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“Good girl.” He growls, then rips his mask off his face and puts it over my head to cover mine. “They don’t get to see your face when I fuck you.” Axl places his hands on my shoulders and spins me around. “Grip the back of the chair and bend over for me.”

I do as I’m told and grip the smooth leather, leaning forward and arching my back. His mask is warm against my face, and the red glow cuts across my vision. I try to tune out the roar of the crowd.

He shoves my dress over my hips. His hand slides up the inside of my thigh, and his fingers move inside my thong. “You’re soaked, little heathen.”

Two fingers drag through my slit, and I grip the chair harder. He pushes them inside me and I whimper. My body instinctively moves to fuck them. His other hand grabs my hip and holds me still.

Axl shifts so his mouth is close to my ear with his chest pressed against my back. “They don’t get to watch you come, masked or not.”

He pulls his fingers out of me, and I hear his zipper. Then my thong is pulled to the side, and I feel the head of his dick at my opening. “Do not fucking come. Don’t make a single sound.”

Axl grabs my hip with one hand and wraps the other around my throat. He enters me in one slow thrust. I bite my tongue to keep from crying out from the size of him and how good he feels. The piercings make everything even more intense, and my legs almost give out.

“Fuck.” He’s practically growling behind me as he starts fucking me. “I can’t wait to play with you.”

He pulls back and slams into me again. And again. His pace is hard and fast, and he isn’t being gentle. I don’t want him to be. If these bastards want to see that Axl Kade Hollister owns me, well now they fucking know.

He grips my throat tighter, slightly cutting off my air, and fucks me hard. “That’s it, little heathen. Take this dick like a good girl.”

I grip the chair, and my arms shake. The piercings drag on every stroke. Keeping quiet is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. My teeth are clamped on the inside of my cheek, and I taste blood. Every thrust pushes me forward into the chair.

His hips slam against me from behind, and then he buries himself deep and holds me there. I feel him come inside me as he pulls me back by my throat, pinning me against his chest.

He stays inside me for a few seconds, kissing the bite mark he left on my shoulder last night. Then he pulls out and fixes my thong back into place. He tugs my dress down over my hips, covering me again. His cum is already soaking through the thin fabric, and I press my thighs together wanting more.

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, walking off the platform and not stopping to speak to anyone.

My pulse is still pounding as his cum coats my thighs. I officially belong to him. I’m his. This is going to be one hell of a fucking year.

CHAPTER 17

AXL

My dick throbs from my newest piercing, but it won’t stop me from fucking my girl. All I can think about is how tight her cunt is and how I finally get to do whatever I want to her.

I carry her over my shoulder through the main corridor of the mansion. My cum is dripping onto my fingers where I grip her thigh, and it makes my cock so fucking hard. If I didn’t care about others seeing what’s mine, I’d fuck her again against the wall.

Crew rounds the corner with his Dove following behind him. He’s got his mask pushed up on his forehead, and he’s grinning. “Going to join us in the gathering room for another show, brother?”

“Fuck off, Crew.” I don’t slow down. He knows better than that. He might get off on the rest of the house watching, but I don’t want or need a fucking audience when I use my good girl.

The girl lifts her head, and her eyes find mine as we pass. She licks her lips like that’s going to do anything for me. I glare at her and keep walking toward my room, holding onto Saylor.

Saylor smacks my back. “That bitch just eye-fucked the shit out of you.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” I squeeze her thigh. “Save that fight for what I have planned, little heathen. You’re going to need it.”

I put in the code to my room and then enter, kicking the door closed behind us. Fuck, I finally have her to myself. Years of plotting and imagining all the fucked-up things I’m going to do to test her sexy little body, and it’s finally here.

I pull her off my shoulder and set her on her feet in front of me. We’re both a fucking mess. Her white dress is ripped and covered in dirt and blood. So is her skin, and she has cuts on her feet. I can see the dark bruise forming under her left eye, and I need to kill that fuck all over again.

The only one allowed to bruise my girl is me. Because when I hurt her, I’m also going to make her enjoy it. When she cries for me, it’s because I’ve pushed her body in ways she didn’t know were possible. And then I’ll reward her for it.

She’s standing in my room, looking up at me with those big green eyes, and there isn’t a hint of fear in them.

Fuck, I can’t wait to ruin this girl.

I cup her face with my hand. “We’re going to shower first, because once I start playing with my new toy, I won’t stop.”