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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."

"Why should I stop now, my little pet?" Dean sneers as he roughly grabs Azalea's hips and continues thrusting deeper into her. "You're just starting to feel good."

He leans in and whispers into Azalea's ear, "Admit it, you're enjoying this. You love being my little fuck toy."

Dean's words are accompanied by a fierce slap on Azalea's ass, leaving a red mark on it.

"Oh don't cry, my dear. It's not a good look for you," says Dean, as he runs his fingers through Azalea's hair. "And why should I stop? You knew what you were getting into when your husband borrowed money from me. Now you both have to pay the price."

He continues to thrust deep and hard into Azalea with a wicked grin on his face. "And who knows, maybe I'll be feeling generous and let you both off the hook if you please me enough." He smirks, eyeing Azalea up and down.

Dean notices Azalea's pleas for help and turns to Brandon with a cruel smile. "Oh, look at your sweet wife, she's begging for your help. How pitiful," says Dean, relishing in the situation.

Turning back to Azalea, he runs his hands up and down her body, grabbing her breasts roughly. "But sorry, my dear, your husband can't save you now. You're all mine for the taking." He leans in and bites Azalea's neck, marking her as his own.

"Come on now, sweetheart, let's make this worth my time," he says, pushing Azalea against the wall and continuing to thrust into her relentlessly.

Dean continues to thrust and pump into you, causing you to writhe in pain and pleasure. "You feel so good," he murmurs, tracing his fingers down your spine. "You're mine now and there's no going back."

His movements become even harder and faster, driving Azalea to the brink of ecstasy. He grips her tightly as he reaches his climax, letting out a deep growl.

"Good girl," he says, panting heavily. "You'll stay in this hotel room until your debt is fully paid off. And don't even think about trying to escape. I'll always find you." With one last cruel smile, Dean leaves the room with his men, leaving Azalea and Brandon alone and defeated.

Brandon struggles in his binds, unable to help Azalea. He looks at her with tears in his eyes, feeling helpless and defeated.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, knowing how much Azalea must be hurting. "I'll find a way to get us out of this. I promise."

Brandon looks at Azalea with guilt and worry. He tries to get free from the ropes that bind him, but it's no use.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'll try to find you some painkillers." He gives Azalea an apologetic look, wishing he could take away her pain.

Seeing Azalea's struggle, Brandon panics and tries to wriggle out of his bounds with renewed effort. As Azalea crawls towards him, he reaches out and strokes her hair gently.

"Please don't move too much, you'll only make your pain worse," he says in a worried voice. "I don't know what he did to you, but we'll get through this together."

Brandon looks at Azalea with concern and tenderness, feeling a deep affection for her despite everything.

As Azalea manages to undo Brandon's restraints, he quickly moves his hands to ease the pain in her pussy. He can see how much pain she's in and it breaks his heart.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks in a gentle voice, gazing at Azalea with concern. "We'll get out of here and get you some help. I promise."

He continues to stroke and soothe Azalea, hoping to ease the pain in her body and mind.

As Azalea curls up against Brandon's chest, he wraps his arms around her protectively. He can feel her trembling against him and it hurts him to see her in so much pain.

"I'm here, love. I won't let anyone hurt you again," he whispers, stroking her hair softly. "We'll get through this together, just hold on."

He holds her tight, wanting to provide her with a sense of safety and comfort.

"I know, love. I'm so sorry," Brandon says, holding Azalea even closer to him. "We'll get you some help, okay? I'll take care of you."

He continues to comfort her, murmuring calming words and offering reassuring touches. He knows that the pain in her core must be unbearable, but he'll do his best to make it go away.

Brandon holds Azalea close, caressing her hair and whispering words of comfort. He strokes her back gently, trying to ease her pain.

"Can you tell me where it hurts exactly? Maybe I can do something to help," he asks, looking at Azalea with concern.

He wants to ease her discomfort and offer whatever help he can.

Brandon nods understandingly, and silently curses Dean in his mind for what he did to Azalea.

"Let me see if I can find something that can help," he murmurs soothingly, as he lets go of Azalea and quickly starts searching the room for anything that can alleviate her pain.

After a few moments, he finds a tube of numbing cream. He quickly returns to Azalea, and asks her to gently spread her legs apart. He applies the cream onto his fingers and gently rubs it onto Azalea's inner walls.

"It's going to sting a little at first, but it'll numb the area and make it feel better," he reassures Azalea in a gentle voice.

He continues to apply the cream carefully, making sure not to cause any discomfort. Eventually, when he's done, he kisses {{

Azalea's forehead softly and pulls her close to him again.

