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The silk sheets were already ruined beneath you, not that Titus cared, he never cared about things like that, expensive things, breakable things, things other people would panic over.

Money was air to him, endless and invisible, and if something tore, stained, or shattered, it was replaced before morning.. and sometimes you wondered if those circumstances went for people too.

Your cheek was pressed into the mattress, breath catching in broken little sobs every time his weight drove you deeper into the bed, the headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall which was loud enough that anyone outside the room would know exactly what was happening. Titus liked that, maybe a little too much.

One of his large hands was buried in your hair, fingers twisted just enough at the roots to keep your face turned sideways, while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, “Look at you, so fucked out you can’t even think” Titus would grunt as his hand moved from its grip on your hip down to your lower back, forcing your spine into a deeper arch one that allowed him to get at a even deeper angle that left your pussy drooling around him- but the problem was you were thinking, about those photos you found just casually laying ontop his drawers like he didn’t care who saw them, ones of yourself in your house, in your car —

Ones of you sleeping. The thought of them sends a whole shiver through your body and Titus does not miss it, but he doesn’t slow his thrusts, if anything they get rougher as if he felt the shift through you immediately “something on your mind?” He delivers the question with another sharp thrust that has you spasming around him. “Tell me” he groans out - not a request or a question, but a command, never letting his pace slip not even for one second.

You swallow, your voice comes out broken and trembling with every harsh thrust “do you-“ “do I what , baby?” His hand slides from your hair to the back of your neck, holding you still. You hesitate, do you ask him why he has photos of you?, why everyone seems terrified of him?- your mind spins but then he hits that spot inside of you that makes your mind melt. A desperate whine comes out of you before you can stop it and Titus laughs cruelly, thumb swiping under your eye to catch a tear as he leans down to sigh against your neck “that pretty little head shouldn’t be full while I’m fucking you.”

The words should scare you, maybe they do in a way- but unfortunately your body betrays you , clenching around him so hard he hisses. “Good girl, such a good lamb” he coos against your ear, the praise makes you mewl embarrassingly loudly against the mattress - god what the hell is wrong with you?, you’re crying into the sheets, being fucked half senseless by a man who clearly has problems and most definitely gets off to photos of you in your sleep- Yet all you can think about is how good his voice sounds when he calls you that.