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Ambrose leans over me. “Keep those eyes on me, tragedy,” he growls as he tugs me into his pelvis before pushing inside me.

I gasp as he pushes to my depths and his piercings tease different parts of me. I reach back and grab the bar that sits a couple of inches off the stage floor to brace myself as he fucks me harder. He basks in Jake’s increasing anger and jealousy, then pours that high into me as he drives me into the stage. My eyes remain on him, and I try not to think of what happens once he’s finished fucking me.

ChapterThirty-Five

Ambrose

Ithought she felt incredible when she fought me, but she feels so fucking good when she willingly lets me inside her. She’s truly mine now, in a way I never could have imagined. Like anything that belongs to me, I have to protect her. I have to think about what she needs. I’ve hurt her too many times, and now I have to make sure no one ever hurts again. I’ll take out anyone who does.

Her boss squirms and screams, but his weasel eyes don’t leave my tragedy’s body. I’ll let him watch the way her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips. He’s going to die, so he might as well enjoy the beautiful fucking view in front of him while he can. I know I am. Even in danger, he can’t help but be mesmerized by her. Like me.

The mirrors surrounding everything make it so much better. I can see every angle of her. The pout of her lips between moans. The fat of her ass cheeks as her legs curl around me. That incredible mane of red hair flowing around her beautiful face. It’s enough to make me want to bust. But not yet. I want to fuck her on her hands and knees first. I want that ass up in the air for me.

My cock sheens with her wetness as I pull out of her and flip her onto her stomach. I slide my arm beneath her and raise her hips to meet mine. Fisting her hair, I force her eyes on the writhing, screaming asshole sitting in front of her. I want him to see every ounce of pleasure written on her face as I fuck her senseless.

I push inside her and she gasps.

“I want your eyes on him this time, tragedy. I want you to come while he looks at your face. He needs to see what he could never do to you.”

“I can’t,” she whimpers.

I smack her ass, ignoring her denial. My eyes move to the mirrors, and I twitch inside her as I take in the glorious view. Her ass nestles into my pelvis as I slam into her. Her hair falls down her back and to the side. She’s stunning. Mind-bendingly beautiful. A goddess like her could completely ruin a man with just one taste of her incredible body.

And she did.

I hook my arm around her thigh and rub her clit. A soft moan struggles to break free, but she holds it back as she stares at the man who wanted what doesn’t belong to him. I tried to take that part of her too, but it only began to belong to me when she offered it freely.

I grind my hips against hers between every thrust, trying to draw those moans out of her pretty throat. I rub circles against her before swiping my fingers over her swollen clit. She finally moans, and the sound invigorates everyone. Her boss strains and writhes more with her increasing pleasure, and she pulls a groan from me as well. It’s contagious.

“Come, tragedy. Come on my dick so I can kill your fucking boss with your pleasure staining the front of my jeans.”

She squeezes me, clenching almost painfully around my dick. Her thighs tremble in front of me, and I have to hold her up as I keep rubbing her clit. “I’m going to come,” she pants, and instead of looking at him, her gaze rises to mine in the mirror. Those bright green eyes don’t even look the same as when I met her. They eat through me as my hips stutter against her. She’s squeezing me so hard, and there’s no way I can stop myself from filling her, but I grip the base of my cock as her spasms try to milk me.

“Get your incredible cunt off my dick and go grab one of those copper mugs from the bar,” I tell her, trying to keep from spilling my load as she leans forward and pulls away from me.

She gives me a confused look, but she hops off the stage and hurries to the bar. I like her feisty nature, but I’d be a liar if I said her obedience doesn’t do anything for me. She hurries back with a copper mug, and just as she hands it to me, I slide it beneath my dick and shoot my load into it. This is a nice start, but it needs something more. I work up some spit in my mouth and add that to the mug, making it even more watery.

With my cock still out, I hop down from the stage, swirling the mug as if the finest wine resides within it. I rip the panties from Jake’s mouth, and curse words fly from him the moment he’s free to yell—a whole lot of charming, pretentious things revolving around “Do you know who I am?” and “You just wait until I get out of here.”

Spoiler alert, Jake. You’ll never leave this place.

I hand the copper mug to Oaklyn, and she stands beside me with her perfect chest bared to the world. I’d drink up just about anything if those tits remained in front of me. An intrigued expression crosses her face as she glances into the mug.

“Don’t you do what you’re thinking of doing. I’ll ruin you!” he shouts at her.

I whip back his head by his greasy fucking hair, and he clamps his mouth tight. He’s ruining all the fun by fighting.

“You don’t get to boss her around anymore,” I say. “You also don’t get to threaten her anymore. Now open your fucking mouth.”

I raise a fist in the air and bring it down on the bridge of his nose. The cartilage gives way, and a gush of blood fills his sinuses. If he wants to breathe, he only has one option. He shakes his head and tries to clear his airway of blood, but it’s futile.

He opens his mouth to take a breath.

The moment his lips part, Oaklyn steps forward and tips the mug on its side, pouring my come and spit down his throat. He gags and tosses his head, then turns toward her. Before he can spit it onto her porcelain skin, I shove the panties into his mouth.

More than anything, I want to torture this piece of shit and then snuff out his existence. I want him to pay for all the pain he’s caused my tragedy. But it can’t be my decision. If she wants to take revenge, it has to be on her terms. I can’t do this for her.

I turn to Oaklyn. “If you don’t want to be a part of what happens next, you can leave while I finish what has to be done, but I want you to consider what’s best for you. You have an opportunity that I will never know. You can take revenge for everything he’s put you through. He dies either way, but I’ll handle the torture he deserves if you can’t do it.”

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