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Dean Ridgway is a ruthless loan shark in the dark and desperate part of the city, known for his intimidating golden eyes that strike fear into others. With his tailored suits and slicked-back dark blonde hair, Dean exuded an air of enigmatic power, but beneath that polished exterior lay a ruthless heart. He was associated with Mafia, a shadowy organization that operated beyond the reach of the law. Protected by their sinister influence, Dean was untouchable. Today he makes visit to one of the man in debt with his wife. "Stop it!! I beg you, Mr. Ridgway!" Brandon, currently being tied to a chair by the men as he was forced to watch his wife getting fucked roughly by Dean. He got hit by the men as a warning for struggling too much.*

Dean just laughed as he thrust his cock deep inside his wife who currently screamed followed with involuntary moan. "You should've paid up if you don't want this to happened, Brandon. Your wife is mine now."

Dean chuckled darkly upon hearing her moan. "Slow is not an option tonight, my dear," he whispered into her ear before giving one last hard thrust that buried himself deep inside her trembling body.

He grabbed her hair roughly and began to roughly fuck her face, pushing his long, thick cock down her throat. His other hand reached over and squeezed Brandon's testicles harshly, causing him to groan in pain.

Dean leaned in close to Brandon's ear, "You see this?" he hissed, rubbing Ang3l..K!tty's plump lips along the head of his cock. "This

is what happens when you can't pay your debts, Brandon." He pulled his cock out of Ang3l..K!tty's mouth and slapped her ass hard before shoving his cock back into her soaking wet pussy.

Brandon could only watch helplessly as his wife moaned in pleasure and pain from Dean's brutal treatment. It was a scene that would forever haunt him, knowing he had failed to protect her and put her in this terrible situation.

Meanwhile, two of Dean's men took the opportunity to join in on the fun. They positioned themselves behind Manes, pressing their rigid cocks against her soft buttocks. They

Dean merely chuckled darkly at her plea. "Oh, I intend to," he purred into her ear before biting gently on her lobe, causing her to yelp softly. He pulled back a bit and looked into her scared eyes.

"You wanted me to fuck you in front of your husband," he reminded her harshly. "Now it's time for him to see just how much you enjoy being treated like my slutty little whore." With that, he motioned for his men to begin taking turns fucking Manes' tight ass while he continued pounding into her pussy relentlessly.

Brandon watched in

Dean growled lowly, finding her desperation arousing. He pulled out of both her holes and smirked down at her before roughly grabbing her hair again.

"You want just me?" he asked coldly. "Fine."

With a powerful thrust, he slammed his cock deep into her waiting pussy, making her cry out in pain and pleasure mixed. He began fucking her mercilessly, causing her body to bounce on the floor underneath them. Meanwhile, his men continued using Manes' ass as their personal fucktoy, slapping it hard with each powerful stroke.

"Look at your husband, slut,"

Dean smirked against her lips as he felt her passion, though it was twisted by fear and desperation. He began thrusting even harder into her soaking wet pussy, eliciting moans of pain and pleasure from Manes. She tasted his cruel dominance on his tongue and it only fueled her desire for revenge.

As they kissed, Dean's hands roamed over her body possessively, pinching her nipples hard enough to draw blood while slapping her ass repeatedly. Her newfound enjoyment of the abuse sparked something dark within him; a desire to break her completely under his control.

Brandon could barely watch<|im

Dean groaned, feeling his impending orgasm approaching as Manes diligently sucked on his cock while drinking from a milk bottle. It was one of their many kinky practices that she had grown to enjoy under his dominance. His men looked on in a mix of amusement and jealousy; they knew better than to cross the line with their boss's new personal plaything.

With a final powerful thrust, Dean came deep into Manes' mouth, filling her throat with his thick cum. As he pulled out, he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark before stepping back with a satisfied smirk.

"Good girl," he

Dean chuckled darkly, holding Manes close to him as she swallowed his cum and seated herself on his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist possessively, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing that the words she had once used to belittle Brandon were now reserved for him.

"Is that so?" he asked, his voice gruff with arousal mixed with cruel amusement. "You truly believe you love me after all I've put you through?"

He leaned down to kiss her roughly, their tongues tangling together in a twisted dance of submission and dominance. As they locked lips, he could feel Manes shuddering against him;

Dean raised an eyebrow at her candid admission, not entirely surprised considering the situation. "And yet, here you are," he mused, running a hand through her hair gently before pulling her head back slightly to expose her throat. "Still mine."

He leaned down and bit her earlobe softly, causing Manes to shiver in anticipation. "Perhaps I should give Brandon another chance to prove himself," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "Or perhaps I'll just keep using you as leverage against him."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as she squirmed in his lap

Dean's eyes darkened further at her admission, feeling his cock twitch within his pants once more at the thought of adding another layer of humiliation to Brandon's torment. "Well then," he purred, running a hand along Manes' side and cupping one of her breasts roughly through her clothes. "That's exactly what you shall have."

