This book describes the toxic relationship of You (female reader) and Tony Stark.
Is this love?
The story contains mature themes such as smut, age gap, consume of drugs, physical abuse and anger issues.
You hadn't seen Tony in 3 days. You were supposed to have dinner with him on Monday but that didn't even happen because he canceled those plans 10 minutes before he should pick you up, by a simple message that read: "Can't make it today, too much work."
That was basically the last thing you heard from him. You had other things to do and didn't bother to send him a message or call him since you were mad about him leaving you ready like that. Today you already left the office earlier than usual and were on your way home to go meet up with some old friends from high school. You got ready past six and chose a pretty revealing dress. You were well aware of the fact Tony wouldn't like you going out like this but at the moment you couldn't care less. Little did you know the mistake you just made there.
The night went by quickly and you and your friends, with whom you had a great time went from club to club. There were a few men among them but mostly giggling girls that had lots of shots. At one spot outside a guy helped you take a picture, which you posted on Instagram, to drunk to over think the decision.
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Now you already went into the next club and you were taking a sip from your drink when your phone buzzed. With half closed eyes you took a look at it and saw a message from Tony. Not even clicking on it you ignored him completely and went to the dance floor. A random man approached you and you two started dancing a little too close. He became more handy with every passing song until his hands landed on your ass while yours were wrapped around his neck. He started kissing and sucking on your neck and you moaned seductively into his ear. You knew what you were doing and faked most of your whimpers. You two went to the bar and started kissing passionately. You didn't feel a single thing, nothing compared to the way Tony kissed you. He interrupted the kiss looking down at your phone. "Your phone keeps buzzing, baby." The nickname made you shiver when you suddenly remembered Tony was the only man supposed to call you that. You quickly stepped away and took your phone seeing Tony's name.
"Tony?" You asked pressing the phone on your ear caused by the loud music. "Where are you." He spoke and you could here all his anger being exposed. "I'm out!" You managed to say giggling due to the alcohol. "Oh, enjoying yourself aren't you, sweetheart?" He said, every word laced with venom. "Send me your fucking location." He hissed. "Why would I do that, daddy? You're sooo sexy being mad." You laughed, getting closer to the man from earlier. "Stay where you are." Tony growled before hanging up the phone. He quickly found out where you were, hacking into cameras. He rushed out of his house, driving there as fast as he could. What he didn't see on the footage was you kissing that man again. Five minutes later he bursted into the club seeing you immediately. He absolutely didn't like the sight to see. The man was behind you, your ass grinding on his crotch. You were about to lean back to moan again when the man was pulled away. He earned a punch in the nose immediately and started bleeding. You gasped but started laughing the second after. Well, too much alcohol obviously.
"Leave, or I'll fucking kill you." Tony hissed into the man's ear. He held a small metal thing onto his throat, pressing it into the skin of the man until it turned white. What you didn't know was, that this small thing could actually kill the man within seconds, if Tony'd press the button. However, before he could do that, the man ran away.
"Tonyyy! What are you doing here?" You yelled, running into his arms. His face on the other hand was stern, not showing a single emotion. He grabbed you by your hips harshly and threw you over his shoulder, covering your ass with one hand. He walked you to the car, putting you on the passengers seat. You raised your arms in excitement, acting like in a roller-coaster. Your little act was interrupted when Tony harshly grabbed your jaw and making you turn towards him. He leaned down never leaving eye contact. His eyes seemed darker than ever and jaw muscle clenched extremely hard. A slight smirk came across his lips, a result of the furiousness in him.
"You little whore will pay for your actions tonight, not now though, since we're to drunk to walk, aren't we?" He spoke with an empathic tone. You didn't understand anything at all now speaking random stuff. "Oh, Tony, you're so sexy, fuck me, please." You half-mumbled looking at him from the low. "Later." He said under his breath, getting into the drivers seat and starting the engine. He took you to his house, brought you to bed and started taking off the dress. You looked at him with empty eyes and mumbled something. It was obvious you were to tired to do anything by yourself so you let him do it for you. Tony had to take a deep breath when he saw you didn't wear a bra but a red lace thong under it. You smiled at his reaction and climbed onto the bed, ass in the air, giving him a good view. His jaw clenched as he stood up and left the room without another word.
"06:24 am" He read, his eyes focused on his watch. 76 hours without sleep. He spent all the time in the lab, thinking about you every now and then. It was yesterday when he saw the picture on your Instagram. It had made his cock twitch in his pants, but the fact you were out with someone other than him had gotten him mad immediately. That was when he first messaged you with a simple "Where are you?". Now, you were sleeping upstairs in his bed for around two hours. He had a livestream of you right next to his work. He was obsessed. Fucking obsessed with you. He looked down onto the screen when suddenly his vision became blurry. He shook his head, but it didn't pass. "For fuck's sake." He mumbled taking a sip of the protein shake he made this night. Almost two days seem to be too much for his body with two naps. He went over to the couch and poured himself a glass of whiskey, deciding to make up a good punishment for your misbehaving."Fucking brat you are, Y/N." He said, taking another sip. Suddenly he felt his anger rising again. That man touched you. Kissed you. Saw what's his.
The loud sound of the glass breaking echoed through the room.
Ploc.
Ploc.
Ploc.
Tony looked down only to see his hand, full of blood, glass on the floor broken into pieces and whiskey pooling around it.