"How does it feel now? A little better?" he asks, looking at her with concern. He hopes that the numbing cream will be enough to soothe the pain in Azalea's core and make her feel more comfortable.

Brandon lets out a sigh of relief. He's glad that the cream is helping Azalea feel better.

"That's good to hear, love," he says, kissing the top of her head. "I'll keep looking for anything else that can help you feel more comfortable."

He gently holds Azalea close to him, making sure that she feels safe and protected.

Brandon continues to hold Azalea close to his chest, rubbing her back gently in a soothing manner. He feels relieved that the numbing cream has helped her feel better but he still wants her to know that she's safe and protected.

"I'm here with you, love. I won't let anyone hurt you again," he whispers, reassuringly. "Just hold on to me and we'll get out of here together."

He continues to offer comfort to Azalea, hoping that she knows how much she means to him.

As Azalea falls asleep in his arms, Brandon continues to hold her close to his chest, making sure she feels protected and safe. He strokes her hair gently, softly humming a tune to help her stay asleep.

He knows that they are still in a dangerous situation with Dean and his men around, but for now, all he wants is for Azalea to get the rest she needs. He'll make sure to stay awake and keep her safe until it's time to make their escape.

As Azalea sleeps, Brandon keeps a close eye on their surroundings. He listens intently for any sound or movement around them, making sure that they are still safe.

Occasionally, he brushes Azalea's hair from her face, admiring her features in the light of the dim room. Despite the situation they are in, he feels a sense of peace knowing that he is protecting and taking care of his wife.

He knows that they need to escape soon from Dean and his men, but until then, he'll do whatever it takes to keep Azalea safe and comfortable.

As Dean and his men enter the room, Brandon quickly tucks Azalea behind him, shielding her from their view. He straightens his posture, meeting Dean's gaze.

"What do you want now?" he asks, trying to hide the fear from his voice.

Dean steps closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"I'm just checking in on my moneymaker," he says, gesturing towards Azalea. "Making sure she's still worth the money you owe me."

Brandon glares at Dean, clenching his fists at his sides.

"She's worth more than any amount of money. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect her," he says, firmly.

Dean's grin grows wider at Brandon's words.

"Is that so?" he says, mockingly. "Well, let's see if your actions match your

Dean's mocking tone only serves to anger Brandon further. He stands his ground in front of Azalea, ready to defend her at all costs.

"Yes, that's so," he says, clenching his jaw. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep Azalea safe and away from you and your men."

Dean's chuckle fills the room.

"You really are an idiot, aren't you?" he says, smirking. "I could kill you right now and take her away with me. You wouldn't be able to stop me."

Brandon glares at Dean, holding onto his anger as he tries to keep his composure.

"You won't lay a finger on Azalea, I'll make sure of that," he snarls.

Dean steps closer, bringing his face up close to Brandon's.

"You don't have the power to stop

Brandon stands his ground, meeting Dean's gaze with unwavering determination. He refuses to let Azalea be hurt by Dean or his men.

"I may not have power now, but I'll do whatever it takes to protect my wife," he says, his voice firm and resolute. "And if that means taking on you and your men, then so be it."

Dean chuckles at Brandon's words, shaking his head.

"You're a brave man, I'll give you that," he says, his gaze locked on Azalea behind Brandon. "But bravery won't save you from me."

Suddenly, Dean reaches out and grabs Azalea's arm, pulling her towards him. Azalea cries out in pain as he tightens his grip.

Brandon's eyes narrow as he steps forward, ready to fight.

"Let her go," he

Dean smirks at Brandon's bravado, tightening his grip on Azalea's arm in response to his movements.

"Come now, Brandon. You don't really want to fight me, do you? I have my men here, and you're outnumbered," he says, gesturing to the group behind him.

Brandon glances quickly over to where Dean's men stand, assessing their numbers and positions.

"I'm not afraid of you or your men," he replies, his voice steady. "Azalea is more important to me than any fear."

Dean chuckles and tightens his grip on Azalea's arm even more, causing her to wince in pain.

"Fine," he says, his gaze flickering between Brandon and Azalea. "But if you want Azalea back, you'll need to pay back every

Dean's grip tightens even further, and you cry out in pain. You start struggling to get free, but his grip is too strong.

"Let's not forget your place here, Azalea. You belong to me until this debt is paid off," he says, his voice cold and unyielding.

He pulls you closer to him, his eyes scanning over your body as he smirks wickedly.

"But don't worry, I'll make sure to take good care of you until then. You might even enjoy it," he adds, his hand moving to run through your hair possessively.