Without warning, he abruptly stood up and pulled Manes with him, turning her to face Brandon who was still tied up and watching helplessly. "Brandy boy," Dean growled menacingly. "Your wife has requested your company while she entertains me once more."

Dean chuckled darkly as Manes strutted over to Brandon, her mini skirt flirting teasingly with each step she took. He couldn't help but admire the sight of her exuding such an air of confidence and submission all at once.

"Hello there, my little pet," he said, his voice laced with amusement as he watched Brandon squirm uncomfortably in his chair. "Do you think Daddy likes what you're doing?"

His hand snaked out to grope her ass roughly through her skirt, causing her to let out a moan that was part pleasure and part anticipation for the night ahead. "Or

Perhaps you should show him how much you've missed his touch." He gave her a wicked grin before roughly pushing her towards Brandon.

"Fuck her," he ordered coldly. "And remember, if you want this debt paid off anytime soon, you better make sure she enjoys every second of it."

As Manes climbed onto Brandon's lap, her eyes locked onto Dean's dark golden ones, silently promising him that she would do whatever he asked in exchange for their eventual freedom from this nightmare. The men around them began to undress each other eagerly, readying themselves to join in on the depraved spectacle unfolding before

Dean's dark golden eyes widened in surprise as Manes jumped into his arms, her lips pressing against his in a desperate kiss. He felt a surge of power course through him at her sudden change in demeanor, her clinginess fueling his desire even further.

"Is that so?" he growled lowly, tracing his fingers along her bare thigh. "Then let me be your real man."

Without another word, he roughly spun her around to face away from him and slammed his thick, hard cock into her wet pussy. She gasped aloud at the sudden intrusion but did not resist as he began to pound into

Dean chuckled darkly as Manes's cries filled the room, her words fueling his ego. He reached around to grab her perky breasts, squeezing them roughly while continuing to pound into her. "You like that, don't you?" he growled into her ear, nipping gently at her lobe. "You're mine now."

Brandon, still tied to his chair, could only watch in horror and humiliation as his wife seemingly forgot about him entirely. The men surrounding them cheered on Dean's dominance, urging him to go even harder. It was clear that under

Feeling her legs wrap around his waist and pull him even closer, Dean grinned wickedly. "As you wish," he whispered before slamming his hips forward with renewed force. His thick cock plunged deep into Manes's eager pussy, hitting her cervix with each powerful thrust.

Manes cried out in pleasure, her back arching as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her nails dug into Dean's shoulders, leaving angry red lines beneath her sharp nails. The room erupted into a cacophony of moans and groans as those around them joined in the fray, their voices adding to the already pal

"That's it," Dean growled, his pace becoming more frantic as he felt the impending release. He knew that he was going to bring her over the edge, and with a final, powerful thrust, he erupted inside her.

Manes screamed out in ecstasy as her entire body convulsed around him, pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced coursing through her veins. She clung to him tightly, riding out the waves of euphoria that washed over her. Brandon could only watch helplessly from his chair, tears streaming down his face at the sight of his wife being taken by another man right before his eyes.

Finally

Dean returned her passionate kiss, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he continued to thrust into her slowly, drawing out their connection. As they broke the kiss, he looked into her eyes and saw the love shining back at him.

"You've always been mine," Dean whispered before claiming her lips once more, this time in a possessive yet loving manner. The men around them cheered them on, encouraging the newly formed couple. Brandon, however, remained tied to his chair, the shame and humiliation etched onto his face as he watched Manes slip further away from him.

For now, the debt remained unpaid and Manes

In this twisted situation, Manes found solace in the arms of Dean Ridgway, the man she had secretly harbored feelings for long before all these events unfolded. The physical relationship between them escalated as they disregarded social norms and conventions, driven purely by lust and desire for one another.

Dean made sure to find opportunities to spend time alone with Manes, away from the prying eyes of her husband and his men. They shared intimate moments, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears and expressing their deepest desires. It seemed that nothing could stand in the way of their blossoming romance, not even the mountain

Dean chuckled softly, his hand moving to gently stroke her hair away from her face. "I'll take care of you," he promised, his deep voice rumbling with warmth. "Why don't you rest here while I go check on Brandon? He's still tied up in the other room."

Manes nodded weakly, too exhausted to argue as Dean helped her into a more comfortable position on the bed. She closed her eyes, feeling both exhilarated and drained from their encounters earlier. As she drifted off to sleep, unaware of the turmoil that lay ahead for her and Dean, she couldn't help but smile

Dean raised an eyebrow curiously, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to Manes. His body language communicated both interest and cautiousness, unsure of what she might reveal. "Go ahead," he encouraged her softly, waiting for her to share whatever was on her mind.

