You swallow back the whimper rising from the depths of your throat, feeling your mouth run dry for a few seconds at the newfound quietude of the mirror maze.

He hovers, letting the darkness of his presence loom over your shaking figure before striking, wrapping his arms around your waist, and smirking darkly at the squeal that escapes you.

“Please! Let me go!” You sob, quivering in his hold as he manhandles you to fit in with his front; hands tightly held in one of his while the other tugs at your locks, bulging crotch against your ass as he makes you stare at yourself in the unruliness of a state you’re in through the hundreds of mirrors.

You can’t see him from behind his leather-like silver mask, but his intensified stare and blonde hair give him away.

You shake your head, chin wobbling when you talk, “don’t do this- please, dray.”

His stare staggers, but the prominent growth in hardness of the tent flush against your ass confirms that the nickname does nothing but excite him more.

He takes a deep breath, and cranes his neck to fit his face in the crook of your neck, “you remember our safe word, don’t you, doll?” He’s whispering this time, in a way where he wants to hide what he’s saying.

You hiss when his cool mask rubs on your tender flesh, but you still manage a small nod, even with his grip on your hair. “Yes,” you reply, voice just as low. He hums, “good. Because I’m not stopping until you’re fucking swollen with my kids,”

A moan is suppressed from your part, visage down in shame over how damp your panties turned at the threat. 

His hands knead harshly at the soft mounds on your chest, nipples tightening, his thumb runs over them. “As pretty as ever, angel,” he breathes, blood rushing to his groin as you unconsciously arch your ass back to him; he mumbles a curse.

“No-” you heave, stopping his wrist from where it hovered over your heat. 

His brows raise, though you can’t tell because of his mask, but even through the mirror his stare burns. 

“No?” he mimics, “you not gonna let me touch what’s mine now?” 

You swallow, “begging” with your eyes, even so your hips buckle slightly to the familiar vein-corded, big, arms. He notices, “fucking slut

“You, little girl,” he takes your face in one hand, “don’t tell me what to do.” He growls, cupping you through your panties, the flimsy skirt you opted on wearing only benefiting him. “This sweet pussy is mine whether you like it or not.”

Tears burn your retinas, and his fingers twirling over your mess of a panties make you shudder.

He feigns a gasp, “what’s this?” A finger is nestled between your slick folds, causing you to whine, “my little princess is all wet from her big bad boyfriend chasing her bratty arse, huh?”

“Ex,” you hiss quietly, pouting up at him through one of the mirrors. In the blink of an eye, he’s knuckles-deep inside you as you grip his forearm, mewling at the sudden burn.

“You fucking bitch—“ he grunts, manhandling you so you’re pressed against the cool glass, head turned to the side, where you get a clear view of his side profile in one of the mirrors— of his hand up your skirt, it was an obscene scenario truly.

“I’m done with you acting up like a dumb brat,” he shakes his head, thrusting another finger inside you as your hot breath fogs the mirror, “We’re gonna be together until the end of fucking times and that’s final— ” he pauses, smirking, “and this wet cunt of yours certainly likes the idea.”

You mewl, heating up in shame.

“Draco,” you sob, closing your eyes tighter as your pussy twitches around his thick digits.

He thrums, “can feel you squeezing me, doll, that feels good, huh? Feels good getting this dumb pussy off after so long?” He coos, tone tight and low as you cry out, desperate to reach cloud nine.

Your sex pulses around him uncontrollably, clit dragging against his palm as he breathes laboredly, your own growing short and ragged.

Lewd sounds come from between your legs, your gush slipping past your stretched slit, forming a puddle beneath you. Your mouth hangs open, silent cries falling on deaf ears, due to Draco’s fixated gaze on your pussy.

“You gonna cum?”

You shake your head, sealing your lips.

He snarls behind his mask, “brat,” you quiet, avoiding eye contact. “you know damn well I’ll have you squirting when I force my cock in your cunt if I make you cum right now. You just hate to admit how fucking wet that makes you.”

Your moan almost chokes from how wantoned it came, vision flashing with hot white as you spill around his fingers, his smug chuckle punching at your gut.

You swallow the rock-sized lump in your throat, feeling the buzz of your high lower, heart still thumping against your ribcage.

“D-dray?” you croak, squinting when the lights flicker.

He overshadows you, taking fulfillment in your barely noticeable quiver when his hands come in contact with your waist.

“I’m right here, bunny,” he whispers.

You weep, shaking your head, “please,”

“You’ll be good, won’t you?” His voice softens, “you’ll let me take you nice and good, without putting up any fight, right?”

You breath shakily, tears streaming past the apples of your cheeks as you look at him through the mirror, gasping slightly when he a utters a, “try to run.” You don’t even make it to a turn when his hand lashes out, bringing you back to his chest, though now you’re facing him, hard nipples rubbing against his hefty upper half, this makes him grumble a fuck.