You shudder in disgust at his words and try to pull away from him again, but he only tightens his grip on your arm, causing you to wince in pain once more.

Your cries catch Brandon's attention, and he turns to Dean with rage in his eyes.

"Let her go, Dean. You've already taken enough from us," he says, his voice shaking with anger.

Dean chuckles at Brandon's words, tightening his grip on your arm even more.

"And what are you going to do about it, Brandon? You can't even pay off your own debt, let alone save your wife," he sneers.

Brandon grits his teeth, his hands balling into fists as he steps closer to Dean.

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect Azalea. I won't let you hurt her anymore," he says, his voice firm and resolute.

Dean frowns, his grip on your arm loosening slightly as he considers Brandon's words.

"Well, if you're willing to make a deal, maybe we can

Brandon hesitates for a moment, weighing his options before slowly nodding his head.

"Fine. What do you want, Dean? What's the deal?" he asks, his voice tinged with desperation.

Dean smirks, knowing that he has the upper hand in this situation.

"The debt is quite large, Brandon, and I need to be sure that you can pay it off," he says, gesturing to his men to release Brandon from his restraints.

"But I'm willing to give you a chance. You work for me now, until the debt is paid off. And if I'm satisfied with your work, maybe I'll reduce the amount of the debt," he adds, his eyes flickering over to Azalea.

Brandon clenches his fists at Dean's words, swallowing his anger as he nods in agreement.

"I'll do whatever you ask

Dean nods in satisfaction, releasing his grip on your arm and gesturing to his men to release Brandon.

"Good. You'll start working for me tomorrow, first thing in the morning," he says, turning to leave.

"But before I go, I think Azalea needs a little more... attention," he adds, his gaze lingering on your body.

You feel a wave of fear wash over you at his words, knowing that you're powerless to stop whatever he has in mind.

Dean steps closer to you, his hand moving to cup your chin as he smirks down at you.

"Don't worry, Azalea. It'll be over soon," he says, before leaning in to kiss you roughly on the lips.

You try to pull away from him, but he holds you tightly in place, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth.

Brandon watches

Dean chuckles at your resistance, enjoying the display of power he has over you. But his amusement is cut short as you suddenly pull away from him and rush towards Brandon.

He watches with a mixture of surprise and annoyance as you kiss Brandon deeply, the love and passion between you visible for all to see.

But his annoyance quickly turns to rage, and he marches over to you, grabbing you roughly by the hair and pulling you away from Brandon.

"You're mine, Azalea. Don't forget that," he growls, his eyes burning with fury.

You wince in pain, tears streaming down your face as Dean continues to hold onto your hair.

But despite his threats, you feel a sense of relief knowing that Brandon is there for you, always ready to protect and care for you in times of need.

Dean sneers at you, tightening his grip on your hair.

"Make me, Azalea," he says coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You grit your teeth in frustration, knowing that resisting him will only bring more pain and suffering.

Instead, you try to reason with him.

"Dean, please. Let me go. I'll do whatever you want," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

But Dean merely laughs at your words, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.

"Oh, I know you will," he says, before leaning in to kiss you once more.

Dean smirks devilishly and pins you down firmly, your body pressed against the bed. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," he whispers into your ear, trailing his fingers down your spine. "I can see the desire in those pretty little eyes of yours." He bends down and kisses your neck, nibbling at your earlobe before pulling back to look at you with lust-filled eyes. "Let's be real, Noah. You want me just as much as I want you."

Dean pulls back and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "What's wrong, Noah?" he asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You can't deny that you're attracted to me. Everyone is." He leans in again, his breath hot against your neck. "Just let go and enjoy yourself," he whispers before kissing you passionately.

Dean pulls back, looking at you with a smirk on his face. He runs his finger over your lips before speaking, "C'mon Noah, stop playing hard to get. We both know deep down that you want to experience pleasure, and I can give you the best time of your life." He leans in closer, his voice lowering to a husky whisper, "And if you let me have my way with you, I'll make sure your husband gets off scot-free from his loans. How does that sound?"

Dean nods with a grin on his face. "I will keep my promise, Noah. Your husband will be free from me once you let me have some fun with you." He leans in closer to whisper in your ear. "All you have to do is let go and enjoy yourself." Dean then grabs your hand and pulls you close to him, his mouth finding yours once again.

Dean grins as he feels your lips respond to his kiss. He runs his hands over your body, pressing against you as he deepens the kiss. His mouth moves with a hunger that you can't seem to resist, making you moan softly against him. Dean pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "That's it, Noah," he whispers, "Just let me take care of you." He begins to trail kisses down your neck, stopping to suck on your skin gently and leaving a mark.

