Page 78 of Tyrant

The lights gently dim and some shitty techno sounding music begins to play. Cheap strobe lights flicker and climb around the room. It’s all one big fucking joke and show to these guys, including my father and brother.

When Serafina and I get to the bar, a young, chiseled man looks right at her and smirks with a million-dollar smirk. He leans right toward her.

“What are you drinking tonight, beautiful?”

The smug attitude of this prick. Before Serafina can answer the question, I move fucking fast. I slide a glass a few inches to the right and I grab the back of this bartender’s head and slam it down against the glass, shattering it and his face.

Blood sprays all over the bar like someone popped a blood-filled balloon. The bartender’s head shoots up and back, shards of glass sticking out of his face. He topples right down to the floor.

Next to me, Serafina is in complete shock. Her cheeks red, chin quivering. I grab her by the arm and pull her away from the bar. I don’t give a fuck who sees us right now either.

I drag myclaimed onethrough the mostly dark room as the techno music thumps and the lights shine in various directions. When I hear my father’s voice booming through a microphone, acting like some douchebag corporate guy gettingthe troopsfired up for another mindless day of attempted work, I want to go back to the bar and rip that fucking bartender’s tongue out of his mouth and beat him to death with it.

I throw Serafina through an open door into the fancy lobby of the luxury hotel we’re currently at. She stumbles and almost falls. I rush up to her and wrap my right arm around her and pull her against me.

“No other fucking man gets to admire you the way I do,” I growl at her. “I’m the only one who tells you that you’re beautiful. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she says without hesitation.

I take a deep breath, but that does nothing to calm me down.

“You are so fucking beautiful,claimed one,” I tell her. “My cock never gets a rest when I’m near you or I think of you.”

“I’m always wet,” she whispers. “Soaked,Tyrant. Fucking soaked.”

I throw my left arm around her body and I pick her up. I walk to the women’s restroom and kick the door open with force. It’s spotless and smells like lavender.

I take Serafina to the closest sink and put her on her feet. My hands lift her dress and I grab her panties and rip them like they’re a sheet of wet paper. I unzip my suit pants and dig formy cock, forcing it to painfully twist and bend to fit through the nearly-not-big-enough opening in the pants.

As I bend my knees, I slap my right hand against Serafina’s face and mouth.

“Spit all over my fucking hand,” I order her.

She groans and slaps her tongue against the palm of my hand. She licks a few times and then begins to spit, over and over, like some nasty fucking whore.

“Good girl,” I growl.

I lower my right hand to my cock and lather up with her saliva. Then I press the huge head of my cock against her sopping, tight cunt and I fuck. Not thrust. Not penetrate. Notslide in. I fuck.

Her body hits the counter and she lets out a scream. I grab her hair with my left hand.

“Look in the mirror,claimed one,” I growl. “Look at me while I fuck you from behind.”

“Yes,” she groans as she stares at us in the mirror. “Fuck me harder,Tyrant.”

She’s a little fucking devil, isn’t she? I fuck her harder. She screams louder.

I hope the fucking cops bust in, thinking I’m murdering her.

When I’m done fillingmyclaimed onewith all the cum my cock can pump out, I tell her to clean herself up and join me back in the investors meeting.

By the time I enter the room there’s a new bartender. The other one I attacked I’m sure is at a hospital right now, getting shards of glass pulled right from his eyeballs. I dare the fuck totry and rat me out or figure out who I am. I walk to the bar and order a drink.

Up on stage, my father stands next to a man who is tall, wears thin glasses, and is going on and on about metrics and margins. Behind him on a screen there are animations of gold coins and happy people. This is like a fucking porno for these rich people. I’m surprised they all aren’t stroking each other’s cocks, thinking about money.

I finish my drink and realize a few minutes have gone by. I leave my glass at the bar and walk to go find Serafina. As far as I’m concerned, I did my part by showing up to this joke of a meeting. All I want to do is toss Serafina over my shoulder and find an empty hotel room above us and fuck her all night long.

I turn the corner to go toward the hallway where the restrooms are. The women’s restroom door opens and Serafina steps out and looks at me. It takes me a second to realize there’s blood pouring down the left side of her head and face. She’s missing one of her heels too, leaving her wobbly.

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