The blonde lolls his head back on his own shoulder, cracking his neck and paying no mind to your weak attempts at getting away from him. “Poor slut,” he speaks softly, “bet you’re so scared I’ll fill you up so good you’ll want more,” he says, taking your chin in his fingers.

A whimper rises rom your throat, eyes shuttering close as he undoes his belt, but you certainly didn’t expect for the expensive leather to be around your neck next, another dam of emotions welling up behind your eyes.

“W-What are you doing?” You question, shivering as the belt tightens around your throat. He smiles wickedly, you can tell by his eyes that he is, “just wanna make sure you stay in place. I do remember how squirmy you get, baby.”

His hands are on your shoulders, and in seconds you find yourself on your back, blubbering behind your tears as his cock springs free, a throaty moan escaping him. Your poor cunt puckers at the sight, humming in need when your skirt is being lifted up once again.

“My god, you’re a fucking sight for sore eyes, baby,” he grunts, tapping the head of his cock against your twitching clit.

You moan, grimacing at the soreness in your tone, the belt rubbing against the hot skin of your neck.

His cock drenches in your juices, balls drawing up when he forcefully pushes in unexpectedly, making you shriek; a full ring of slick covers the thick base after the single thrust, and your head lays against the floor dully in embarrassment, a trial in avoiding his malicious eyes.

“Poor thing’s embarrassed huh? Over how much this cunt misses me,” he says, soothing your clammy nub with his thumb.

The traitorous flesh takes him whole, greedily sucking him in when he rolls his hips against yours.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you pant, pushing yourself to your elbow as his groans hit your ears; you peek out from his shoulder, taking in the reflection on the other end of the room, seeing his back muscles ripple through his black shirt, thighs tense from how hard he’s fucking you— hard enough he has you toppling to the ground once again, you fall with a petulant grunt.

The corner of your eyes catches his hand leaving its place next to your head, and a whine chokes out of you when his hand wraps around the belt. “You fucking lay there and take it, dumb slut- I don’t wanna hear another noise from you,” he grits, letting his eyes fall on your creaming pussy, walls constricting his cock.

“So tight- fuck. When we’re back at the manor I’ll take you on every fucking surface on the way to the room,” he promises, hissing as you pulse around him.

Your lip is folded between your teeth, and the tang of blood meets your tastebuds, but you don’t have time to dwell on that, not when your ex’s cock drives in and out of your hole at an inhumane pace.

His cock thickens impossibly inside you, thrusts stuttering as his breath shortens. Your hands fist his shirt, mouth agape in a silent cry as your juices soak your lower half.

This makes his eyes flash dark, spilling his seed with a final deep thrust, spraying your walls with white as you sniffle through your peak.

“Yes baby, give it to me,” he purrs, “guess I still knew my way around this useless hole,” he chuckles, pulling out to watch his cum drool out of your abused channel.

His hands lifts to remove his mask, and your eyes soften, tears coming to a halt as he smiles lazily.

It takes you by surprise when a rain of kisses fall on your tear-stained face, your little giggles ringing the bells of his heart.

“This doesn’t mean we’re back together, Malfoy, it’s just harmless fun” you warn, squinting at him.

He smirks, “we’ll see about that, bunny.”

———

“hello l/n, good evening.” draco greeted you as you got in the car. “hello mr malfoy, good evening to you too.” you said back politely while buckling your seat belt. “right, so you do know what we're going to do?” he asked.

“yes, ofcourse. we spy the warrington and find out who is their new 'big' recruit.” you replied coolly, you sounded so confident but in the inside you were shaking. You hoped that you didn't miss anything wrong.

“atta girl, now let's go.” he chuckled darkly, whilst he drove.

Your breath hitched, damn it. You were panicking on the inside, did he really just call you atta girl? You silently clenched your thighs together you silently hoped he didn't see.

Little did you know, he did. he smirked on the inside,and was already imagining the things he'd do to you.

You were such an innocent girl, so young, so beautiful and yet already joining in violent activities at the age of 20.

He had watch you from afar, watching your every move and your every thought with ofcourse a charm. He was excited to lay his hands on you, with consent ofcourse.

you were going back and forth on your phone, going to Instagram, Facebook, messenger. Just trying to look as if your doing something on your phone, but in reality you were already making a patch onto your lacy panties.

You noticed the time was 10pm, and the GPS calculated you'd both arrive by 11:35pm at the warringtons head quarters.

you were in for a long ride.

‘you have arrived to your destination, thank you for choosing Digital Wizarding GPS.’ a robotic voice said blankly.

“looks like we're here.” draco announced, you tore your eyes off your phone and looked at your surroundings. you saw a underground entrance with a few motorcycles parked inside.

now, both of you had to just wait.

seconds, minutes passed by and no sign of the new member coming out of the underground entrance.

draco kept switching the channel on the radio, whilst you look around anxiously.

an hour or two finally passed by it was already 1:05 am , and still no sign again.

you noticed mr. malfoy gripping the steering wheel tightly his veiny hands. you couldn't help but stare. you imagined that he'd be gripping your thighs as he rammed himself onto you , moaning praises onto your ear.

