As the car's engine finally hummed to a stop outside our sprawling mansion, the world outside the tinted windows came rushing back in a disorienting blur—streetlights flickering like distant stars, the cool night air seeping in as the driver opened the door. Rumi was still slumped against me, her body limp and trembling from the aftershocks of her release, her thighs slick with the mess we'd made, and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, mixing with the musky scent of her cum that filled the confined space. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, straining for more, but I forced myself to pull back just enough to assess her, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over the red, swollen folds of her pussy, still pulsing from the slaps I'd delivered. "Look at you, fucking wrecked already," I muttered, my voice low and gravelly, laced with that sadistic edge that never quite left me. I couldn't resist giving her clit one last pinch, feeling it throb under my thumb, before I reached for her pants, yanking them back up her legs with a rough tug. Her thighs were shaking so badly she could barely stand, and I smirked at the sight, wrapping an arm around her waist to haul her out of the car. "Pathetic little thing, can't even walk after I finger-fucked you. Guess I'll have to carry your sorry ass inside."

I lifted her effortlessly, her body molding to mine as I cradled her against my chest, her sangria-red hair spilling over my arm like a bloody veil. The mansion loomed ahead, its grand facade a silent witness to our twisted games, and I kicked the door open with my foot, not bothering with the lock—nothing in this world could keep me out, just like nothing could take her from me. Her weight in my arms was intoxicating, a reminder of how fragile she was compared to my unbreakable strength, and I could feel her heartbeat hammering against my chest, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps as I strode through the foyer and up the stairs. "You're lucky I don't just fuck you right here on the stairs, let the servants see what a needy slut you are," I growled into her ear, my lips brushing the shell of it, tasting the salt of her sweat. By the time we reached our bedroom, her thighs were still quivering, a fresh trickle of her juices seeping through the fabric I'd hastily pulled over her, and I dropped her onto the massive bed with a thud, watching her bounce slightly on the silk sheets. She looked up at me with those lilac-silver eyes, wide and hazy, and it only fueled the fire in my gut—god, I wanted to break her even more.

Without a word, I turned and headed to the bathroom, my mind already racing with what came next, the need to dominate her every inch of her body clawing at me like a curse I couldn't exorcise. The room was a temple of excess, all marble and gold fixtures, and I set everything up with deliberate precision: turning on the shower to a scalding heat, the steam billowing out like fog from a nightmare, adjusting the multiple heads to rain down from every angle. I grabbed a few towels, laid out some oils I'd stashed for moments like this—scented with that floral shit she liked, though I didn't give a fuck about it—and made sure the floor was clear for what I had planned. My cock was still rock-hard, pre-cum leaking through my pants, and I palmed it roughly as I thought about her body under that water, imagining the way her skin would glisten, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. When I returned to the bedroom, she was still sprawled on the bed, looking like a fucked-out doll, and I scooped her up again, carrying her to the bathroom with her legs dangling limply. "Time to clean you up, you filthy whore," I snarled, placing her directly under the shower stream, the water hitting her like a torrent, soaking through her clothes in an instant.

Her outfit clung to her curves, the fabric turning transparent as it molded to her tits and ass, and I couldn't wait another second—I ripped her pants off completely, the wet material tearing with a satisfying rip, then went for her top, yanking it over her head until she was left in that maroon lingerie, the lace hugging her body like a second skin. Fuck, she looked incredible, her thighs still trembling, water cascading down her sangria-red hair and tracing rivulets over her swollen pussy lips. I stripped off my own clothes with her clumsy help, her fingers fumbling at my buttons as I shrugged out of my shirt and shoved down my pants, my cock springing free, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum. The sight of her in that lingerie snapped something inside me, and I lunged, my hand wrapping around her neck with a possessive grip, pinning her against the tiled wall as the water pounded down on us. "Look at you, dressed like a slut in this," I hissed, my eyes locked on hers, feeling her pulse race under my fingers. I crashed my lips against hers, our tongues warring in a brutal kiss, teeth clashing as I tasted the salt of her tears mixed with the water, my free hand roaming down to her panties.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband and yanked them up hard, the fabric digging into her slit, pulling it tight against her clit and making her whimper into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me like a drug. "Who the fuck is this for, huh? That scrap of lace hugging your cunt—who's it for?" I demanded, pulling harder, feeling the material rub roughly over her sensitive flesh, her hips bucking involuntarily as I ground it against her. She gasped out that it was for me, her voice breaking, but I just laughed, a dark, mocking sound that echoed off the walls. "For me? Or were you thinking about that dead bastard Suguru while you put it on? Oh, wait, that's right—I fucking killed him." The words spilled out like venom, and I tugged the panties even higher, the fabric stretching to its limit before it snapped with a sharp crack, the elastic whipping across her slit and making her cry out in pain, her body twitching against mine. She hugged me tightly, her weight sagging into me as she looked up with those wide, watery eyes, and I lost it completely, lifting her up so her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock sliding between her dripping folds as I thrust into her pussy with one brutal motion.

