Page 30 of No Mercy In Red

“Connor?” She asked again, quieter now, uncertainty creeping into her voice. She slowly closed the door behind her, hesitating because she could sense the danger lurking in the darkness of her apartment. Clever girl.

“Where the fuck have you been, Maxine?” My voice was cold, sharper than I’d intended, echoing around us, cutting through the atmosphere like a blade.

She froze, eyes widening, the rise and fall of her chest deepening with every breath. She was fucking scared; I wanted her scared. She deserved to feel every ounce of my torment.

“I—I was away… with Lara,” she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. “We took a quick trip—”

“You disappeared for days,” I growled, my voice almost guttural, as I slowly rose from the sofa with the bottle in my hand, making sure she felt every fucking inch of my height, every ounce of my presence. “No warning, no way to reach you. Do you have any idea the hell you’ve put me through?”

She took a small, but deliberate step backward towards the door, her eyes tracing over my face, my hands. “What happened to you?” Her movements were cautious, like a cornered animal trying not to provoke the beast that hunted it. She backed up further, her hand gripping the edge of the door frame for support. I finally took a step toward her, savouring the rush of dominance as her breath caught.

“Why didn’t you show up Friday night?” I demanded, voice raw with barely controlled fury. “Were you too busy having fun at the lake without me?”

“What? How did you—” she faltered, eyes darting nervously toward the door handle as if gauging whether she could get it open before I could stop her. Her confusion was clear – how the fuck could I know that?

“You think you can just fuck with my head and leave?” My voice rose dangerously, my chest heaving, anger boiling to the surface. “Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences, Max?”

She suddenly moved, twisting the door handle and throwing the door open, but I was faster. I dropped the bottle, hearing it crash on the floor behind me as I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back into me. Quickly turning her around, I slammed her back against the door, forcing it closed again, the force making her breath whoosh from her. My palm slammed hard against the wood beside her head, rattling the doorframe and boxing her in. I glared down at her, my pulse raging.

“You’re not going anywhere.” I hissed into her ear, my body pressed against hers, feeling her stiffen beneath me.

“Connor, please…” she whispered, lifting her head slowly to meet my gaze, her eyes wide but defiant.

My hand seized her jaw roughly, forcing her to look directly into my eyes, forcing her to witness my torment. “Did you let anyone else touch you, Maxine? Did you let someone else fuck you whilst you left me behind to lose my goddamn mind?”

“What?”

I lowered my grip to her throat, pressing down, using my other hand to pull the back of her hair so she kept her eyes on me. “Answer me, Maxine. Did someone else fucking touch you?”

She swallowed visibly, but her voice was steady, strong. “And if they did?” She asked, testing me, testing my patience.

The minimal amount of control I was holding onto snapped. The thought of someone else’s hands on her, someone else making her moan, tremble – it was unbearable. My hands were on her wrists in seconds, gripping them tightly, pinning them above her head. She gasped, her eyes wide, but the fear slowly melted for something else. Excitement. Lust. Fuck, this woman was my undoing.

I growled, lowering my mouth to her ear “You are mine, Max. Do you fucking understand?” My voice was barely a whisper, my control utterly gone. “Only mine.”

She swallowed hard, raising her mouth to my ear, “Prove it.”

I didn’t hesitate, my mouth crashing into hers with punishing force. Her gasp of surprise was lost against my lips as I lifted her roughly, slamming her back against the door. She pulled herself up onto me, her legs wrapped instinctively around my waist, as her nails dug sharply into my shoulders, fuelling the fire that threatened to consume us both. She moaned desperately into my mouth, her body pushing away from mine slightly so she could claw at my shirt recklessly, pulling it over my head asshe dragged her fingers down my throat, my chest, my stomach. I placed her down, ripping her T-shirt away from her body without a second thought, fabric ripped and scattered until nothing separated us.

“Usually,” I growled between punishing kisses, biting sharply along her throat, marking her perfect skin, “I like to be the one that gets broken. But you – you’ve made me want to fucking ruin you instead.”

Her eyes flared with dark excitement, her breath hitching as I forced her down onto the sofa. I trailed my eyes from her pretty painted toes, red of course, to her perfect pussy, her stomach, her curvy hips. Her incredible breasts, with her hardened nipples that sat perfectly, bouncing slightly with her heavy breathing. I groaned deeply. Her body was mine to punish, mine to worship, mine to possess. I took her with relentless urgency, thrust after punishing thrust, each movement driven by the need to violently claim every inch of her, to eradicate the idea of another man ever having her.

“Connor,” she moaned, a desperate, broken mess beneath me. “Please– please don’t stop.”

“Beg louder,” I growled, my grip bruising, my pace brutal. “Beg me, Max. Beg me to claim you so no one else ever dares touch you again.”

And she did, her cries echoing around us, driving me deeper and deeper into insanity. By the time we both shattered, trembling, spent, gasping for air, there was no going back. I collapsed against her, breath ragged. She looked at me, utterly exhausted, but I wasn’t done yet. I needed her to feel how much pain she had put me through.

“Up.” I growled, standing before her.

She slowly raised from the couch, her exhaustion clear, but I didn’t care. I picked her up, biting her lip as I walked us both toward the bedroom. She whimpered as I bit down harder before placing her on her feet.

“This is going to hurt, sweetheart. The safe word is Fox, but be a good girl and try not to use it.”

She nodded once before I turned her around, forcing her face down onto the bed and kicking her ankles apart so she stood before me face down with her pretty little ass in the air.

“Any belts in here, princess?”

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