“what are you staring at kid?” he smirked , a pink hue crept up onto your cheeks. “n-nothing mr. malfoy..” you giggle nervously hoping he'd buy your pathetic lie. “hm, dont act so innocent baby.” he said seductively.

“w-what?” you asked, you mentally cringed at yourself for sounding incredibly innocent. “don't pretend that you arent thinking naughty things about me the whole ride baby.” fuck how did he know.

you choked onto your saliva, “how did you-”

“legilimency darling, you aren't sneaky enough to hide your dirty thoughts about me angel.” he lets go off the steering wheel and cups your cheeks.

“look at you, so innocent yet you have dirty thoughts about your boss?”

you didn't respond to him, he brought himself closer to you and placed his lips onto yours.

god— his lips felt amazing, its abit chapped, but really soft .

you kissed back with alittle force you had left, hoping you'd win domination over him, but obviously he won and already left so many bruises onto your neck.

“fuck— your so hot.. angel wants me to take you here on m’car.” he said while rubbing himself on your neck, “sir...” you moaned. “please sir..” you begged for more.

draco couldn't take it anymore he needed to be inside you.

“go to the backseat now.” he demanded, you quickly stood up your seat while you were doing so your dress showed your wet panties to draco and he groaned at the sight of the panties.

he quickly followed you after and took of his clothes as you see stripped too.

he swore he cummed at the sight, seeing your breasts being exposed in the cold air, he kneeled down and sucked onto one of your nipples making you moan at his action, but he quickly removed himself and he looked afraid?

“are you sure you want to do this y/n?” he asked a side of draco malfoy you have never seen before was speaking to you, “yes. i want this draco.” you replied desperately while grinding your clothed core with his.

he attached his lips back onto your nipple sucking,nipping,kissing it passionately.

all could draco think of is ‘fuck the stake out.’

he quickly removed his boxers, letting you see his cock. you drooled at the sight, you knew Draco's size was big but not THAT big.

his tip was already oozing out the white sticky substance.

“im gonna fuck you okay?” he said while placing you onto his lap. “please do..sir..” his member hardened at the nickname ‘sir’.

“okay baby, lets take these pretty panties off you first.” he tore off the panties and threw it somewhere across the car. “now where were we?”

draco slowly inserts himself onto your core, and you both moaned at the feeling of being inside eachother, it was like your both puzzle pieces. you were meant to click together.

“mm.. sir your so big..” you groaned at his size, “im gonna make sure this slutty pussy is all full with my babies alright?” just the thought of him already filling you up with his juices made you wanna scream.

“please do s-sir!”

draco thrusted himself onto you, as you kissed his neck and left love bites all over.

the sound of skin slapping is all that you can hear inside the car, draco wouldn't be surprised if someone found out. both of you were being loud, very loud.

“such a slut aren't you? this was supposed to be a stake out, but here we are.” draco chuckled darkly while slapping your ass, “m’sorry sir..you just look so- so pretty...” you shamelessly bounced on his dick, “couldnt help it.”

draco just smirked at you and placed his lips with yours, tounges dancing together„ you didn't wanna remove your lips from his, so did he. but obviously you both needed air, you both panted together and went back to fucking eachother.

“angel, you look so perfect like this..” draco confessed as he moves a strand of hair outof your face, “mm..thank you sir.” you could sense that the both of you were almost at your high.

“sir c-can i cum? please?” you pleaded vigorously, “with those manners ofcourse, cum right after me a-angel.” his uneven breaths made you proud of yourself because you made him like that.

as orgasm, washed over the both of you and you felt so relieved. you lay your head onto Draco's naked chest while both of your liquids were currently staining the car seats.

“you were such a good girl for me, how are you feeling?” he asked caringly. “m'okay..”

“you arent bad as i thought kid.”

“whats that supposed to mean?”

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Draco had left around about an hour ago for one of his meetings, leaving you alone in the manor. You had decided to wait for him in your bedroom, shuffling slightly in the bedsheets as you grew more impatient.

The throbbing in between your legs had been there for a while now, not going away even after you tried to distract yourself, and it was starting to become slightly painful.

Touching yourself without permission was against the rules, and you knew this, but as time went by you grew more and more desperate; resorting to rutting against a pillow to relieve some of the pressure.

Finally, you gave in. Leaning back in the bed, you spread your legs apart and crept your hands up your silk nightdress— pushing your panties to the side and slowly rubbing the pad of your pointer finger against your clit.

You let out a small whimper, resting your head back against the pillow as you increased the speed of your hand; desperate for that sweet release you've been craving for so long.

Just as you were about to reach your high, the door to the bedroom suddenly opened. You let out a small scream as you were startled, and quickly removed your hand before turning your head to see who had interrupted you.

"Well, bunny," Draco smirked, leaning against the doorframe, "What exactly were you doing?" You blushed, moving your gaze from his eyes down to your hands. He tutted and got up from the doorframe, slowly walking towards you.