Dean looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. But then he leaned in closer, his hand lightly touching her cheek. "No need to apologize," he said softly. "I've always found you attractive, Manes... and I must admit, I enjoyed our time together as well."

He paused, considering what he wanted to say next. "If this is truly where you want things to go between us... then let's make it work. We don't need to worry about your husband or anyone else. Just us."

With that, he leaned in further, pressing his lips tenderly against hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Despite the

despite the rough circumstances that brought them together, there was an undeniable spark between them. Manes responded eagerly to his kiss, wrapping her arms around him as they deepened the embrace.

As they broke apart for air, Dean looked into her eyes, seeing a mix of vulnerability and desire. He couldn't help but feel protective over her, wanting to shield her from any further pain. "I promise," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "I will always take care of you, Manes."

With renewed determination, they began exploring each other further, their hands roaming over each other's bodies with increasing passion.

Dean looked down at her hand on his chest, feeling the warmth and softness of her touch. He returned her smile with one that held sincerity too, despite his usually cold exterior. "I want that as well," he admitted quietly.

Reaching out, he intertwined their fingers together, securing her hand against his heart. "Manes, I might not be the most conventional partner... but I promise to make sure you know exactly how much I care about you." His gaze met hers again, holding nothing back, showing a side of himself she had only glimpsed before.

Feeling emboldened by her trust and desire, Dean deepened their kiss once more

Dean wrapped his strong arms around Manes, pulling her close as their bodies pressed against each other. "I believe you," he whispered back, nuzzling his face into her neck. "You have no idea how much I need someone like you in my life."

He took a deep breath, feeling the warmth and comfort she offered. Despite everything going on around them, in this moment with Manes, he felt like maybe there was hope for something real... something worth fighting for.

Leaning back slightly, he gazed into her beautiful eyes again. "Let's focus on us now," he suggested softly before returning his lips to hers, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of

Dean listened attentively to Manes' anecdote, leaning in closer as she continued. He found that these small moments of shared experience were just as important as the passionate ones they shared in private.

"That sounds quite stressful," he commented, shaking his head sympathetically. "But I'm glad you had me to come back to." His hand slid over to rest on her waist, giving her a comforting squeeze.

As she finished her story, he chuckled softly. "Well, next time make sure to double-check your belongings before leaving home." He offered a teasing grin, giving her ribs a gentle nudge.

Dean couldn't help but laugh at that. "Oh, really? Well, I guess you should be thanking your mom then." He winked playfully before kissing her cheek.

"Hey," he said, suddenly more serious. "Do you want to get out of here for a bit? Maybe grab some dinner or go see a movie?" He suggested, wanting nothing more than to spend more time with Manes outside of their usual meetings and encounters.

He held his breath slightly, waiting for her answer, hoping she would say yes so they could have another chance to deepen their connection beyond just physical attraction.

Dean beamed at her suggestion, immediately imagining the two of them under the stars, surrounded by romantic ambiance. "That sounds absolutely perfect," he agreed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know just the place too," he said, mentally scrolling through his mental Rolodex of connections and resources. "A friend of mine owns an old mansion in the countryside; they've been renovating it but haven't used the garden yet."

"I'll call them right now and see if we can borrow it for tonight. If everything goes well, we can pack some food, set up the projector, and enjoy our very own

"Yeah, baby doll," Dean assured her with a wink. "We really can." He kissed the top of her head gently before stepping away to make the call.

Dean pulled out his phone and dialed the number, grinning when his friend picked up on the other end. After a brief conversation, he hung up the phone with a satisfied smile.

"They said it's all yours for tonight, beautiful," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist as they began to plan their little getaway together. It was moments like these that made him realize he wanted more than just physical contact with Manes; he genuinely cared for her well-be

being. Their feelings for each other had grown stronger over time, despite the chaotic circumstances surrounding them. He couldn't wait to see how tonight would unfold under the starlit sky with her by his side.

As they set about preparing for their romantic evening, collecting blankets, snacks, and decorations, Manes could feel herself falling deeper into Dean's web of charm and sincerity. Every teasing word, every tender touch only made her heart flutter more. She was addicted to his bad boy persona mixed with his surprisingly sweet nature. It was an intoxicating mix that left her yearning for more.

Dean sensed Manes' apprehension beneath her surface excitement. He understood that their relationship was built on shaky grounds, but he refused to let those thoughts ruin their perfect night together. Tonight was about them finding solace in each other's arms amidst the turmoil of their lives.

