June POV
I walked into the room—mask in place, skin already buzzing with anticipation, thighs pressed tight like they knew exactly what was coming.
The door clicked shut behind .
He was already there.
Bad Wolf.
Leaning against the wall like sin in human form, broad arms crossed, his mask shadowing those dark eyes I could never quite read but always felt in my bones. He was all stillness and tension, like a storm waiting for permission to break.
And break he did.
The mont the lock snapped into place, he moved.
Fast.
Ruthless.
His hand curled around my waist and yanked forward, flush against his chest. Then his mouth was on —no hesitation, no softness, no ti for pleasantries. He kissed like a man unhinged, like I owed him sothing he planned to take.
His mouth was heat and punishnt, lips crushing mine with a hunger so sharp it bordered on fury. Teeth scraped. Tongues clashed. He kissed like he wanted to erase the world—like my mouth was the only absolution he’d ever find.
Fuck.
My hands gripped his shirt, fingers clawing at the fabric, needing more. Wanting all. He growled low in his throat and spun us, pressing hard against the wall, one leg between mine, thigh grinding where I was already soaked.
Every movent scread control—his control. But underneath it, I felt the desperation. The need to feel, to escape, to burn.
God, I didn’t know who he was. But my body didn’t care.
He kissed like pain. Like punishnt. Like I was the only thing standing between him and the edge of a cliff.
And I was so fucking ready to fall with him.
His tongue forced its way in, claiming mine, teeth dragging across my lower lip like punishnt. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was possession. And I gave in instantly.
My back slamd against the door.
His hand ca down hard on my ass, a sharp smack that made gasp into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound with a dark growl. My fingers clawed into his shirt — gripping, needing — as he ground his hips into mine, already hard and thick and pressing into like a warning.
No words. No pretenses.
Just heat.
Violent, dizzying heat.
He pulled back, just an inch, just enough to breathe against my lips.
"You kept waiting."
I opened my mouth to answer, but he didn’t give the chance. His hand slid up to my throat, just enough pressure to make feel it.
"You think I like waiting?" he asked, voice gravel-wrapped and low, as his fingers flexed lightly over my windpipe. "You think I don’t notice when you show up already dripping?"
He dropped his other hand between my legs, cupping through my lace thong — his palm flat, fingers possessive.
"I can sll it on you."
I whimpered.
He growled.
"Take your clothes off."
I moved to obey, trembling fingers fumbling with my dress. He didn’t help. He watched, eyes burning holes through as I peeled off each layer under his scrutiny — mask still on, body bared.
"Leave the heels," he said.
Of course he did.
He walked around slowly, dragging a fingertip over my shoulder blade, down the curve of my spine, across the swell of my ass. Every nerve in my body lit up like fire.
"Face the mirror. Hands on the glass."
The mirror wall glead in front of , full-length and rciless. I moved into position, watching my own reflection — wild hair, flushed cheeks, lace mask still perfectly in place. My thighs pressed together, desperate for friction.
He stepped behind , his body a wall of heat. I could feel the anger rolling off him like thunder.
Rough night?
Good.
I wanted it rough.
"You don’t speak unless I say," he told , his voice like smoke curling down my spine. "You don’t move unless I say."
Then his hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back until my neck arched.
"You understand?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He spanked again — harder.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
My heart stuttered.
He turned back around, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew there’d be bruises. I didn’t care. I wanted them. Proof that I was here. Proof that soone wanted .
Bad Wolf looked at like a man on the edge. And then he shoved down to my knees.
"Open."
I did.
He freed himself, thick, hard, already leaking. He fed himself into my mouth with both hands buried in my hair, holding there, breathing ragged.
"Fucking hell," he hissed. "That mouth."
He started slow, but it didn’t last. His hips snapped forward, and I choked. Tears blurred my vision. He was ruthless. Unrelenting. Angry. And I drank it in. The punishnt. The need. All of it.
I moaned around him.
He pulled out with a pop and yanked up to my feet. Spun again.
He shoved my thighs apart with his boot, then dropped to his knees behind . A mont later, I felt his mouth — hot and unrelenting — on the back of my thigh, then higher. His teeth grazed the curve of my ass before his tongue slid up my folds from behind.
I gasped, hands smacking against the mirror to steady myself as he licked like a man dying of thirst — rough, ssy, possessive.
"Already soaked," he murmured between licks. "Did your little boyfriend leave you like this?"
I whimpered.
He smirked against my skin. "I can sll his failure on you."
He stood abruptly and reached between us. I heard the sound of his belt, the slide of a zipper. Then his cock — thick, hard, unforgiving — pressed between my legs.
No warning.
He shoved in.
I scread — loud, feral — both pain and pleasure searing through as he filled completely. One hand gripped my hip, the other tangled in my hair again, pulling back until my spine arched like a bow.
He started moving. Rough. Fast. His hips slapping my ass as he pounded into like he was trying to fuck the rage out of himself.
He fucked like he hated .
Like every thrust was an exorcism.
I stared into the mirror, watching him take , watching us, my face flushed, mouth open in moans I couldn’t swallow.
"That’s it," he grunted. "Take it. Take all of it."
I did.
Every inch.
Every punishing thrust.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room. His cock pistoned into with relentless force, and I shattered — over and over — eyes rolling back, nails scraping down the mirror.
He spanked . Once. Twice. Again. I cried out, arching into him, desperate for more.
And still he didn’t stop.
"You’re mine when you’re in here," he growled against my neck, teeth sinking into my shoulder hard enough to bruise. "You don’t walk out of this room with anyone else’s cock in you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I panted.
He pulled out.
I almost sobbed.
But he spun around and lifted , slamming my back against the mirror. I wrapped my legs around him instinctively, and he thrust back in, this ti with a groan so guttural it made my toes curl.
He slamd into . Over and over. My body rocked, my orgasm building fast.
Pinned my wrists above my head. Drove back into , deep and brutal. His mask inches from mine.
He kissed again — brutal, devouring.
Then his hand ca between us, fingers rubbing my clit in hard circles as he fucked into the mirror like it owed him sothing.
"You want to co again?" he rasped.
"Yes, please—"
"You co when I say."
His fingers stopped.
I almost cried.
But then he dropped onto the padded bench and flipped onto my back, pushing my knees to my chest. He entered again, deeper this ti, his hips slamming against mine in a ruthless rhythm.
I was gone.
Utterly destroyed.
And he knew it.
"Look at ," he ordered.
I did.
His eyes — behind the mask — locked on mine. Dark. Hungry.
"Now co."
I exploded.
My entire body convulsed, toes curling, throat raw from screaming. He fucked through it, harder, faster, until he roared and spilled inside , grinding deep and burying himself with one final thrust that left gasping.
Silence fell.
I was limp.
Boneless.
Wrecked.
He didn’t speak for a while. Just stroked my thighs slowly, tracing the marks he left like a signature. Then he leaned down and kissed again — not as rough this ti. Still firm. Still his.
Then he whispered:
"Don’t let him touch you again."
And just like that, he was gone.
I lay there on the bench, trembling, covered in sweat and slick and bruises, staring up at the ceiling.
My mask was still on.
But everything else had been stripped bare.
I have fucked Bad Wolf for many tis but this ti, It was like it was him and the sa ti not him. But Fuck I needed every fucking second of it.
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