His hand grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him, "I asked you a fucking question, didn't I?" he spat, a mix of lust and anger in his eyes. You whimpered at his tone, "M'sorry, Daddy,"

"So? What were you doing?" Draco repeated himself, moving his hand from your face and dropping it back by his side. Embarrassment filled you as you stumbled over your words, "I was— I was touching myself, Daddy," you explained meekly, the red not budging from your cheeks.

He let out a low chuckle, "Without my fucking permission, eh?"

Draco's hand found it's way onto your chest, pushing you down onto your back as he climbed over you. The sight of him above you made you whimper lowly, your thighs rubbing together as to relieve some of the pressure in your aching cunt.

"Such a naughty girl, huh?" he almost growled, his hand moving from your chest to your neck, "Bunny couldn't even wait a couple of hours for Daddy to fuck her dumb,"

His fingers put pressure on the sides of your neck, not enough to make you breathless but just enough to make you slightly dizzy. Moaning quietly at the touch, you bucked your hips up into his, "Said m'sorry Daddy, just want you so bad," Draco tutted, moving his hand from your throat and sitting back so he was in between your legs.

As if it were muscle memory, your opened your legs and looked up at him with pleading eyes— silently begging for him to touch you.

"Such a fucking whore for me, aren't you bunny?" his fingers crept up your thighs, slowly inching towards your dripping core. Finally, Draco made contact with your soaked panties, rubbing your clit through the thin material.

"Yes, gods, such a whore for you, Daddy," you moaned at the contact, pressing your hips down further onto his hand. The blonde delivered a slap to your thigh, making you gasp, "Don't be so fucking needy, y'lucky your even getting this after disobeying me,"

After just a few moments of stimulation, Draco drew his hand back and you had to stop yourself from letting out a whine-- knowing all too well he'd just punish you even more. His rough hands came to lift your hips up, helping you slide off your cotton underwear so he would have more access to you.

Once the material was gone and discarded on the bedroom floor, Draco pushed your legs open and leant down so he was eye-level with your throbbing cunt. When you felt his hot breath ghost over your clit, you shivered; the anticipation for what was about to happen causing you to rock your hips lightly.

"Can't believe you're this needy," he tutted, arms coming to wrap around your thighs, "And to think I got you off this morning, as well," As soon as he finished speaking, Draco immediately started running his tongue up your slit-- teasing you in the most perfect way.

Letting out a soft mewl, you pushed your hips back onto his face, making him chuckle. Deciding to stop teasing you, he pressed his tongue onto your clit and started making small circle motions; pulling a moan from you, "Hmph~ Daddy,"

You gasped when you felt two fingers pushing into your entrance, stretching you out. Draco set a fast and hard pace with his fingers, thrusting them in and out whilst making 'come hither' motions so the tips of them hit that special bundle of nerves perfectly.

With stimulation on your clit and inside of you, you felt yourself coming closer and closer to your high and your thigh began to tremble. "M'gonna cum Daddy, please l-let me cum," you pleaded through breathy moans, your hips grinding down on his hand as his actions increased in speed-- making you throw your head back and bite your lip with a whimper.

Just before you reached that release, Draco pulled his hand away from you, bringing his hand up to his lips to lick off your arousal, "Needy bitches don't get to cum, do they bunny?" he smirked, passing you your underwear and standing up from the bed.

You whined and squirmed on the bed, a pout on your lips, "I said I was sorry, Daddy," you frowned, slowly sitting up from your position when you realized Draco wasn't going to get you off.

When he finally neared the end of his meetings, he retreated home to his office, pouring whiskey into a crystal glass, relaxing as the familiar tinkling of the ice reached his ears. His feet rested on the desk as he drank, staring off at nothing, letting the weight of the day wash away in the silence.

He faintly wondered where you were. Draco was used to his sweet little girlfriend greeting him whenever he returned home, waiting at the door like a puppy. Your innocent excitement alone was often enough to make him forget the stress of the day, though now you were absent. 

He didn’t worry too much. 

Despite being in the mafia, Draco wasn’t hyper controlling of you like many of his peers were with their girls. He trusted you, you’d earned it. After so many years of loyalty and nearly absolute obedience, as well as self defense training, Draco had a long leash with you. It allowed him to worry about one less thing, letting you take some of the burden of anxiety.

As if you could hear Draco’s thoughts of you, the door cracked open, allowing you to step inside his large office, immediately closing it behind you.

Draco lost interest in the whiskey when you came into view, clad only in very, very expensive black lingerie. It had been designed to fit your body, showing off every curve and asset, swirling over your skin and making you look like a piece of artwork.

To Draco, you were perfect, both in spirit, and physically. Draco loved everything about you, the concept of flaws and insecurity unknown to him. You were the epitome of absolute perfection, his lover that hung the sun and the moon.

Draco gazed at you like a starved man, ravenous for your body. Though, when you stepped into his reach, his touch was incredibly gentle. That’s how he was, existing in a state of ferocity, though softened into tenderness by you. You balanced him, reminding him of his humanity, something that often got lost in the mafia.

