Revenge

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 Ridgway's cold blue eyes fell upon the documents held out by Manes, his gaze sweeping over her body briefly before returning to the papers in her hand. He leaned forward slightly, his scent of expensive cologne and smoke filling the space between them as he studied the information presented.

"You have done well, Manes," he purred, a wicked grin playing about his lips. "Very well indeed." There was something unsettling about the way he looked at her, like he could see right through her. Something primal stirred within him whenever he was near her; perhaps it was because she reminded him so much of himself when he was younger or

Dean raised an eyebrow at her downcast gaze, noting the faint hint of vulnerability that danced behind her carefully maintained facade. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire mixed with curiosity towards this young woman who seemed to be both submissive and resilient simultaneously.

"Why do you work so hard for me?" he asked quietly, his voice dangerously smooth. "Is it merely because you are afraid, or..." His eyes flicked down to her plump lips, drawing another shiver from deep within him as he contemplated claiming what he desired.

Dean smirked, unconvinced but intrigued. There was definitely more to Manes than met the eye. His predator's instinct kicked in once again as he leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head and regarding her with a predatory gaze.

"Is that so?" He drawled slowly, dragging out each syllable like it were a caress. "And what if I were to offer you something... different? Something that might challenge your loyalty in ways you've never imagined?" His words hung heavy in the air between them, carrying an undercurrent of danger and desire that sent a shiver down her spine.<|im

Dean's smirk grew more predatory, sensing her vulnerability. "I see," he purred. "Is your husband not... satisfying you the way you need?" His eyes flicked meaningfully downward again, as if daring her to entertain the forbidden thoughts that surely must be swirling through her mind given their circumstances.

He reached into his pocket and produced a thin black wallet, flipping it open to reveal a few crisp bills. "How about this, Manes? How about we make a little arrangement? One where I ensure your every desire is met, in exchange for a small favor from you..." He let the implication hang heavy in the air

Noticing her emotional distress, Dean quickly switched gears from predatory to sympathetic, a change as subtle as flipping a coin. "Shh," he soothed softly, reaching out to brush a nonexistent tear away from her cheek. "It's alright, sweetheart. You don't have to answer now. Just know that I'm here if you ever need someone to listen, or... anything else."

His hand retreated slowly, leaving behind a trail of warmth and hint of promise in its wake. He stubbed out his cigarette abruptly, not missing the fact that Brandon was watching them closely from his

bound chair. Leaning in closer to Manes, Dean's lips brushed against her ear as he whispered barely audible words that promised unimaginable pleasure and escape from her current situation... if only she were willing to take the plunge. His intentions remained ambiguous; was he truly offering solace or something far more sinister? Only time would tell.

Dean's gaze flicked to her briefly before returning to the papers on his desk, noting her obvious distress but pretending otherwise. "Thank you, Manes," he replied in a neutral tone. "Sit down if you like; make yourself comfortable." He gestured casually to an empty chair opposite him, aware that their previous encounter had left her with mixed emotions and uncertainty about his true intentions toward her.

Allowing silence to fill the room for several long moments, Dean occasionally glanced up from his reading, catching her eye with a predatory gleam before returning to whatever financial document held his attention at the moment. The tension in the air grew thick as he

Leaning back in his chair, Dean considered her question thoughtfully before responding. "Well, that depends on the person and the severity of the betrayal," he began slowly. "But I've found that sometimes... when someone proves themselves untrustworthy, it's best to cut ties completely." He paused for dramatic effect, knowing full well whom she was referring to.

"As for trusting someone else in their place? You learn to pick up on the signs, spot potential liars and cheats early on. It's a skill some people have, others don't. But remember, sweetheart, no one deserves that kind of treatment." His gaze remained

steady on her face, filled with compassion and a hint of sadistic satisfaction. Manes caught herself wondering what it would be like if Dean were to step in and take control, to show her how a real man should treat a woman... but the thought was quickly replaced by guilt as she realized she was still technically married to Brandon.

"Anyway," Dean said, snapping out of their silent contemplation, "put your mind at ease. Your report looks good, and I have no further questions." He took one last drag from his cigarette before grinding it out in an ornate ash tray. "If there's nothing else, you may leave."

As

Dean leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and steepling his fingers. A predatory smile curved his lips as he looked into Manes's eyes. "Ah," he said softly, "I understand. Revenge can be quite satisfying, can't it?"

He remained silent for a moment, contemplating her request while maintaining eye contact. When he finally spoke again, his words were measured and low. "Why don't we make a deal then? You provide me with certain... intimate favors, and I'll make sure your husband feels the full weight of his betrayal." His

A wicked glint appeared in Dean's eyes at her question. "Why yes, sweetheart. He does owe me a considerable sum."

"So, tell me," he continued, his voice dropping even lower as if sharing a secret, "do you think your husband would rather have that money or keep seeing you suffer like this?" Manes could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, and she couldn't help but shiver beneath its intensity.

Dean leaned back in his chair once again, folding his arms across his chest. "What do you say? Are you interested in striking a bargain with me?" There was an unmistakable<|im

a danger in his tone that sent shivers down Manes's spine.

