I grabbed her slender wrists and pinned them to the mirror above her head. My free hand groped at her breasts, palming them through her leotard. Her nipples were peaked against the tight fabric, her body aroused despite the rough way I was handling her. Or perhaps because of it. My Nora was so perfect for me.

And all mine.

She squirmed against me, her sex rubbing my thigh. I wedged it between her legs, so she could stimulate her clit while I ravaged her mouth and tormented her breasts. My cock was rock hard, pressing into her abs. I had to bury myself inside her wet heat, had to claim her as deeply as possible. I would mark her with my cum, a brand that would tell her exactly who owned her lovely body.

I released her wrists so that I could yank her leotard off, baring her small breasts to my rough caresses. She shimmied it down her legs, breaking contact with my thigh in a wild attempt to remove the barriers between us. She was just as caught up in this madness as I was, craving to connect. The fear and violence had stripped away our civilized veneer, and we came together in a rush of primal need.

She fumbled at my belt, her small hands shaking as she stroked her tongue against mine, the kiss stealing her breath. My head was spinning, too, so I tore my mouth from hers and grabbed her hips, turning her around so that she faced the mirror. Her hands fisted around the barre, and I pulled her hips toward me, so that her lower back arched and her cunt was offered to me.

Her pretty tights were still in the way. I tore at the delicate material, the ripping sound harmonizing with the swelling music that still soared through the dance studio.

I shoved her panties aside and wrapped my free hand around her throat, holding her in place for my use. Before I thrust inside her, our gazes locked in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her hazel eyes wide but slightly glassy with lust. My hand was crimson against her tanned skin, the blood of my enemies smeared over her cheeks where I’d grabbed her jaw during our harsh kiss.

More blood splattered my own cheeks, arterial spray from where I’d slaughtered the men who’d tried to take her from me.

“Mine.” The snarled word echoed around us, thundering through the classical music as I drove into her wet heat in one brutal thrust.