“You look beautiful,” he spoke, silver eyes admiring every inch of you.

You knew what he needed. Business had been rough recently, calling for late nights and extra bullets. You didn’t need him to tell you, either. You knew your lover like the back of your hand, memorizing every tiny detail about Draco.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Come here,” he whispered, bringing a hand to your face and gently pulling you into a kiss.

Your lips met his in a soft embrace, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. It was soothing in its familiarity. You never grew tired of Draco, only loving him more as time passed. 

He brought his feet off the desk to sit up, moving so he could ease you to straddle his lap in the brown leather chair. His hands smoothed up your thighs, going to squeeze the soft flesh. Your lips parted, deepening the kiss with Draco as he touched you, melting into him.

“Sorry,” you breathed with a small laugh, apologizing for the shudder and goosebumps that rose on your skin as he trailed his fingertips up your sides.

“It’s a little cold in here, yeah?” He smiled, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“A little bit.”

You traced your fingertips over his cheekbone, touching the sharp features as he studied your body, following the intricate lace patterns with his eyes.

“Can I take you to bed? I want absolutely no distractions from my baby.”

“Please,” you agreed. Draco had made it a habit to gently ask your permission for you, never allowing you to feel pressured into things you didn’t desire. In his work, he was the boss, and he made every decision, but with you, you had all of the choices. 

He left his phone in the office, standing with you still wrapped around his upper body. Your head rested on his shoulder as he carried you to your shared bedroom— a solace for you both, filled with memories of intimacy.

Draco gently set you down, and your fingers instantly went to the buttons on his black shirt. He let you undress him, smiling as your delicate fingers brushed over his skin. He slipped a designer belt from the loops, watching as you stared at it in his hand.

“What’s that look?” He asked, kissing the tension in your forehead.

“Nothing, I was just thinking.”

“Thinking…?”

“I’m glad you’re not pulling the belt off to use it on me,” you answered, feeling suddenly shy.

He laughed, setting it aside and wrapping his arms around you. You giggled when he suggested he punish you for being so sweet, and you pushed him off gently. You stretched out on the bed, folding your arms under your head and gazing at him over your shoulder. 

You took the moment to stare at him, beautiful, tall, and all lean muscle. Draco was fair, with silver eyes and white hair, as if the moon itself were a person. He knelt behind you, kissing down your spine and squeezing your hips. 

Draco carefully manhandled you onto your back, so you were splayed out before him to be devoured. You reached for the clasp behind you, halting as he caught your wrists.

“No, I want to fuck you in this. You look so pretty, I’m not ready to undress you yet.”

You wrapped your hands around his forearm, nodding and accepting a quick kiss. He gently pried the lacey panties to the side, running his finger along your slit before teasing your clit. A breathless gasp escaped you as he prodded your entrance with the tip of his cock, pushing in slowly as he rubbed your clit, forcing your body to relax as he filled you. 

“How does that feel?”

You tried to answer, but a broken whimper came out instead, making Draco smile proudly. 

“My darling girl, can’t even speak when you’re full of me,” he teased gently, his hands exploring your body, groping and squeezing you as his hips hit deep, steady thrusts. 

You arched your back, pushing your breasts into his hands, squealing as he tugged on your nipples through the thin lace. Hickeys were left on the skin that peeked out between the fabric, marking you as his. 

His fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties, tugging down to see the initials, D. L. M. tattooed between your hips, a sign of your commitment to him. Draco leaned down to press his lips to the inked letters, the burning sensuality of it all making you tumble into bliss, coming so hard your vision blurred. 

He beamed down at you, lost in the sight of your own ecstasy, pouring into you as you squeezed around him, writhing and crying out his name in broken squeals. He slipped two fingers in your mouth, letting you suck on them gently as tears slid from your eyes, consoling your shaking form. Draco gently shushed you, pressing down on your tongue and letting himself soften inside of you. You lost track of how long you spent like that, barely registering when his body retreated from yours.

“Where’s your head at, pretty girl?” 

You just hummed in response, hardly able to open your eyes. Draco gently cleaned you up, slipping the lingerie off of you and exchanging it for silk, monogrammed pajamas.

“Don’t go,” you whimpered as he slid sweatpants on, heading toward the door. 

“My darling, I’ll be right back. Don’t fuss,” he spoke, kissing you.

You were nearly asleep when he returned, happy when he snuggled you in his arms. 

“You looked so beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, tracing over tattoos that adorned his chest.

“I might have to buy you some more pretty lingerie.”

“Really?!” you gasped excitedly, making him grin.

Maybe one of these nights, he will stop drinking from the whisky glass he’s always holding and drink from her lips instead. Maybe one of these nights she’ll be brave enough to approach him and tell him off for leaving her hanging after that night. She’d love to straddle his lap and innocently grind her hips against him to make him regret leaving just a bit. She’d abandon every reasoning as to why she shouldn’t rub her barely covered cunt against his slacks and just get off to him. 