She hesitated for a moment, considering the proposal. But before long, she found herself nodding in agreement. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. "I'll do anything to make him pay."

Dean grinned wickedly, and leaned forward once more. "Then it's settled," he growled lowly, "We have a deal. And remember, my dear, revenge is a dish best served cold."

His hand reached out suddenly, grabbing her wrist roughly, pulling her closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "And let me be

clear: you belong to me now. Every moan, every cry, every drop of pleasure that leaves your body will be for me. Do you understand?"

Manes swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn't fear she felt - at least not entirely. There was an odd exhilaration mixed with the terror, a thrill of power and control that coursed through her veins like electricity. As his words sank in, she couldn't help but nod again, unable to form a coherent response.

Dean gave a satisfied smirk before releasing her wrist, stepping back once more. "Good," he purred, "I

am very much looking forward to seeing how far you can go for him." With those chilling words, he turned his attention back to Brandon, ordering one of his men to remove the gag from his mouth.

The rest of the encounter passed in a hazy blur for Manes as she watched Dean take her body harder and faster than before. Her mind was consumed by conflicting emotions - fear, pleasure, excitement, shame. And yet beneath it all, there was an unmistakable thrill that she couldn't deny: this was exactly what she wanted, wasn't it? To be taken, owned, controlled by a man like Dean Ridgway? ## P

"Dean smiled sinisterly, tracing a finger along her delicate shoulder blade. "Hot indeed," he purred, his other hand cupping her breast, teasing her nipple through the water with his thumb. "But do you know what would be even hotter?""

He leaned down, his lips close to her ear. "If your husband could see us now," he whispered dangerously, giving her nipple a sharp pinch. "See how much you enjoy being taken by someone like me."

Manes gasped at his words, biting her lower lip in response to the pain and pleasure mixed together. She couldn't deny that the thought of

"Dean's dark eyes glinted with a dangerous spark of amusement." "Divorce papers won't stop what I have in mind for you, my dear." "He pulled her closer to him, his strong hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve and dip as if reaffirming his possession of her."

"In fact," he continued, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "it only makes things more interesting." "With a smirk, he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue invading her mouth with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt about who was in control here."## P

"Dean chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her hips tighter as she grinded against him in the water. "I don't need a piece of paper to tell me what I want," he growled, biting lightly at her neck before nibbling his way back up to her earlobe."

"You belong to me now, my pet," he rasped, his arousal evident against her core through the layers of water and clothing. "And I plan on enjoying every last inch of you until there's nothing left but desire for me."

His hand found its way under the water between her legs, teasing at the soft

"Dean's eyes flickered with surprise, but the possessive glint never left his gaze. He kissed her back softly before pulling away slightly to look into her eyes."

"Is that so, my dear?" he purred, running a thumb over her bottom lip. "Well, I suppose I could make an exception for someone as... compelling as you."

He pulled her up against him, his hard length pressing into her once more through their wet clothing. "But understand this," he growled into her ear, "you will be mine completely. There can be no boundaries when we're together."

Without waiting for a response, Dean deepened the kiss,

"Dean's smirk grew wider as he held onto her, chuckling darkly. "Oh, baby, I am so much more than that," he promised, pressing his hips against hers to leave no doubt about the hard length still trapped between them by their damp clothing."

"From now on," he continued, nipping at her earlobe, "you will learn just how deep my strength goes." His free hand cupped her ass, squeezing firmly before letting it slide lower in a possessive gesture.

"You belong to me now, Mane," he growled softly, capturing her lips once more in a passionate kiss while reaching down to

try to undo his own belt, shifting their positions so she could feel the full weight of his arousal pressing against her. The heat and tension in the room grew thick as they became further lost in each other, oblivious to the suffering of Brandon tied up nearby.

As Dean finally freed himself, he lifted Manes up slightly, aligning their bodies perfectly before guiding his throbbing length into her waiting entrance. She let out a gasp mixed with pleasure and surprise as he filled her fully, claiming what was now rightfully his.

Panting heavily, Dean began to thrust roughly inside her, their rhythm growing increasingly animalistic as their love-hate

relationship blurred into one primal desire. Their moans and grunts filled the room, drowning out any remaining sounds of torment from Brandon's distant pleas.

Dean's hand reached up to grip Manes' hair roughly, forcing her head back and exposing her throat as he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. The sting only served to heighten her senses even more, causing her to writhing beneath him in an ecstasy-filled haze.

"Yes, yes, that's it," she panted, meeting his violent thrusts with an equally desperate need for release. Her body trembled on the edge

of climax as she felt him begin to pound harder into her, driving them both closer to the brink.

"Dean! I'm going to-" She couldn't finish her sentence before he pushed her over the edge with one final, powerful thrust. Manes' body convulsed violently around him as an intense orgasm ripped through her, coating his length with her sweet juices.

He followed soon after, letting out a primal growl as he filled her completely with his hot seed. They stayed locked together for long moments, catching their breath and savoring the afterglow of their twisted encounter.