The water rained down, mixing with our sweat and her juices as I pounded into her, her tight cunt gripping me like a vice, stretching around my thick shaft with every deep, forceful thrust. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight, sucking me in like you were made for this," I groaned against her lips, alternating between kissing her fiercely, our tongues tangling in a sloppy mess, and attacking her neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks that would bruise for days. Her walls clenched around me, hot and slick, every inch of me buried inside her, the head of my cock hitting that sweet spot deep within, making her moan and whimper with each punishing stroke. I didn't hold back, my hips slamming into hers rhythmically, the wet slaps of our bodies echoing in the steam-filled room, her tits bouncing against my chest as I degraded her with every breath. "You're nothing but a pathetic cum-dump, aren't you? Taking my cock like the worthless slut you are, dripping all over me after I just wrecked your pussy in the car." Her body shook in my arms, her legs tightening around me as I fucked her harder, feeling her inner muscles spasm, the sensation driving me wild as I whispered filthy promises in her ear, my voice raw and unhinged. "I'm gonna fill you up until you're overflowing, make you remember who owns this tight little cunt—every fucking inch of you is mine."

By the time I felt my release building, her body was a quivering mess against me, her pussy clenching erratically around my cock as I thrust deeper, the water washing away the sweat but not the intensity of our connection. I pulled back from her neck, watching her face contort with pleasure and pain, her moans turning into desperate screams as I picked up the pace, my balls slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. "That's it, scream for me, you filthy bitch—let me hear how much you love being fucked raw," I taunted, my hands gripping her hips to angle her just right, driving my cock in at a merciless rhythm that had her inner walls fluttering wildly. The buildup was excruciating, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure through me, her wetness coating us both, and when I finally came, it was with a guttural roar, my cock pulsing as I emptied inside her, hot ropes of cum flooding her pussy and leaking out around my shaft. She went limp in my arms, shaking and pliant, her breaths ragged against my skin, but I didn't stop, grinding into her a few more times to milk every last drop, the sadistic thrill still coursing through me as I held her there, our bodies entangled under the relentless shower.

As I held her there, our bodies entangled under the relentless shower, the hot water continued to cascade over us like a punishing storm, washing away the sweat and cum but doing nothing to quench the fire still raging in my veins. Her pussy clenched sporadically around my softening cock, those tight, velvety walls milking the last few drops from me with greedy little spasms, her inner muscles twitching as if begging for more even as she hung limp in my arms, her breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps that brushed against my neck like a desperate plea. I ground my hips against her one final time, feeling the slick mess of our combined fluids—her juices and my thick, sticky cum—dripping down her thighs and swirling into the drain, the scent of it all raw and primal in the steamy air, a heady mix of salt and musk that made my head spin. Her lilac-silver eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with exhaustion and the afterglow of her own release, her sangria-red hair plastered to her face in wet strands, and I couldn't help but smirk at how utterly wrecked she looked, her body still trembling from the force of my thrusts, her swollen clit peeking out from her puffy folds like a sore, overstimulated nub.

I finally pulled out of her with a wet, sucking sound that echoed off the tiled walls, my cock sliding free with a trail of cum leaking from her stretched entrance, the head of it throbbing with residual sensitivity as I lowered her feet to the shower floor. She wobbled on unsteady legs, her knees buckling slightly, and I wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her upright, my free hand trailing down to cup her sore pussy, feeling the heat and the slickness still coating her lips. "Fuck, you're a mess," I muttered, my voice husky and laced with that dark satisfaction, my fingers dipping just inside her entrance to scoop out some of the overflow, smearing it across her thigh before the water rinsed it away. The shower's spray beat down on us, but I could still taste the salt of her skin on my lips, the faint metallic tang of blood from where I'd bitten her neck, and it only fueled the possessive hunger gnawing at me. I reached up to turn off the water, the sudden silence amplifying the sound of our heavy breathing, and stepped out first, grabbing a towel to roughly pat myself dry, my eyes never leaving her as she leaned against the wall, her tits heaving with each breath, nipples still hard from the chill that followed the heat.

