♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,024
He doesn’t admit it—not outright, anyway—but the realization slams into him like a truck. A slow, consuming fire crawling down his spine, eating away at every last semblance of restraint.
He doesn’t share.
Not his territory. Not his possessions. And certainly, not you.
You, who didn’t even flinch when that drunk idiot dared to touch your waist, to lean in and breathe the same air meant for him. You, who didn’t push the bastard away. You, who sat there like a doll, hollow-eyed, detached, as if you weren’t his.
Not just his.
Owned.
He watches the scene unfold with a creeping, suffocating silence until he sees red. Then he moves.
You don’t resist when he grabs your wrist. Don’t stumble when he yanks you up from your seat and pulls you out of the bar, eyes locked ahead like you already knew this was going to happen. Like this was inevitable.
It makes him more furious.
The cold air bites, but his grip is fire. He drags you into a dark alley behind the building, and the second you’re out of sight, he slams you back against the wall. Brick scrapes your spine. His hand doesn’t leave your wrist.
“Fuck’s your problem?” His voice is low, guttural—dangerous. There’s something entirely unhinged about it, something feral, like he’s barely leashed.
You blink up at him. That same blank look you always wear. Eyes like dead glass. Mouth set in a soft, neutral line. Not even startled. Not even afraid.
It snaps something in him.
“You really think I’d let some worthless piece of shit breathe on you?” he spits. He shoves a thick thigh between your legs, spreading them wide. His towering frame eclipses the dim light, the heat from his body crashing into yours like a wave.
Still, you say nothing.
Always so quiet.
Always so obedient.
Always so fucking blank.
“Gimme your phone,” he growls.
Your head tilts. “Why?”
He grins. A flash of teeth. Sharp, mean.
“Because I’m deleting that bastard’s number.”
You don’t argue. Just pull it out, place it in his hand like it means nothing. Like he means nothing. Like you could give your entire world away and it wouldn’t even register.
His jaw tenses.
The flame of rage flares into something monstrous.
“You piss me off,” he mutters, pocketing your phone. His fingers wrap around your jaw, squeezing just enough to bruise. “You’re just a dumb little bitch, huh? All pretty and empty. Anyone could fuck you and you wouldn’t even notice.”
Still, your eyes stay vacant. Still, your mouth doesn’t move. But your breathing shifts. Just a little. Your pupils dilate.
He sees it.
“Yeah,” he breathes, voice dark with satisfaction. “That’s right. You get wet from this, don’t you? From me manhandling you like the stupid fucktoy you are.”
His hand moves between your legs. Presses. Hard.
Your skirt’s so thin it might as well not be there. He grinds his palm against your cunt until your hips twitch, until your thighs flex, until the wetness seeps through the fabric and coats his hand.
“Fuck. You are dripping,” he laughs. “You’re disgusting. You know that? Fucking pathetic.”
You make a small sound, barely audible.
It makes him harder.
“No foreplay tonight,” he growls. “Don’t deserve it.”
He shoves you around, flips you over like a ragdoll. Your hands scrape the wall as he forces your legs further apart. You brace yourself. You always do.
He doesn’t undress you properly. Just yanks up your skirt, rips your underwear down, lets them dangle around your thighs. His belt comes off with a sharp snap. Zipper undone. His cock already rock hard, pressed against your entrance.
He doesn’t wait.
He thrusts in.
You cry out, body jolting. Nails scraping the wall as he pushes deeper, stretching you open in one brutal stroke.
“Yeah. That’s right,” he pants, grinding in until he’s buried to the hilt. “Take it. That’s all you’re good for, right? Just a wet hole for me to use.”
You’re shaking. You can feel him everywhere. He’s not just inside you, he’s invading you—owning you in the most carnal, degrading way possible.
He wraps a hand around your throat, pulls you back so your body arches against him.
“You ever let him touch you like this?” he whispers in your ear. “You let that little fucker feel you inside?”
You shake your head.
“Didn’t think so.”
He thrusts again. Harder.
“You’re mine,” he hisses. “You hear me? Mine. My stupid little toy. No thoughts in that empty head. Just this. Just cock.”
Each word is punctuated with a thrust. Each thrust knocks the breath out of your lungs.
“God, I should tattoo it on your fucking forehead. Property of Me. That way no one gets the wrong idea.”
Your knees buckle. He holds you up with ease, rutting into you like a man possessed.
You feel like you’re going to break.
You want to break.
He knows it.
“You like this, don’t you?” he sneers. “Being used like a cumrag in some filthy alley. I bet you fantasize about it. Being treated like a slut. Being filled up and left leaking. Fuck, you’re disgusting.”
You moan, soft and choked.
He laughs, deep and cruel.
“Of course you do. You’re nothing but a dumb, wet cunt. Say it.”
“I’m… a dumb, wet cunt,” you whisper.
“Louder.”
“I’m a dumb, wet cunt!”
“Fuck yes you are,” he snarls.
His pace grows erratic. The slap of skin on skin echoing down the alleyway. Your gasps and whimpers swallowed by the cold, open dark.
Then he freezes. Deep, deep inside you. Grinding. Filling.
You feel it. Hot. Sticky. Claiming.
He stays there for a long moment. Breathing hard.
Then he pulls out slowly, watching the mess spill down your thighs.
He zips himself up, then grabs your chin again, forcing you to look at him. His eyes gleam with that wild, obsessive light.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he says. “Not now. Not ever. No one else gets you. You understand?”
You nod.
It doesn’t matter what you want.
You were his the second he saw you.
Now, there’s no turning back.
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