I had told myself I would not call Malfoy but in the days that followed Dominique's incident, I was on edge. I'd started having nightmares about my own attack again. In odd hours of the night I'd wake from that scene replayed in my head where I was being forced inside a van. I dreamt of trying to fight them off but losing because they were drugging me. I dreamt of a chloroform cloth on my face like kidnappers did in the movies.

At first, I thought I was delirious and losing my mind but then I noticed a shabby, old, beige car parked across the street in the middle of the night. The car was frequently parked there, since before Dominique's incident even, but I'd never made much of it before. Now it was starting to bother me. Who did it belong to? Street parking after twelve a.m. was not allowed in my neighbourhood but this car was there well into early morning which made me conclude someone was sitting inside all night. I stayed awake all of Sunday night and into Monday morning staring at the car and wondering why on earth the owner had invested in tinted windows. Only when it left around sunrise did I go back to sleep.

I would usually wake up in the late morning to find the car gone and was happy one evening when it didn't return. Nor the night after or the one following that. I started to feel better around the house and safer taking out the trash. I even decided to go for ice cream with Hugo and my dad after dinner one hot evening. I almost dropped my cone down the front of my shirt when I saw a shabby beige car drive by. I didn't get a chance to see if the windows were tinted but instinct told me they were.

When the car returned that night, I found myself sitting on the bed trying to dial Malfoy with shaky fingers.

…

"Ah…yes! Almost—fuck! Yes! Argh!"

With my hand fisted in her hair holding her down, I ejaculated with a great growl in sweet Regan's lovely mouth. Moments later, she emerged from under my sheets and gave me the sweetest fucking smile with a drop of white liquid trailing down the corner of her mouth.

I leaned back against the headboard to catch my breath and sighed heavily as I watched her lift herself on all fours as she made her way up to kiss me on the mouth. I gently turned her head just in time and pressed my lips to her neck. I wasn't about to taste jizz, not even my own. No straight man would.

"How...um...how was that?" She asked shyly in my ear.

I reached my arm out and slapped her bare ass. Hard.

"Ah!" She cried out from shock and perhaps the sting.

The corner of my lip turned, and I crookedly smirked against her neck. "Quit the shy virgin act."

"Isn't that what you love?" She asked playfully.

"Right now, all I love is this arse," I said kneading her soft, tan mounds like dough. It was a little less plump than I would have preferred but it was perky.

She groaned and tried to kiss me on the mouth again, but I went for her collar just in time, sucking hard enough to break a blood vessel. I wanted to leave my mark on her.

She groaned as I continued to claim her neck. "Where'd ye get this beauty?" She asked reaching for the Glock on my nightstand as my mouth lowered to her chest. "Is it new?"

"Certainly is," I said, gently taking it from her hand and putting it back on the stand. She gave me an unamused look. "You know I can handle guns. My dad used to take me hunting back in Colorado."

"For now, I'd rather you handle something else," I breathed deeply as I took her wrist and guided her hand under the covers to my cock. It stirred awake again under her touch and I almost shivered.

While she played with me, my fingers ran gentle circles around her ass cheeks until I made my way to the crevice in between.

"Maybe I'll fuck you in here tonight for a change," I muttered into her neck as I pushed the very top of my middle finger in there.

She bucked her hips and tried to back up. She realised she was backing further into my finger, taking more of it so she pushed forward, trying to ease herself off. "I've…I've never done that." She said breathing heavily from shock and perhaps a bit of excitement?

"You'll learn," I responded with a smile.

"Is that what you want?" She asked, bringing back the playful tone of her voice. "To fuck my ass?"

"Do I need your permission?" I asked teasingly.

"I know you think you don't, Malfoy…and I could be okay with that," She smiled and placed kisses over my chest.

It was no wonder I kept coming back to her.

"Will you tell me your real name if I let you fuck my ass?" She asked.

I groaned as her fingers grazed the underside of my shaft and the base. "Don't know…why it's so hard to believe." I could feel hot liquid rise from the slit like tiny beads and trickle down the head. I watched her duck her head under the covers and scoop it up with her tongue before emerging back up. "Ever heard anyone call me anything other than Scorpius? Or Malfoy?" I finally managed to say as I removed her hand and brought it up around my neck. I wanted to last longer.

"You really expect me to believe that's your real name?" She asked dryly as I covered her tits with my palms. She was skinny so naturally they weren't as full as they could be but she was fit so they were high and perky like her backside.

"It is," I said before reaching forward to cup her rear. I lifted her higher and she balanced herself on her knees on either side of my hips. I put my mouth on those mounds of flesh and their pale brownish-pink tips. She thrust her breasts further to me and moaned.

