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The music flooded through her, body moving to the beat, screaming the lyrics as the crowd around her kept on dancing. By now she was feeling the effects of the shots she had drowned a few minutes ago, giggling with Victoria as both swayed to the music.

No longer did she focus on Damiano, but on the song that was currently echoing through the club, animating the drunk people to keep on moving. (Y/n) felt two hands getting placed on her waist, pulling her closer to a chest, locking her in place. She didn't know the guy, had never seen him before, but in that very moment she couldn't care less, allowing him to sway her around, grinding against her as she was getting lost in the beat.

From afar he was watching her with dark eyes, tightening his grip on his glass, wondering if she was realizing what was going on. Damiano finished his cigarette before he placed his drink down, making his way towards his stumbling girlfriend.

The guy kept whispering into her ear, trying to speak to the girl he wanted to keep close, not noticing the man that was nearing them two. (Y/n) didn't listen to the words the stranger spoke, eyes closed, allowing her body to lead on its own.

But the second another hand clamped down on her wrist she felt her body hurling forwards, crashing into a familiar chest, eyes wandering along the black ink she would trace with her fingers as she was pressed against him. The scent of his expensive cologne engulfed her, mixed with the scent of cigarettes and alcohol, a comforting scent she was longing for.

"What do you think you're doing, baby?" Damiano's breath tickled her throat, lips meeting her earlobes, eyes not leaving the stranger that had touched her once. Incoherent words spilled from her lips, slurring her reply, no longer caring about the music, hooked onto the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

"I-," a chuckle rumbled through (y/n), head lifted off his chest to press a kiss against his lips, tasting the cigarette he had just smoked on his tongue. She was pushing all the right buttons, adding fuel to the fire of jealousy that kept burning deep inside of him. The need to claim her body as his urged him on to add more pressure to their kiss, only breaking apart to pull her off the dancefloor, towards the barely alight toilet.

Her giggles got drowned out by the pain that shot through her as Damiano pressed her against the wall, locking the door behind him.

"Allowing another man to touch what's mine? You fucking brat." A hand got placed on her jawline, fingertips digging into her skin, forcing her to look at him, getting lost in his dark pupils. He wasn't loving and caring, though possessive and aggressive, ready to fuck her till she no longer knew how to walk.

"You'll be a good girl, you'll let me fuck your mouth and you'll thank me for it, understood?" Two fingers plunged into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue till glistening tears spilled from her eyes. Her smudged makeup ran down her cheeks, already looking fucked out as if he had forced his twitching cock into her for hours on end.

"Yes," she dropped to her knees, wincing as the cold, dirty floor met her skin, hands already working on his black leather trousers. The fabric of his see-through shirt exposed most parts of his tattooed upper body, a work of art she'd stare at whenever she'd get the chance to. Damiano looked dangerous, towering over her as she wanted to take all his anger off his shoulders, apologising for her behaviour.

The second she pulled his cock out of his boxers she had her lips wrapped around the tip, licking the skin clean, moaning at the taste of his precum. He felt heavy on her tongue, the velvety skin rested on the muscle as she tried to slacken her jaw, struggling to do so with the alcohol still running through her system.

Damiano wasn't a patient man, couldn't waste any time, hips jerking, cock sliding down her throat. His hands tugged on her roots, not giving her a chance to pull away as he fucked her mouth.

"Look at you-" a throaty moan ripped through the singer, "- such a slut for me, aren't you?" She hummed around his cock, glassy eyes not leaving his features once, admiring the almost concentrated expression he wore. Her clit throbbed against the soaked through fabric of her panties, desperate for some pressure, anything to soothe the ache her body was fighting against.

The corners of her mouth burned, just like her throat, not used to the heavy thrusts of his. He was hungry for his release, no longer thinking rationally. Her fingernails clawed into the skin of his thighs, holding onto him as he was ready to let go.

"Will you let me fuck you? I bet you're dripping, ready for me." He gave her a harsh push back, cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. Damiano pulled her back onto her feet, ripping the fabric of her dress up to her waist. The flimsy material of her panties snapped apart, exposing her dripping cunt to his hungry eyes.

With his palm pressed against her scalp she met the wall once again, leg hooked around his waist, allowing him to slip into her heat. His lips met hers, tongues battling to swallow their moans, the desperate groans that left their vocal cords aching.

Damiano pounded into her, cock slipping in and out of her at a fast pace. He wasn't making love to her, had to prove his dominance, had to burn bruises into her skin that would make her aware of their relationship, the connection both had to keep alive. Her cunt fluttered around his cock, pulling him closer, begging him to fuck her into oblivion, to take away all her worries as the dirty bathroom was closing in on them.

The cold rings on his hand met her throat, cutting off her airflow, teasing her lungs, heightening her senses. Her dilated pupils met his, begging him to keep her safe as he was dragging her towards the edge, ready to push her into the clashing waves that were awaiting her.

"You'll scream my name, they need to know that you're mine, that only I can fuck you like this."

His name burned on her lips, she struggled to produce any sounds, lungs not able to grasp the air they were aching for. Her vision was covered by black spots, she'd pass out soon, hands tightening their grip on his wrist. As Damiano let go of her throat she cried his name, body shaking, trembling.

(Y/n) came around his cock with tears streaming down her cheeks, hoping that this very moment would last for eternity. Each orgasm he'd coax out of her was more powerful than the one before, somehow he'd always manage to push her to her limits.

It didn't take too long for him to follow her down the edge, cock twitching inside of her, pulling out of her to release himself onto her thighs. Damiano kept eye contact as he dragged his thumb through the cum that stuck to her thigh, forcing his digit into her mouth, waiting for (y/n) to clean his skin.

"I hope this was worth it, I'll make sure that you won't have another orgasm anytime soon."