I shouldn’t have been turned on from watching him knock a man out with a single blow, and yet, here we were, my thighs clenched together as if it could relieve the ache that only he could take away from me.
His mouth moved, a single syllable that sent a hush through the arena. Everything in me clenched, understanding the command in it even with the distance between us.
“Now.” I could feel the growl in it, the demand as I rose to my feet and moved to the aisle between the rows of seats. I descended the concrete stairs slowly, making my way to the door to the cage where it touched the hallway. Calix followed at my back, a silent sentry keeping me safe until I was with the man who would die before he’d let anything happen to me.
Scar ignored everyone else, leaving his robe discarded as he met me at the gate and shoved through it. The moment he reached me, he lifted me into his arms.
My dress raised up my thighs as I spread my legs, circling them around his waist as his hands went to my ass to support me. I crashed my mouth down on his, craving that intimacy that was mine. The part of him that no one but me had ever had.
Shocked silence descended on the arena at the sight of him with a woman as he growled into my lips, hiking me higher as he strode through the hallway. Nothing existed outside of the feeling of Scar’s lips against mine as he carried me through the halls and to the changing room he’d claimed as his earlier in the evening.
The door slammed closed behind us, locking us into the room as he strode through to the other side. My back collided with the lockers, the shock of cold metal on the skin revealed by the backless dress drawing a gasp from my lips.
He lowered me to my feet, his tongue tangling with mine as I reached between us and dragged my panties down my thighs. Dropping them to the floor and completely uncaring about anything else, I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side while Scar shoved down his shorts.
There was no thought as he lifted me back into his arms, lowering me slowly so that I felt every glorious inch of him as he impaled me on his cock. Using the lockers at my back to keep me steady, he adjusted the angle of my body with a hand on my ass and the other buried in the back of my hair, wrenching my head back so that he could bite the front of my throat with all the violence surging in his veins.
I cried out, feeling him bottom out inside of me at the same moment his teeth sank into my flesh. I knew there’d be a mark, that he’d claimed me with his brutality.
I loved it.
Clenching around him, I watched as he pulled back from my throat. His eyes met mine, his black with lust and violence and the need to fuck and kill.
He was more animal than man beneath the surface, and it was a crime against humanity that he felt the need to leash that beast. To hide him underneath a suit and false claims of civility, when he’d been born to murder.
He’d been born to own me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, battering into me with hard drives that scraped my back against the vents in the front of the locker. My orgasm hovered just out of reach, waiting for the words he’d trained me to crave more than anything.
Waiting for his command, his order, his ruthless possession to consume me with the filth that sprang free from his lips in the moments when he came unglued.
Unguarded.
Fucking mine.
“I will die inside this fucking cunt, Butterfly,” he growled, yanking my head back as he surged inside me and crashed into me. I locked my ankles around him, holding on for dear life with my nails clawing at his bare shoulders.
He was already marked with the evidence of me all over his body, his back covered in red marks at the places where I’d bled him since the first time he pinned me to our mattress and fucked me so hard I forgot who I was.
Irina Ryan had ceased to exist the moment he touched me.
Scar’s good girl took her place.
“When they finally put me in the godforsaken ground, it will be with my cock covered in your fucking cum,” he said, closing his teeth on the sensitive skin at the side of my neck. He bit down sharply, pinching it until it bruised.
“Paolo,” I moaned, sinking my nails deeper into his flesh. Somebody knocked on the door, but Scar growled and ignored them, fucking me harder.
Taking me faster.
“Are you going to take my cum, like a good little slut for me?” he asked, the term crashing over me and lighting me aflame.
I should have hated it. I should have wanted to stab him in the fucking eye. But God, all I wanted was for him to say it again. To own me and debase me and use me. I’d be his slut until I burned to nothing but ashes if it meant he never stopped.
“Yes,” I gasped. There was nothing I could feel with him that was anything but free. Anything but safe.
“Fucking fly, Butterfly,” he ordered, wrapping his hand around my ass. His fingers spread across it, covering it entirely as the tips approached the part of me he hadn’t yet touched. “Because one day soon, I’m going to fill your ass so full of my cock you can’t sit for a week.”
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, biting my lip, with only the thought of Scar watching his cock disappear inside of me, the thought of my pussy empty and begging for the fingers he’d stuff me full of while he fucked me until I couldn’t breathe.
“And you’ll fucking come with me fucking your ass, just like now,” he growled, shoving balls-deep inside me and grinding himself against my pussy.
I gasped, fluttering around him as I shattered. He kept fucking me, kept driving inside me until I couldn’t breathe and a second orgasm started to build on the tail of the first.
I never got it, Scar staring down at my face as if he could see it coming.
He came, filling me with his release and moving inside of me slowly until he finished. When he’d dropped me to my feet, snuggling into my neck to soothe whatever rough edges he might have given me with his harsh words and treatment, something gleamed in his eyes as he pulled away.
A promise for more to come later.
My ass cheeks clenched in response. He laughed, lightness filling his expression as he leaned down and kissed me softly. Nothing mattered but him. Not the man at the door. Not my stalker. Just Scar and the heart that beat in his chest beneath my palms, because it was mine, and nobody would take that from me.
I’d waded through Hell itself to claim it. To have him be himself with me.
I dropped to my knees in front of him the moment he released me from his kiss, staring up at him as I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock.
“God, your fucking mouth,” he growled, burying a hand in my hair. He pulled me closer, smearing both of us along my lips until I opened and let him thrust inside slowly. “Get it all. That’s my good girl,” he said, the praise sliding over my skin and seeping into my pores.
My pussy throbbed, needing him back inside me like it was my air.
Scar smirked down at me as I dropped a hand between my thighs, smearing his release through me and shoving it back inside. My fingers were wet when I finally finished sucking him clean, rising to my feet and touching a finger to his lips, rubbing our wetness against his mouth. His tongue darted out, licking it off his lips as I slid my finger into my mouth and cleaned that too.
“Dirty girl,” he said with a grin that promised so much more.
“Your dirty girl,” I corrected, raising a brow playfully.
He leaned forward, cupping my cheek and touching his lips to mine. “Always.”