But for now, pretending like she didn’t see him would have to do.

The lights keep flickering around her and the music does nothing to pacify her steadily spiraling thoughts. The more she stands on the stage, moving her hips, bending purposefully low to give him a show, the more she wants him. She’s not the only one in the bar that wants him though. Every night, she hears whispers and exchanges about him in the changing room amongst the other girls.

He is wickedly infamous.

More than half the town is terrified of him because makes the people that defy him pay for it–dearly. Apparently his father used to work for some guy that’s “evil incarnate” and after his father’s untimely demise, the mantle was passed on to Draco. Or at least that’s what the gossip tells her. 

The girls keep trying their luck with him every night and it makes her skin crawl. She knows she shouldn’t be jealous. He probably doesn’t even remember her. 

She still remembers how he called her his precious flower when he fucked her against the shelf of that bookstore though. How he had carefully placed his weapons on an empty table before he’d undressed. She hadn’t asked him a word about it. She’d dare not. 

While he was buried inside her, he had promised he’d protect her. From what, or who she doesn’t know but still, he’d vowed. He’d promised he’d be there when she woke up the next day. 

Empty promises. Ones he probably made during the throes of passion. 

Trouble. 

He is the devil himself, walking amidst people. He is disguised cleverly in a designer suit and she is this close to walking up to him to make a bargain. 

Before she can act on her urges, she walks away and out of the back door of the club into a back alley.

Day after day, focusing on her job is becoming increasingly tiresome. She’s tried so hard to run from burnout but it is slowly catching up to her. At least she’s paid off most of her mum’s medical bills. She can now afford to quit this job and support herself and her mother on her bookstore clerk salary. 

Of course, it would mean she’d no longer see Draco every night but maybe it's for the best. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here?” A voice creeps up from behind her and raises prickles on her bare skin. A man in a suit with his hands stuffed into his pocket. 

She ignores him, dismissing him for a drunken strip club customer but deep down she knows he wasn’t in there tonight. Heart steadily thumping in her chest cavity, she pushes past him in hopes of walking away but he grabs her wrist before she has the chance to get away.

“You’re Malfoy’s girl, aren't ya?” The man lets out an ominous laugh. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t bother pretending.” His grip on her arm tightens. “You are the reason he’s quit. I followed him around for a few nights trying to see what he’s been doing. The boss will be interested to know he left everything for some slut that takes her clothes off for cash.”

“Fuck you.” She spits, her free hand lands on his face with a thud and he grips both her hands before she can flee. “Let me go.” She struggles to get free. “I said Let. me. Go.”

The man simply snorts and pushes her back against a wall, eyes saturated in malice. She needs to act quick and give this fucker a piece of her mind..and maybe her shoe. As he moves in closer, she uses all her might to lift her feet up. 

He thinks he’s caught a helpless girl. So let it seem that way. What he doesn't know is that this girl helps herself. 

With one loud stomp, she steps down on his shoes with her pleaser heels, and she revels in the sound of his loud groan of pain. While he may be armed, he seems to be too dimwitted because she uses the distraction to throw a punch at his face and make a run for it. 

Breathing heavy and eyes welling up with tears, she runs to the end of the alley and doesn’t see who she collides into. An arm snakes up around her waist preventing her from falling as she looks up. 

His grey eyes hold thunderous storm clouds. His chest heaves up and down and his nostrils are flared. 

“Are you okay?” Draco asks but she is too stunned to give anything but a nod. He acknowledges this and releases her, pushing her behind him as if he were a shield. Draco is rigid. He is tall and stands firmly on the ground. She can only see a portion of her attacker from behind his shoulder. 

He is still clutching his nose and Draco waits for him to stand back up, clenching his fists. 

“Malfoy?” The man spits blood and looks up, surprised to see him.

“You know, I never particularly liked you, Amycus.” Draco mutters, taking a step towards him. 

“Riddle’s going to be thrilled to find out why you quit working for him.” Amycus smiles in a way that makes her sick to her stomach. 

Draco lunges at him, and grips him by the collar. “Keep her out of this.” 

“She was caught up in all this the day you found your way to her bed.” Amycus chokes out, short of air but smiling sinisterly nonetheless. “Tell me Malfoy, was she so good at suckin’ cock that you forgot about pledging your life to Riddle?”

Draco slams him to the wall, and punches him. Amycus punches right back. 

The sounds of fists colliding against each other echoes through the empty alleyway while the two of them roll on the glistening rain soaked cobblestone floor.  

“Tell Riddle to stay the hell away from me. You understand?” Draco slams his fist repeatedly on Amycus’s face before standing up and dusting his blazer. 

From his waistband, He pulls out a pistol and points it right at Amycus on the floor. His aim is somewhere along Amycus’s hand and his fingers barely touch the trigger. 

“Get the fuck up.” Draco spits out and Amycus curses to himself but obeys. She’d never seen his side of Draco. It terrifies her. “That’s it. Now tell her how sorry you are.” 