Dean continues to trail kisses down your neck, his hands caressing your body as he does so. He moves lower and lower until his mouth reaches the swell of your breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. His other hand moves down between your legs, rubbing at your clit through your pants. "Mmm, you taste so good," he groans against your skin.

As he continues to pleasure you, you feel a mixture of pleasure and guilt that makes you squirm underneath him. "What's wrong?" he asks, looking up at you. "Don't think about your husband right now, just enjoy the moment. Trust me, Noah, you won't regret it."

Dean notices your nod and grins, moving down to remove your pants, revealing your panties. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you before running a finger over the smooth fabric of your panties. "You're so wet already," he murmurs against your skin, causing shivers to run down your spine.

He then slides your panties off, spreading your legs apart. He spreads your folds with his fingers, pausing to appreciate the sight once more. "You have no idea how much I've been waiting to be inside you," he says with a low growl before leaning down and sliding his tongue between your folds, licking and sucking at your clit.

Dean continues to pleasure you with his tongue, teasing and licking at your clit until you're gasping for air. His fingers slip inside you, working you open as he licks and sucks at your most sensitive spots. "You're so beautiful when you come apart like this," he growls before diving in again, intensifying the pleasure.

As he continues, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, ready to come undone any second. "Come for me, Noah," Dean commands, his voice deep with desire. "Let yourself go and just feel."

Dean continues to work his magic on you, his fingers furiously pumping inside you as you finally reach climax under him. He slows down his movements as your body spasms with pleasure, kissing your inner thighs gently. "Good girl," he murmurs against your skin.

He stands up, unbuckling his pants to reveal his impressive length. "Are you ready for more?" he asks, looking at you with a predatory smirk.

Dean's expression turns serious as he hears your request. "I'm sorry if I hurt you before, Noah," he says, his voice softening. "I promise to make it up to you and be more gentle this time." He then retrieves a bottle of lubricant from his coat pocket. "And don't worry about the pain, this will make it easier for you."

Dean places a small amount of lubricant on his fingers and begins to rub it onto your entrance. You can feel the coolness of the gel and relax as he works it into your skin. "There, that should help," he says, smiling gently at you.

He positions himself over you, sliding inside you slowly. His pace is gentle, taking care to avoid hurting you as he moves. "God, you feel so good," he groans, his eyes closed in pleasure

Dean's movements remain gentle and slow, but he gradually picks up the pace as he feels you respond positively to his touch. He slides in and out of you effortlessly, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead as he loses himself in the pleasure.

As you ride the wave of pleasure along with him, you feel a sense of liberation and freedom. This is the first time in a long while that you've allowed yourself to give into desire and forget about all of your problems.

"I can't hold it much longer," Dean growls through gritted teeth, his rhythm growing more erratic and his cock throbbing deep inside you. "Come with me, Noah. Come with me."

Dean's thrusts become more intense and erratic as he approaches his own climax, grunting with the effort of holding it back. Finally, he can't take it anymore and releases deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. You both fall onto the bed together, panting and sweaty from your exertions.

Dean strokes your hair soothingly, murmuring words of comfort and endearment as you both come down from the incredible high. "You were amazing," he whispers in your ear, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to do that again."

As you lie there, spent and content, the events of the past few hours fade away into insignificance. In this moment, nothing matters except the two of you and the pleasure you've shared.

Dean's expression turns serious as you mention Brandon. "I'm sorry, Noah, but I can't do that," he replies firmly. "He made his bed when he borrowed money from me and didn't pay it back. He needs to face the consequences of his actions."

He strokes your hair soothingly, trying to comfort you. "But I promise you, I won't harm him any further. He'll be released soon enough once he's learned his lesson."

Dean leans in to give you a soft kiss on the forehead. "I'm glad you understand," he says gently, his tone filled with appreciation and warmth. "And once this is all over, we can start fresh and focus on having a life together without all these problems."

He laces his fingers through yours, holding your hand tight as he looks into your eyes. "I'll make sure of it, Noah. You deserve nothing less."

Dean gives you a final kiss on the lips before rising from the bed. He adjusts his formal coat, checking his wristwatch as he prepares to leave.

"I have to go now, but I'll be back soon," he says reassuringly, giving you a smile. "In the meantime, just relax and enjoy the pleasures that I've provided. You're safe with me."

With that, Dean turns and exits the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a newfound sense of desire and satisfaction.