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The smile on her lips was as fake as tomorrow’s news. “Yeah.”

After closing the door, I lit a cigarette. Tanit probably hated me now, but at least I had a clear conscience by being straight with her from the start. It was her own fault if she invested more into our little fuck-fest than she should have.

Once I realized that there was a chance I could have the one woman I’d wanted for so long, I never once gave Tanit the sign that she was welcome in my bed. The prospect of having Alyx occupied every corner of my mind, and my dick ached just for her. God, I wondered what it would feel like to have her tiny body beneath me, all innocent and inexperienced. An untouched body. A tight, intact pussy. All mine. Only mine.

Just thinking about it made my cock hard.

I unzipped my pants, pulling out my dick and gripping it tight.

Alyx didn’t have big breasts, but they were perfect for her body. How would she react if I teased them with my fingertips, licked her tiny nipples with my tongue? Would she moan? Whimper and writhe on the sheets while my touch traveled down south, gently slipping a finger though her slit? Would I find her wet, needy, her pussy begging to suck me inside her?

I turned, pressing my arm against the door and leaning my head into the crook of my elbow. My hand moved, pumping my cock.

I imagined her legs all wide and spread-eagled just for me. It would be easy for her to bend and buck in any way I wanted her. That body of hers was supple, flexible, and there was no limit to how I’d be able to fuck her.

Harder. Faster. I jerked my dick, gripping tight, thinking about breaking through the barrier of her virginity. She’d cry out in pain as I entered her for the first time. There was no way her tiny body would be able to take me without feeling like it was being torn apart. At least, the first time. But her pain would result in my ultimate pleasure, her walls still firm and unyielding, wrapping around my dick and squeezing it.

Fuck.

I touched the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum around it before pumping faster. My spine was already starting to tingle as pleasure slowly spread through my rigid body. Fucking Alyx would be like nothing I had ever experienced, but everything I’d ever fantasized about…and more.

I would stare down at her, entering her, and her body would be stiff, anxious. Her blue eyes would shut as she cried out the second I tore through the piece of skin that was kept pure and unbroken just for me. But once that barrier had been broken, my cock buried deep inside her body, her pain would be replaced by the kind of pleasure only I had ever given her.

I’d brush my hand against her inner thigh and push her leg open. Wider. Letting me slip in deeper. For her, there would be more pain, then more pleasure.

For me, it would just be pleasure.

My slow, steady pace would quicken, my body urging me to move faster. Harder. Her face would be contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure while I went from taking her virginity to fucking her like I owned her.

I’d know when she was close. Her body would tremble, her lips would quiver. And her moans would become louder. Until finally…she would come around my cock, milking an orgasm out of me as well.

My balls retracted, and my body erupted as I came with my hand around my cock, shooting the ribbons of cum against my motherfucking front door.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, my legs shaking beneath me. But I wasn’t satisfied. Not even close. In fact, jerking my own cock and coming while thinking of Alyx only made me want her more.

In a fit of rage mixed with frustration, I slammed my fist against the door. How long would I have to wait before I could take what was mine? I wanted to wait until she was ready, but what if she would never be ready? I’d seen the way she looked at me with equal parts lust and fear. What if the fear smothered her desire for me, her lust to be consumed by me? Then I’d wait forever, and she still wouldn’t be ready.

“Fuck!”

My fist was about to become one with my front door yet again when my phone rang. Another f-bomb dropped from my mouth as I walked over to the table, grabbing my phone.

“What?”

“We found two Python scouts.” Dutch sounded pissed.

“Where?”

I heard him take a breath.

“Dutch. Where?”

“Outside, at the back. They were trying to get in when Manic spotted them on the security cameras.”

“Motherfuckers! Take them to the garage.” I hung up. It was no longer blood swooshing through my veins, it was lava burning through bone. Fuckers crossed the line by coming here, by trying to get inside. Slither was reaching. Man was desperate because he knew he didn’t have much time until the entire fucking police force came after him for kidnapping the PC’s daughter.

Slipping on my cut, I grabbed my gun and knives. It took me fifteen seconds to rush out of my room, down the stairs, and across the courtyard. Usually, I had to focus on gaining control, work on not losing my shit whenever it came to the Pythons. But not tonight. Tonight, I was giving my rage the reins, letting it lead. Coming here to our home, trying to spy on us, was a new low for them, and there was only one way to deal with this bullshit.

The door leading to the garage slammed against the wall as I rammed it open. “Where are these fuckers?”