CHAPTER 4

His fingers tightened around my leaking cock, stroking once, slow, torturous, squeezing the head until pre-cum oozed over his knuckles. I whimpered, ass clenching around his buried shaft, desperate for the brutal rhythm he'd halted but Magnus yanked his hand away, fisting my hair instead. 'Up,' he growled, hauling me off the couch in one fluid, ruthless pull.

My body obeyed before my mind caught up, legs shaky, hole stuffed full with his throbbing girth. He spun me, cock dragging sparks inside me, and slammed me chest-first against the cold glass wall. The city lights blurred beyond, a distant world indifferent to my ruin. Frosty pane shocked my nipples hard, my cheek pressed flat, breath fogging the surface in ragged bursts. His hips pinned me there, dick buried to the hilt, balls mashed against my ass. No escape, no mercy just his heat searing my back, scars rasping raw skin.

'Look at them out there,' he rasped, lips brushing my ear, one hand slamming beside my head on the glass. 'Living free while you beg like a whore.' His hips ground forward, merciless circles that churned his cock deep in my guts, stretching my rim wide around his base. The pressure hit my prostate dead-on, forcing a choked moan from my throat. Pain from his earlier bites throbbed in sync, blood crusting my collarbone and shoulder, reminders of his claims. I stared at the skyline, reflection ghosting our forms,,me gaunt and broken, him towering, owning every inch.

His free hand clamped my hip, nails digging crescents into flesh, holding me impaled as he rolled his hips harder. Wet squelches echoed, my ass slurping greedily around him, lube from sweat and pre-cum slicking the invasion. Emotional haze crashed over me, desperation for the drug twisted with this filthy need, his scars grinding into my spine like shared secrets. Who'd marked him like that? The jealousy burned hotter than the stretch, fueling my submission. I was his now, body and soul bartered for my father-in-law's life.

Teeth sank into my shoulder, fierce, savage, piercing skin with a wet crunch. I screamed, the sound muffled against glass, blood trickling hot down my back. He sucked hard, tongue lapping the copper flow, biting deeper than before, muscle tearing under pressure. 'Mine,' he snarled around the wound, voice vibrating through bone. Pain exploded, white-hot agony blending with the grind of his cock, pleasure spiking vicious. My knees buckled, but he held me up, impaling me harder, hips snapping short, brutal jabs that rattled my teeth.

His hands roamed then, claiming every exposed inch. Rough palms slid up my sides, squeezing ribs until I gasped, his thumbs pinching my nipples raw, twisting, pulling until they swelled purple. Then he went down to my ass, spreading the cheeks wider, fingers bruising the globes as he watched his cock disappear inside me. 'Feel that ownership, Finn? Your hole's molded to my dick.' One hand snaked around, fisting my balls, tugging heavy sacs until tears blurred the city lights. The other gripped my throat from behind, squeezing veins, breath hitching in my chest. That is absolute control , my pulse thundering under his fingers.

I gasped, overwhelmed, body a live wire of ache and fire. 'Magnus... fuck...' The plea slipped out, wrecked and needy, ass clenching to pull him deeper. His power drowned me , cold threats laced with heat, scars pressing like brands matching mine. Past nights flashed: my teeth on his collarbone, playful then, possessive now reversed. He owned me utterly, and the realization cracked something deep, submission flooding sweet and total. I ached for more brutality, to lose myself completely in his savage dominance, family be damned in this moment.

He laughed low, dark, teeth releasing my shoulder only to nip the nape of my neck, drawing fresh pinpricks of blood. 'Begging already? Pathetic.' Hips pistoned faster, slamming me into glass, thud, thud, cock punching my prostate relentlessly. My dick slapped the pane, untouched, leaking strings of pre-cum down the cold surface. His hand on my balls squeezed tighter, rolling them rough, threatening rupture, while the one on my throat choked off air just enough to haze edges black.

'You're dripping for it, slut. Ass milking me like it was born for my cock.' His voice dripped venom and lust, breath hot on my bitten skin. Scars dragged fire across my back with each thrust, sweat mingling with blood, slicking us together. Emotional storm raged, guilt for my wife flickered, drowned by ecstasy, the drug promise dangling like a chain. His bites marked me forever, power play sealing the deal. I bucked back, chasing the ruin, hole fluttering around his swelling shaft.

Fingers dug into my hip again, bruising bone, as he ground deep, holding, stretching me obscenely. 'Say it louder. Who owns this ass?' Pain-pleasure coiled tight in my gut, orgasm building without mercy, body trembling against glass.

'Yours... all yours,' I choked, vision spotting, lost in the overwhelm. His grip tightened, hips teasing a withdrawal, just the head popping free, rim gaping before slamming home balls-deep. The threat hung: more torment, more claims, the night far from over.