Wrapping the towel around my waist, I grabbed another one and pulled her out of the shower, her body pliant and unresisting in my grip, like a ragdoll I'd fucked into submission. I sat her on the edge of the vanity, her ass barely perched on the cool marble, and began drying her off with deliberate, lingering strokes, starting with her hair—gently at first, working through the tangles of her red locks to make sure it didn't drip down her back and chill her skin. But my hands couldn't stay innocent for long; as I moved lower, I trailed the towel over her shoulders, down to her tits, rubbing the fabric roughly over her sensitive nipples until they peaked again under the friction, drawing a soft whimper from her lips. "Still so fucking responsive," I growled, my cock twitching back to life at the sound, the towel slipping lower to dab at the mess between her legs, wiping away the remnants of our cum but not the redness I'd left on her pussy from all that pounding. Her thighs parted instinctively as I pressed the towel against her folds, the soft terry cloth absorbing the last of the wetness, but I couldn't resist sliding a finger inside her one more time, feeling how loose and swollen she was, her cunt gripping me weakly as if it had been thoroughly claimed.

Once she was mostly dry, I scooped her up in my arms again, her body molding to mine like it belonged there, her head lolling against my shoulder as I carried her back into the bedroom, the cool air hitting our skin and making her shiver. The massive bed loomed ahead, its silk sheets still rumpled from earlier, and I laid her down gently, positioning her in the center before climbing in beside her, the mattress dipping under my weight. She looked up at me with those hazy eyes, her lips parted as if to speak, but I silenced her with a deep kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth to taste the remnants of her earlier cries, my hand sliding down to part her legs once more. "Not done with you yet," I whispered against her lips, guiding my hardening cock back inside her, inch by inch, feeling her pussy stretch around me again, that familiar tightness enveloping me as I pushed deeper, her inner walls still slick and warm from our previous fuck. I pulled her close under the comforter, her body pressing against mine, my cock buried to the hilt, throbbing inside her as I held her tight, the heat of her cunt wrapping around me like a vice.

As I settled into her, cockwarming her just like I craved, she murmured something sleepy against my chest, her voice soft and vulnerable as she clarified about Suguru's kids, her words tumbling out in a haze of exhaustion. "I only helped with them out of goodwill... met them back in school days, when he had no clue how to raise girls... they just got attached, that's it. Never cheated on you, Satoru, never even knew about his feelings." Her breath hitched as my cock shifted deeper inside her with a subtle grind, making her moan softly, her pussy clenching around me in response. I listened, kissing her hair, the scent of her shampoo mixing with the faint musk of sex, and though I believed her, that old rage at Suguru simmered beneath the surface, cursing him for sowing this doubt between us. "Should've told me sooner," I muttered, my voice low and edged with possession, my hips rocking just enough to remind her of my presence, each movement sending jolts through her core that made her whimper. "But you're mine now, and that's all that matters. Sleep, Rumi—sleep while I keep this warm little cunt of yours filled." Her question came next, sleepy and probing, asking why I was so obsessed, and I laughed, a dark, rumbling sound that vibrated through our joined bodies, my cock pulsing inside her as I pulled her closer, feeling her walls flutter around me. "Because your pussy's fucking magical, that's why—tight, wet, and all mine. If I had my way, I'd chain you to this bed, keep you stuffed full of my cock every damn day, until your womb's bloated with my cum and your cunt's dripping nonstop."

The words poured out of me, unfiltered and filthy, as I described how lucky she was to have me, my hand roaming over her body, tweaking a nipple to hear her gasp. "Other clans would've sold your sweet little pussy to the highest bidder, turned you into a daily fuck toy for strangers, letting them pound your cunt raw while they profited off your screams. Or locked you up like a prized whore, letting every clan member take turns filling you up, stretching you out until you're nothing but a cum-soaked mess." I thrust deeper to emphasize my point, her moans escalating into needy whimpers, her hips bucking against mine despite her fatigue. "But not me—I love you too much to share. You're mine alone, and I'll make sure you never forget it." Her body responded instinctively, her pussy gripping me tighter with each vulgar promise, the emotional depth of my obsession intertwining with the raw physicality, binding us in this twisted web of desire.

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