“What?” Amycus hisses but Draco merely smiles, unrestrained power exuding from his every movement. 

“Ah, allow me to say it in words your puny brain might understand. Get on your fucking knees and grovel, fucking apologize for laying your hands on her.” 

Amycus’s expression turns sour but he drops on his knee spits out a sorry like it’s venom. He looks like he wants to reach for his own gun but even so, he hesitates. Draco has some strange sort of command over him. 

“Was that so hard?” Draco shakes his head and lowers his weapon. “Now run back to Riddle and tell him to stay the fuck away from me. If I ever see you around here, I won’t hesitate to pull the fucking trigger.” 

Amycus grunts but Draco doesn’t even bother to entertain it. He just places his hand on the small of her back and guides her away. 

Adrenaline is still running through her veins and she is unable to piece her thoughts together. That’s probably why she blurts what she blurts. 

“Who’s Riddle?”

“He’s a bad decision I made once.” Draco answers, his voice blunt. 

“Is he after you?”

He doesn’t answer. He pauses his footsteps to turn to look at her. “Are you okay?” He asks instead. 

She nods before blurting again. 

“What are you doing here? At the Bar?—why are you here every night when you fucking disappeared after fucking me that night?!”

His harsh eyes soften, they melt. He hesitantly places his hands on both her shoulders and looks right into her eyes. 

“I promised.” He whispers. “I promised I’d look after you, remember?”

****

It’s her last night working at the strip club. She is still in the changing room, combing her hair brush through her locks when her friend, April walks up to her. 

She’s already dressed in a black two piece lingerie and her hair is piled high on her head into a ponytail. April was a crowd favourite. 

“There’s a special request for you tonight.” She informs, leaning in front of the mirror to fix her lipstick. 

“For me?”

“Yes, he says he doesn’t want anyone else and he’s offering to pay upfront. He’s seated in that lonesome chair in between the booths. I’d go for it if I were you. It’s good money.” 

April is right. She could do with some extra cash, maybe pay for her mum’s utilities in advance. 

“Is he hot at least?” She jokes and April widens her eyes, letting out a low whistle. 

“Hottie.” She replies spelling each word. 

Chuckling to herself, she walks out of the change room only to be met with a surprise. April wasn’t joking when she said he was hot. He was hellfire. He was a fallen angel. 

“You’re back.” She crosses her arms across her chest, anxiously tapping her left foot. She somehow still feels intimidated in his presence even when she stands tall in front of him in her highest heels. 

“So I am.” He smiles just a little. It is enough to make her nervous and she hates that he has that effect on her. She’s been stripping for about a year now, and she rarely feels this way in front of clients. But then again, this is no ordinary client. This is Draco Malfoy. More than half of the people in this club are afraid to even speak his name or look him in the eye. 

“Why?”

“I thought your friend over there told you why.” 

He looks at her with such intense focus that it makes her want to clamp her legs together and cover herself up. Her panties are already a mess and she doesn't want him to know what he does to her. It would give him too much power. 

She lets out a quiet exhale and slowly places her knees on either side of his legs, pressing her hands firmly on his solid chest to balance herself. She doesn't even have to look around to see that everyone is silently watching her straddle him. People have stopped watching the stage to look at them without even bothering to hide their curiosity, their envy. 

“Focus, my precious flower.” He trails his hands along her sides till they are resting firmly on her hips, slowly pressing her up against him. He is rock hard underneath her and knowing that she made him that way shoots thrill up her veins. She thinks it's strange how he asks her to focus when she can feel embers everywhere he touches her. 

“They’re all watching us.” She whispers, slowly moving her hips, testing out a pattern. Her barely covered clit rubs against his muscular thighs and it makes her want to moan. Draco seems equally aroused because he tightens his grasp on her hips to move her faster against him. 

“Good.” He whispers back, using one of his hands to shift her lace panty to the side. He presses a finger against the apex of her thighs and rubs a slow lemniscate to collect her wetness. “Then they’ll know that you belong to me.They’ll know that this pussy is all mine.” Draco removes his finger from her core and pops it into his mouth to lick her juices clean. 

She can hear low whispers all around her now. Even as the music blares around them and the bass makes the floors shudder like its going to crackle apart. The logical half of her knows It should bug her that so many eyes are fixed on them but all logic is thrown away when he slowly leans over to attach his mouth on the base of her neck. 

Unable to do anything, she takes a minute to close her eyes and focus on his teeth grazing her flesh. It stings just a little before he uses his tongue to lap at the bruise. The heat in her lower belly gets harder and harder to ignore and brush off with every kiss he places on her neck. 

“Fuck, you are so wet.” He pauses to look down at the mess she’d unknowingly made by rubbing herself on his trousers. 

“It's your fault.” She admits, looking away from him. She feels embarrassed that she’s so turned on by this situation. Strippers aren’t allowed to fuck clients in the open. Its club policy. She knows shouldn’t want to fuck him there and yet, him staking his claim on her like this gets her off. “It’s all your fault.”

