Page 30 of Repossess My Heart

“Look pretty-“

I clench my jaw so hard it aches as I jerk her into a curtained off room, making the naked women inside screech like braying animals. I barely see them as I slam Reverie into the wall, toppling over a rack of clothes. “You do not leave the fucking stage, got it? If someone asks for you, if someone fucking so much as reaches for you-“

Her lips slam against mine, knocking me entirely off guard and onto my ass.Figuratively, of course.What’s even more disturbing is my reaction to her. I shove her harder against the velvet covered wall. The women’s startled screams turn to appreciative snickers as I hook her legs around my hips grinding into her as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. Her sweet smell, her taste, all of it blanking out everything else. I should be running scans. The outer building had tech to prevent me from getting the layout. Now that I’m in, nothing could stop me, but I’m not doing any of that.

Sexy little moans and gasps leave her as I grind my straining length into her soaked core, my fingers digging into her flesh as I appreciate every nip of her teeth and lick of her tongue. It's untrained, messy and in an instant it’s all I need.

All I have ever needed is to be buried inside her.

I’m losing control and she’s stripping it from me like a cheap piece of fucking tape. Like it never existed at all. Not even residue left behind of my former self.

Her body tenses against mine, her back arching off the wall as her orgasm overtakes her leaving us both panting and unsettled as I release her. Her feet drop to the floor with a thud as she tries to reel herself in. My cock throbs as I palm it roughly, trying and failing to move it into a place that isn’t painfully obvious. A quick scan of the room tells me we’re alone now, not that the audience made any difference to me as I grip her face, tilting her head up as our lips brush. My pulse jumps in anticipation of the bruises that’ll be here later. “Never fucking kiss me again.”

Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t speak, her lusty haze parting quickly as I turn to leave her. Not quickly enough to miss the way her eyes drop to the floor. Away from me. I clench my fists as I leave the room, disturbed by the illogical course of my actions. I can’t… think anything through with her around.

I need to focus.

Nothing else matters.

Her eyes, our little deal, doesn’t matter.

Nothing can matter more than this. Especially not a sexy weirdo slut.

My body aches to return to her, not just my cock…allof me. The need to purge the contents of my stomach is ripe as I order my drone to scan the building for him, each private room obscured by a block out cage driving my frustration. Violence will fix this. Just like it will fix my little distraction when it's time. When she’s the way I need her, full of fear… far from whatever she’s full of now. A woman clocks me from across the room, making a beeline for my path before slowing to a saunter, “I could see your cock from over there. So many fun things we can do with that.”

I grip her wrist harder than I need to, stopping her hand inches from my throbbing length. Her eyes widen in beautiful fear, a lovely mixture of green and blue that I should fixate on.

A pair of eyes I should need. A pair that isn’t in need of fixing.

I look away from them, following her gaze to my mechanical arm, covered by the singular long sleeve of my shirt, my hand hidden by a glove. The fleshy one stays inactive, for some reason the idea of touching her skin to skin makes me… angry? That’s not quite right, but close enough.

“Better yet, you tell me where a VIP by the name of Rager is, and I won’t detach your arm and shove it up your cunt.”

“I-I I’m not one of those girls. They stay in the b-basement.” She shudders.

“I don’t fucking care what you are. Tell me where to find him. It’s in your best interest to remain useful to me.”

Reverie

My hand clenches so hard on my own skin I can feel the scrape of my nails as they puncture through. Nine’s hand stays firmly on the wrist of another dancer, her breasts adorned in tassels the same as her sex as he leads her into a back hall. The second they are out of sight, I pick my stomach up off the floor where it had plummeted and make my way to the only empty platform. Hers maybe.

It's front and center.

My legs are still weak from the unexpected and powerful orgasm he left me reeling from as I climb up the short stairs, gripping the pole in my hand. My body does the rest without much input from me. As the eyes of the hungry patrons turn to drink me in I couldn’t feel less sexy, less like dancing. There’s a weird pressure behind my eyes that I can’t blink away.

I misread his jealousy… it had made my core drench and my clit swell with need. I felt… powerful. A powerful, deadly and fucking… beautiful man like him was jealous over me. It was stupid, juvenile. The gross feeling in my chest swaps with anger quickly, my movements become more fervent. I try a little harder. He was jealous, I didn’t misread shit. It doesn’t matter either way, we’re both each other’s means to an end. My eyes keep fluttering to the hall they disappeared down no matter how many times I pull them away. He’ll come back. He needs me. That room will be like the main building. You don’t get in without a girl.

He took a girl though, didn’t he?

It doesn’t fucking matter Reverie.

I let my hand slip behind my back, teasing like I’ll strip off the red lace top I found, a dangerous color to wear in a place like this. Red is for Enders; I could tell the moment we walked up to this place what it was. I put it on anyway; I wanted to be useful… I thought I could buy his way in. No VIP comes to a place like this unless it’s for the basement girls. Of course, the asshole already had a plan for that. The men gathering at my feet deposit credits I won’t receive and no longer need as I tease it again.

“Take it off!”

I won’t. You wouldn’t like what was underneath, anyway. Made that mistake before and got screamed at by Crace for the trouble, as if being jeered and humiliated offstage wasn’t enough.

I hook my fingers in the red matching bottoms, slipping them down to where they only barely hide my sex. Nobody seems bothered by the large number carved into my stomach as I dip a little lower, feeding into them. They go crazy at my feet, one reaching a little too close and Nine’s warning plays in my ears, making me wet again. They can see that. I can feel the dark spot on the panties grow larger as I slip down the pole, spreading my legs wide for them. Letting them see what he’s done to me if he won’t bear witness to it. It's petty, but I don’t care. I’m almost getting into the rhythm of it when a dash of white hair pulls my attention to the hall again. The frenzied rage in Nine’s eyes should scare me.

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