trails across my crotch and then the wall to the minotaur. She looks up at him with a secretive smile, one that’s different from the one she saves for me. I don’t know why that settles me a bit.
“This is Griffin, another of my mates. He can be a bit possessive and quick to anger, but he is a good man,” she tells him like I’m not here. I snort at the ‘good man’ comment and she winks at me. “And when he’s not, when he’s bad, I love it even more.”
“Vasculo,” I warn, and she steps back.
“Now, do you promise not to attack each other again? Only then will I let you down.” She frowns.
“I promise, Draya,” the minotaur vows—the kiss ass.
“Maybe,” I mutter, and she laughs, waving her hand, and we both drop to the floor. I notice the minotaur stumbles while I do not.
Striding across the room, I block him as he heads to her. I tilt her head back and press my thumb to her throat as I circle it, without pressure this time. “Dawn,” I murmur, and her eyes light up as she leans into me. “I missed you.”
“Of course you did, angel.” She grins. “I’ve been having some fun here.”
I look around at the bodies piled in the corner. “I can tell.” I smirk. “Want to have some more?”
“What did you have in mind?” she purrs, and my eyes drop to her lips. I groan and step back before throwing the minotaur a glare.
“We’ll be back. Stay here and try not to charge anyone, good bull,” I taunt, then grabbing both of her hands, I hold them behind me like she’s a prisoner and drag her from the cell, shutting it on the enraged snarl of the bull inside, which makes me laugh even as Dawn shakes her head.
“Be nice,” she chides.
Backing her into the cell door, I slam her hands above her, keeping her restrained as I lean in, letting her see the need and anger in my eyes. “You don’t like me nice, Vasculo.”
Her breathing picks up and her mouth parts slightly as she rubs against me. “Then be mean to me, I’ve missed you.”
Growling, I throw her over my shoulder, spanking her as I storm down the corridor. I kick open the door to the bathroom then throw her inside and shut it behind me, locking it as I rip off my shirt and toss it away. She watches me hungrily as I flick open my jeans. “You want mean?” I snap.
She nods, almost moaning. “Yes, Griffin, I want the madness I see in your eyes. Show me how much you missed me.”
Before she can draw in another breath, I throw her against the toilet stall wall. Gripping her throat, I drag her farther up the wood, and she wraps her legs around my waist, grinding against me as I grip her cruelly.
Her breasts brush over my chest, making me groan as I stare at her pouting lips, imagining them wrapped around my already hard cock as I take her here for everyone to hear.
“Griffin,” she whispers, eyes alight with lust as I squeeze tighter, causing her breath to catch in her throat and her hips to jerk against mine.
She likes me when I’m nice, but she loves it when I’m mean.
“Do you want me, Vasculo?” I murmur seductively, leaning towards her as I lick her lips. “Do you want me fucking you, my cock inside you? Reminding you who you belong to?”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” she snarls, fighting in my grasp.
I slam her back into the wood and pin her there with an angry glare. “You belong to me just as much as I belong to you.”
“Fuck you,” she spits, growling and twisting.
“No, I’m going to fuck you,” I taunt, as I shove up her dress and line up, driving into her tight pussy.
She moans, stilling her fighting as she squeezes around me, whimpering, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Good girl,” I coo, kissing her mouth.
I dominate it, and use my body and mouth to prove to her that she does, in fact, belong to me. She kisses me in return, nipping at my lips as I pull out of her clinging heat and drive back inside, forcing her to take me as I fuck her against the wood stall.
She groans before yanking her mouth away, watching me with bruised lips. “Griffin.” She pants my name, making me grunt as I grip her tighter and start to move faster.
“You are mine,”