. My thumb circled her clit in tight, maddening strokes. Her moans grew louder, higher, climbing toward that release. It was too fast, too easy, and it seemed she forgot this was punishment.

I stopped abruptly and she she gasped, jerking in her restraints, body trembling with need. Her back arched, begging silently, but I stepped away.

"No," I said simply, my voice a growl against her skin. "You don’t get to have that kind of pleasure. Not the kind I can give you. Not tonight."

She whimpered, frustration and lust tangled in the sound. I leaned in close, my breath hot at her ear. "You think you get to come just because you’re dripping for me? Because you beg like a good little whore? No. You’ll come when I say. And right now? You don’t deserve it."

She shook, ruined and wrecked, her body aching to fall over the edge.

"And if I ever see you with another man again, if you let another man near you, if you so much as breathe for someone who ain’t me…I’ll fucking destroy them. And after I let you watch me tear them limb from limb, then I’ll chain you up and remind you exactly who owns this sweet little cunt."

Her breath hitched and I turned and left her there. Not bothering to bring her down from that cross. I left her desperate, soaked and denied.

Exactly how I felt.