"It's a…ohhh…a ri-ridiculous alias is what it is…uhh."

I bit down on her areola for that. She cried out.

"I'll have to reprimand you for that," I said as I pushed her down.

Her back hit the mattress with a thud, "ooh!" surprised at first but I could see the glee in her eyes.

I lowered myself between her legs and kissed her from the sprinkle of blond hair up to her tits.

She moaned, her pitch rising. "Just fuck me, Scorpius, or whoever you are!"

I smirked, "I intend to."

I lifted myself off her and she looked disappointed for a moment but then I turned her over to her belly.

I fisted my hand around my shaft and ran it from base to tip to get it as hard as it could get. I used the fingers of my other hand to feel her opening and just as I hoped, she was wet and ready.

But this time I had other plans. Even though I was ninety percent sure she was on board, I still quietly slipped my gun into the bedside table drawer and locked it with an incantation under my breath.

"Just do it already Malfoy," She cried out as she ground her hips against me. "I feel so empty…"

"I'll fill you up," I promised. Once I was rock hard, I lowered myself on top of her and held her head down on its side.

She shuddered and thrust her hips up to show her eagerness, the outside of her labia sliding against the length of my cock. My hand slid down to below the back of her neck and held her in place while my other hand pried one of her ass cheeks apart from the other. I guided my proud and rigid shaft into her tight, virgin asshole, prodding her there.

"W-WAIT!" She cried out. "What are you doing?! I've never—"

"Sshh," I said to her, using my hands to gently caress her face and move the hair away. She tried to lift up and push me back but I brought down almost the full force of my weight on her, balancing up just lightly with my knees so I didn't suffocate her.

"Scorpius, what the fuck!" She cried out. "I need lube!"

I pulled out slightly and ran the length down her vaginal opening to lubricate myself. She tried to lift up again but I held both ass cheeks down, spread them apart and pushed the head in. I could hear her groan and breathe heavily. I checked to make sure she wasn't too upset or crying but she was taking it like a champion.

I made a mental note to reward her later. Maybe go down on her for a while or until she came at least a few times.

I paused my movements and leaned forward and kissed her temple, tasting her sweat on my lips. My hand reached down to her clit to stimulate her and immediately she was wet again. I used my fingers to draw a few orgasms from her and she noticeably relaxed. Only then did I plunged deep into her ass. She cried out from a mix of pain and pleasure and I knew I had been successful.

We stayed in bed for a while and I rewarded her exactly as I had planned. She'd initially been annoyed at the lack of warning but it faded away when I wrung out more orgasms from her with my mouth. After that, I took her out for a smoked salmon brunch and drove her to her apartment which was twenty minutes from mine. Once she was gone I drove to my gym, lost in thought.

Regan was a sweet chit and wanted me to call on her again but I realised she was starting to like me. Any other girl would have been furious about the unwarned surprise I'd delivered this morning but not her. She was happy to come over again and I figured she was starting to get attached.

She was adventurous, playful and fucking fearless. I should have been happy but I wasn't. She didn't feel enough. Never felt enough.

There was something about a small, timid woman that always called to me. A kind of girl that needed me. Someone I could possess and protect.

I knew I should distance myself from Regan but I couldn't. A man needed to fuck.

I arrived at the facility and went in through the front door instead of the back door I usually preferred. I walked through the bar to the back where the gym was and headed straight to my office. Things looked to be running as usual. There were people throwing punches in the ring or working out on the equipment still intact. I nodded at Royce who was currently merciless to a punching bag. That was good. I was glad. I needed my man on Rose duty to be vicious.

Dante was in his office but saw through his glass wall that I'd arrived and came out to follow me into my space.

Once the door of my office was shut behind us and I had rolled the shades down to cover my glass wall, I turned to Dante.

"The insurance company's full of shit!" He said angrily.

"What did they say? Are they covering the cost of new equipment?"

I asked as I took a seat at my desk. Dante sat down on one of the two chairs across from me. He threw an unfolded paper towards me.

"Read it! Obviously they'll cover the cost or I'll have them by the balls. What the fuck are we paying insurance for?!" He snorted.

"Then what's the problem?" I asked.

"Read the fucking letter. They're jacking up our rates. Too many break-ins and not a safe part of town."

"Bullshit," I said calmly. "I'm not paying these leeches a penny more than I have to."

"I say we fuck it and use a protection spell," Dante said. It was something he was trying to convince me for, for months now, but it wasn't like before the war. No spell went unaccounted for anymore.

"I said no," I reminded him. "I don't want the ministry breathing down my fucking neck."

