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I would die first.
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The disco we find is full of people, with a line outside, but a few 10,000 Hungarian fornit banknotes got us right in. From our table where I’m drinking a Scotch, I watch as she chats with a girl about her age about her podcast. They posed for several selfies, and now, I’m watching as she makes her way back over to me after stopping at the bar. She has a drink in hand. The black dress she has on is a different one than the one she had on earlier. A man steps in front of her, but she’s having none of it as she sidesteps him. The man grabs her arm, but she shakes him off and yells at him in German. I am out of my seat, taking her by the hand and dragging her off. It’s my fault; I shouldn’t have left her alone, but I’m seeing red as I pull her into an empty hallway. I push her up against a wall, my body crowding her, my hand around her throat.
“What the fuck was that?” I growl.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Didn’t you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks, fire lighting up her blue eyes.”
“Looking like that, you drive men insane.”
“I don’t drive men insane. I never have.”
“Bullshit,” I say, squeezing her throat just a little.
“I just drive you insane, Magnus.”
“Fuck,” I groan, dropping my head to hers. I kiss her brutally, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, grinding my hard cock into her.
“You love it, don’t you?” she asks, biting my ear lobe. “You’ve bought and bedded me. I’m…”
“You belong to me now, frilla,” I begin, cutting her off. “You will never know another man’s touch, his scent, or his cock. If another man even so much as looks at you again, I won’t hesitate to kill him. Don’t tempt me, Alice. I’m the one mad matter you can’t control.” She’s the one fucking person who does control me, but she doesn’t need to know that. I ought to spank her fucking delicious ass for the smirk she’s giving me.
“I don’t want anyone else to touch me,” she says, running her hands up and down my back.
“Good, but you should know what I do.”
“What do you do?”
“I run a large crime syndicate from my home in Alaska.” Her hands stop moving, and she just stares at me.
“Really?”
“Yes.” She doesn’t say anything for a long time, and just when I think she’s going to leave me, she smiles again.
“That’s hot,” she says, pulling me close to her. “You’d kill for me?” she asks in between kisses.
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “Who needs to die?”
“Hmmm…”
“Tell me, baby.”
“No one, but I’m ready to go home,” she whines. My hand travels up her thigh on its own accord. She’s not wearing any fucking panties, and her pussy is dripping. I look around the hallway for somewhere, anywhere, with privacy.
The small VIP room gets my attention. It’s currently dark, so I move over to it. It’s unlocked. Pushing the door, I drag her inside, shutting and locking it behind us.
There’s a couch and a stage in the room, and that’s it. Interesting setup. I move us to the couch. I bend her over the arm of it.
“Magnus, what are we doing?” I don’t answer her; instead, I drop to my knees behind her and eat her already-wet pussy from behind. I move from her pussy to her ass and back.
“I’m going to own this hole too, baby.”
“It’s yours,” she moans. Her trust in me humbles me.