He chuckles darkly before reaching for her hand. His knuckles are still bruised and she wants to kiss his bruises. She wants to kiss him. As if he were reading her mind, Draco brings her hand to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles before lowering it down. 

“And this is your fault.” He hisses out, placing her hand on his erection. “Do you know how many nights I’ve spent in this club, watching you? Wishing I could bend you over the arm of this chair or one of the tables and fuck your pretty pussy in front of all these fuckers that keep watching you?”

There is no thrill in playing it safe. She had known that the moment she allowed this man to wreck her in that bookstore all those months ago. People like Draco Malfoy don't go to heaven. People like him, carry you bridal-style to the depths of hell and bestow you with all the forbidden pleasures the world has to offer. 

“Draco please..”

“You like that they can see everything, don't you?” Draco nibbles on the shell of her ear while his hands ghost along the hem of her panty. “Tell me you don’t. Just say the word and I’ll stop everything. I’ll pay you for your excellent services and I’ll walk away.”

“Don't stop.” She blurted. “Please, don't stop. Don’t walk away from me. Not this time.”

Something inside of his eyes flickers and his hard jaw suddenly softens. He blinks a few times before shaking his head. “I’m incapable of walking away from you.” His voice comes out raw, hoarse and sincere. “I thought I could but fuck, I was so stupid to think I could walk away from you..” He closes his eyes and places a silky kiss on her forehead. “Your bewitching eyes…” He backs away only to attach his lips to hers. “Your pouty little lips..” He murmurs between her lips as he slowly pushes her panty aside to push a finger in. “Your tight little pussy.”

Now she is fully arching her back and bucking her lips to press herself further into his touch. He seems to notice because he chuckles. 

“You know, everyone can see what I’m doing to you right?” He murmurs in between kisses. “The way I finger you, the way you glisten with wetness under these neon lights.”

“I don’t care.” She whines. There had always been a hint of darkness inside of her. She knows Draco is aware of it because his demons duel with her own as he fingers her in front of everyone in the club in that chair. 

He possessively sucks on her neck, marking her everywhere he gets and she shudders in pleasure. “I just don’t want this to stop.”

“Who said anything about stopping, hm?” He looks her deep in the eye as if silently asking for permission. There is always a distant sort of aura surrounding him and she knows he’s still keeping her at arms length. But his eyes never lie to her. His eyes are gentle and vulnerable and true and she feels this need to give in to him. 

“Yes.” She nods, giving him a verbal answer as she reaches for his zipper and pulls him out. His tip is throbbing and shining with pre cum and it makes her more wet knowing it's just for her. “Yes, Draco.” She confirms again and he doesn’t hesitate after that. 

Silk and lace are so flimsy and so easy to rip and she expects him to rip her panties into ribbons. Instead, Draco pulls her closer to him and pushes her panties to the side so he can coat himself with her arousal before pushing in. 

“I’m going to ruin these panties later.” He smiles. 

When he pushes to her hilt, a moan bubbles from her throat and she feels her cheeks burn when she realizes how loud she was. It doesn’t seem to bother him. If anything, he  thrusts his own hips, resting his head on her chest as he grunts. The sound makes her want to come. 

“Gonna make a mess out of you my perfect little flower.” He grunts. “That’ll show them you are mine.”

There is a tiny voice in her head that sighs in relief thinking about the resignation she’d handed in last night. He was claiming her in front of everyone present and there was no way in hell anyone was going to approach her after seeing this. 

She was his and only his and lord save them from his wrath if they even lift an eye to look at her. 

“I want you to be mine too.” She whispers quietly between her moans and he looks her in the eye again, his hips still thrusting. “Can you be mine, Draco. Please don’t say no.”

His brows crinkle as he uses both his hands to cup her face and press her forehead to his. 

“Haven't you realized this already?” He murmurs softly. “I’ve been yours since the day you let me in and away from the storm.” 

The clear cut honesty in his voice makes her heart hurt. The pain is so sharp, so strong, so bittersweet that it pushes her off the edge of pleasure before she realizes it. She comes with such violence. Legs shaking, lips quivering and making a mess where they join. The room does nothing to hide their shock at the scene. She feels all eyes on her as she floats back to the galaxy. 

“Mine.” He groans, following soon after with such intensity that she is left wanting even more.

The deal with the devil is sealed. 

She is not going to look back. Come tomorrow, the world will know what went down in this strip club. If what happened in the back alley was a trailer, she can only imagine the size of the target on her back now that the world knows. 

Bruises, guns, daggers—Draco Malfoy was damned for all eternity.

But he isn’t spending his damnation alone. Not when he is still snug inside her. He looks at her like she is the only person in the room and she decides to put her faith in him. For better or for worse. 

For him, she’ll fight those back alley thugs.

For him she’ll bare her teeth and bite. 

The chair might as well be the throne of hell. Because if he so much as lifts a brow, everyone around them will kneel before him one after another, fucking terrified.

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