Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, strong language, and adult situations. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
The door slammed. The bolt turned with a sharp click.
Bryan didn't even turn it on: only the nightstand lamp bathed the room in light.
Alix didn't have time to open her mouth.
Back pressed against the wall, wrists pinned above her head by only one hand, she felt Bryan's hard body pressing against hers.
"You spent the evening getting on me," he growled, fangs bared, eyes fiery red.
To scream when I touch you in front of others, to act like a little fool... and then you're going to act coy?
Alix sneered, chin raised, insolent to the core.
- Shy ? Have you forgotten who made you hard under the table earlier with my foot, my heart?
— I forget nothing, baby. And there you will pay the bill.
He crushed his mouth on hers, brutal, hungry. Tongues tangled, fangs clashing, taste of Ruby and pure desire.
Alix tried to free her wrists. He squeezed harder.
- No. Tonight I'm in charge. You're going to take everything I give you, and you're going to ask for more.
He picked her up suddenly, threw her on the bed as if she weighed nothing. The mattress bounces. Alix lands on her back, hair disheveled, tank top already torn at the shoulder.
Bryan tore off the rest with a sharp movement: the fabric flew into shreds.
—Bryan! It was my favorite, you savage!
—I'll buy you a thousand. Now I want to see you naked. Right away.
He knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs with an authoritarian movement. His hand slipped directly under the lace, two fingers penetrated it without preamble, deep, fast, exactly where he knew.
Alix cried out, back arched.
—Damn, Bryan!
"Look at me when I fuck you with my fingers," he ordered hoarsely.
She obeys, pupils dilated, lips parted. He added a third finger, accelerated, curved just right. The damp noise filled the room.
— You're already soaked… You can't take it anymore, right?
— Shut up and continue!
First orgasm was violent. She screamed his name, body shaking, nails digging into her forearms.
He didn't let her breathe. He yanked off the panties, turned them around, put them on all fours.
— My turn to mark my territory.
Clack. A masterful slap on the left buttock.
— Count, baby.
—A…
Clack. Clack. Two louder blows. The skin instantly reddens.
— You like it when I hurt you, admit it.
— I like it when you do everything to me, asshole!
He leaned down, biting the red mark, growling against her skin.
— You're mine, Alix. Say it.
- Never.
He slipped three fingers inside her again, the other hand on her clit. She collapsed onto her elbows, trembling.
Second orgasm was even stronger. Her legs shook, she screamed into the pillow.
Bryan stood up and undressed in two seconds. His cock stretched, huge, ready to explode.
He grabbed her hips, pulled her back violently, penetrating her in one stroke up to the hilt.
Alix screamed in pleasure, clawing at the sheets.
"Don't move," he growled, motionless inside her. Feel me. Feel how I fill you.
—Bryan…move, damn it!
— Beg.
— Fuck me or I'll bleed you out here and now!
He burst into a dark laugh, withdrew almost entirely... and came back violently. And again. And again. The bed banged against the wall with each thrust.
— Stronger! she ordered.
- You're insatiable...
At the third orgasm. She collapsed on her stomach, trembling. Bryan followed her, pinning her under him, one hand in her hair, the other under her stomach to continue rubbing her clit while pounding her mercilessly.
"You're mine… repeat."
— To you... to you... faster!
He was losing control, his growls becoming animalistic.
And suddenly, reversal.
Alix, in a flash of rage and desire, freed herself with a vampiric thrust, flipped him onto his back and climbed on top of him, blood-red eyes, fangs bared.
— My turn, darling.
She impaled herself on him in one fluid movement, all the way to the bottom. Bryan groaned, hands clenching on his hips.
— Damn, Alix…
She rolled her hips, slowly, cruelly.
— You like it when I dominate you, huh?
— Yes… shit, yes…
She sped up, squeezing around him on each descent, stroking herself as she did so, looking him straight in the eyes.
— Watch me cum on you.
On the fourth orgasm. She screamed, head thrown back, body shaking. Bryan followed immediately, emptying himself into her with a throaty roar, squeezing her so hard his fingers left marks.
They remained stuck together, trembling, out of breath.
Alix collapsed onto his chest, still inside him, panting.
— You are… a tornado.
She bit her chin, smiling carnivorously.
—And you are my favorite toy.
He stroked her soaked hair, kissed her forehead.
—I love you, little fury.
—I love you more, my darling.
A muffled cry came through the wall:
— SHUT UP BRYAN, SOMEONE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!
Alix and Bryan burst out laughing, still united, still drunk on Ruby, on sweat and on each other.