“Only if you’re coming with me, sweetheart.” I hoist her over my shoulder, keeping her in place with one hand as she kicks and screams. Ignoring her pleas, I carry her across the bar, all eyes on us, to my table. Using my free hand, I sweep the empty glasses to the floor, ignoring the glass shattering and crunching under my boots as I lay my bride on the tabletop to drive my point home.
Adeline will fall in line and do her duty to me and this club. I’ll get what’s mine, whether or not she wants to give it.
She stares up at me with hate evident in her olive-green eyes.
“You want to flaunt your ass in front of the club and act like the whores, I’ll treat you like one.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you.” I jerk my button open and zipper down.
“Go ahead and do it then, tough guy,” she whispers with tears threatening to fall, but it’s too late to stop this. There’s no turning back or I will appear weak to my men, and I can’t have that. No amount of tears will warrant any sympathy from me. I’m a cold-hearted bastard.
Gripping the side of her dainty underwear, I pull them down to her knees as I spread them apart, doing my best to shield her naked lower half. I’m like a deranged animal, as the hatred for her father and the drive for revenge boils and pumps through my veins. I loom over her, nipping at her neck as I line my cock up with her virgin heat.
“You’re a bastard,” she spits the word at me as though it’s an insult. I know who and what I am. The parts of me that cared died fifteen years ago. I muffle her cries with my palm capped over her lips as I drive into her without warning. Her nails dig into my back as I take her virginity. Adeline bucks her hips against mine, but she’s as powerless to stop me as I am to quit. Her tight warmth is at war with my thick length as I surge deeper in. My eyes roll back in my head at the sensation. I go at her fast and hard. The quicker I get off, the faster she will become pregnant, and I can claim all that was lost.
She can fight me, fight the pull, but we both know that her tight cunt is greedily squeezing my cock. Her words say she hates me. The way her body writhes against mine tells a different story.
Adeline is only pissed that she’s enjoying the feel of me splitting her in two.
I pump her full. Each thrust is rougher and faster than the last. I get a handful of her blonde hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to me. I shouldn’t be enjoying fucking her as much as I am. That pain radiating in her eyes makes me want to end her suffering, and yet I can’t, and I won’t. The urge to choke her overwhelms me. To wrap my hand around her throat. To end all of this now, but I’ve waited fifteen years for this.
To know that the man who killed my woman and unborn son is suffering in the pits of Hell and died knowing that in the end, I won. That his daughter is mine.
Mine to fuck.
Mine to possess.
Mine to breed.
Mine to kill.
My feisty Adeline. She gives as good as she gets. Clawing at me, leaving marks, drawing blood.
Her fists pound at my chest, but I don’t stop. She needs to know her place and who she married.
I’m not a good man.
Any good that was ever in me perished.
I’m the monster her father forced me to become.
“Be a good little slut and take it,” I growl at her. “This is how whores get fucked, princess. You want hearts and rose petals, you’d better rethink your behavior.”
“I hate you so much.”
“That why you’re on the verge of getting off?”
I rub her pulsing clit and her mouth clamps shut as she shudders beneath me.
My dick twitches inside her as I get off. I pull out and tuck back into my pants, then jerk her underwear back into place.
More tears stream down her face, and I can’t bear to look at her.
I know I’m an asshole. Her first time should’ve been gentle. Only that’s not who I am or what this is about.
“Escort her back upstairs,” I order Axe. “And stay there. You’re on guard duty.” It’s about time the fuckhead makes himself useful. There are no free rides here. I don’t care who his daddy is.