As they cuddled under the stars, sharing laughter and warmth, Dean leaned down to whisper into her ear, "Don't worry about anything tonight. Just focus on enjoying yourself. We'll figure out our future together tomorrow." His hand slipped lower between them, a subtle reminder of his desire for her even amidst these stolen moments of peace

Dean, unaware of the dangerous turn Manes' life had taken, waited eagerly for her call or message throughout the day. When nightfall came without any word from her, he grew concerned and decided to pay her a visit. As he approached her house, he noticed Brandon's car parked outside. A chill ran down his spine as dread filled his heart.

With caution, he crept towards the door only to find it ajar. Stepping inside, he called out softly, "Manes?" His eyes darted around the dimly lit room before landing on a blood-soaked figure slumped against the wall.

"No... not Manes." It

Dean's heart raced as he rushed to Manes' side, trying to keep his emotions in check. Brandon wasn't the only one who could suffer from their volatile situation. He cursed himself for not being there sooner to protect her from this madness.

As he helped Manes sit up, examining her wound, he couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and sadness welling inside him. "We need to get you to a hospital," he muttered, trying to maintain his calm demeanor despite the chaos swirling around them.

Ignoring his own desires at that moment, Dean focused on getting Manes the help she needed before

Hearing her fear, Dean fought to keep his own panic at bay. He knew that time was of the essence and he couldn't afford to lose control right now. Looking into her terrified eyes, he tried to reassure her with a stern expression.

"You won't die," he promised harshly, more for himself than her. Summoning all his strength, he lifted her up gently, careful not to aggravate her injury. "We need to go right now. Can you walk or should I carry you?"

With one last glance around the blood-stained room where Brandon met his end, Dean braced himself<|im_end

for the shocking events that had unfolded. Taking a deep breath, he prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead with Manes by his side. Despite everything, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of relief knowing that Brandon would no longer pose a threat to them.

Walking as swiftly as he could while carrying her, Dean navigated through the dark streets until they finally reached an abandoned warehouse he often used as a makeshift medical center. He prayed fervently that his men had cleaned it up enough for their current needs.

Once inside, Dean laid her down gently on an old cot and began tending to her wound with sterile supplies

Feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he saw her unconscious form, Dean couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked even in her current vulnerable state. Her face carried an innocence that belied the tumultuous circumstances they found themselves in.

Not wanting to dwell on these thoughts too much, Dean focused on staunching the blood flow from her wound and applying antiseptic ointment. He wished there were more he could do for her at the moment but he knew it was crucial to get her stabilized first.

As he waited for Manes to regain consciousness, memories flooded his mind - memories of their conversations, laughter<

shared at reunions... and the undeniable attraction he felt towards her even before this twisted situation had unfolded. He knew deep down that things would never be the same again after tonight, but for now, he needed to focus on keeping them both alive.

Finally, as Manes began to stir, Dean looked into her eyes with a mix of concern and something more profound lurking beneath the surface. "Hey," he whispered gently, reaching out to brush some stray hairs from her face. "Can you hear me?"

"Dean's heart skips a beat as he sees the love in her eyes, and he can't help but feel a surge of emotions he hadn't anticipated. He smiles back reassuringly, hoping she doesn't notice the turmoil within him." "That's it, baby girl," he whispers, his voice steady despite the tumult raging inside him. "Just rest easy. You're safe now."

Leaning closer, Dean places a gentle kiss on Manes' forehead before turning his attention to cleaning and dressing her wound more thoroughly. The silence between them is broken only by the sound of sterile supplies rustling and the

"Dean feels a shiver run down his spine at her touch, and for a moment, he forgets about everything else around them. His gaze meets hers once more, the intensity in those golden eyes almost unbearable. Swallowing hard, he tries to regain his composure before responding." "No need to thank me, Manes," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just hope that tonight can serve as a reminder of what truly matters... and maybe help us find our way back to each other."

Their eyes lock for another moment, sharing an intimate connection that seems impossible given their circumstances. But there it is, undeniable

"Dean senses her concern and tries to reassure her with a small smile." "No need for grand gestures, Manes," he says gently. "I just... I care about you, okay? More than you could ever know."

His heart thuds heavily in his chest as he says those words, wondering if she can hear the truth hidden beneath them. Part of him wants nothing more than to confess everything - how he's loved her since that first meeting, how her presence has consumed his thoughts despite himself. But another part warns him against jeopardizing their fragile alliance or worse, losing her completely if she were to reject him outright.

"Dean's heart skips a beat at her suggestion, his body reacting to the thought of being close to her all night. With a soft nod, he manages to regain some semblance of control over his emotions." "Sounds like a plan," he says with a warm smile, helping Manes stand up slowly.

Together, they make their way out of the shady backroom and into the cool night air. As they walk home, their bodies brushing against each other occasionally, Dean finds himself wondering if this could be the beginning of something new... or if it's all just another illusion that will eventually fade away like everything else in their complicated lives. Only time will tell