"What else are we going to do?" Dante asked. "It's Carbon. He'll run us out of our business."

"If Carbon's behind this then he's the one we go after," I said.

"Speaking of which," Dante said. "Royce brought in a guy a few nights ago. Found him taking photos Rose during his watch."

I visible tensed and my hands gripped the arm rests of my chair.

Dante noticed and paused before he continued. "Our boy followed him to his place. He found a…shall we say, collection."

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small hard drive. He shuffled it between his fingers, "By the way, this is the same girl you stole from that party we went to, right?" Dante asked curiously. "That tiny little thing with the face of an angel and body of a vixen."

My eyes followed the small device and I nodded, jaw clenched from a feeling of annoyance that I could not understand.

"What did you do with her?" He asked with a grin on his face but calculations in his eyes. "On that note, what did you do with her when you forced her into that tosser's bedroom at the party?"

"Mind your own fucking business," I snarled, gripping the pen that was lying on my desk.

"Well you did ask me to keep watch while you...had your way the poor thing in there," he reminded me.

"Give me the fucking USB and get out," I said, agitated.

"Hey, who am I to judge? You have your fetish, I have mine. Besides...I'm sure you made her want it."

"Fucking, get out!" I yelled, throwing the pen at him. He swerved to the right and it hit the glass wall behind him before falling to the ground.

Dante looked at the pen on the floor trying to hold back his laughter. He stood up, ready to leave, still holding the device in his hand.

"Enjoy," he smirked, before sliding it across the desk to me.

As soon as he was gone, I plugged the device into my computer and came across three different folders named by number codes. I opened the first one up and just as I had expected, they contained photographs of Rose. The folder was heavy with sleeping shots or images of her outside the house. I saw pictures of her with Sloper, a Gryffindor in my year and it only made me more agitated. To add to that there were some with Wood on the night of the carnival and I could feel my temple pulse. I wanted to throttle her for not being self-aware. At the same time I wanted to take her into me and hold her close.

I went through the other two folders and felt the blood drain from my face. There were images of her standing in her underwear in front of her closet. Why the fuck were her curtains not fucking drawn?! This fucking stupid girl walked around her room in a bra and knickers and didn't bother putting the shades down! She was going to get it good tonight. She was going to get an earful at the very least. And only if I ended up being in a better mood by then. What I really wanted to do was put her over my lap and deliver a few smacks on her backside for being so fucking dumb.

I shut the folder down, pulled the device out and shoved it in my pocket as I marched down to Dante's office.

His knowing smirk told me he'd seen them too and I couldn't even bust his head though the wall for it. He was probably expecting my bursting into his office too. "Where is the vermin now?!" I demanded, growling.

"He's locked up in Royce's closet—petrified or stunned or something," Dante said calmly. "A bit much if you ask me considering this roach is a muggle. A simple blow to the head would have sufficed."

"A muggle?" I asked, surprised. "No muggle camera could have gotten that close!"

"A telescopic one?" Dante suggested. "He's definitely a muggle."

I paused and thought for a moment. "You don't think this guy's on Carbon's payroll then."

"On the contrary, I do. It's a smart move," Dante said.

Realization dawned on me. "No witnesses guaranteed," I muttered. "One wave of a wand and the puppet forgets who his master was."

Dante narrowed his gaze, "Checkmate."

Leave it to Carbon to get muggles doing his bidding. Agitated, I left Dante's office to go speak with Royce

"Yeah…" he said catching his breath. "I have him tied up in my spare room."

"Did you interrogate him?" I asked.

"Thought I'd leave that to you, boss" he said.

I nodded. "Good. Let's go."

Dante stayed at the office to oversee the place while Royce drove me in his car to his apartment. I had tight security charms in place, disabling anyone from apparating in and out of my facility. My inner circle also had wards up around the vicinity of their homes just as I did.

We arrived at Royce's slightly dodgy building. While I knew where he lived, I hadn't been inside of his home before. It was not a new building like mine but it wasn't too bad. He led me up to his apartment and in his home office.

"The hard drive Dante gave you contained the majority of the digital copies from the camera," Royce said as he unlocked a drawer in his desk before pulling out a white envelope. "I deleted these from the hard drive because I didn't want anyone but you to see."

I raised a brow in question. "What's in these, Royce?"

He handed the envelope to me. "These are physical copies of the...the nude ones. This man, I don't know how, but he got into her room and bathroom somehow. She's entirely naked in here."

My grip on the envelope tightened, knuckles white and teeth gritted, I only managed to nod. My anger at her began to melt and my need to protect her grew to a fevered pitch.

"Take me to him," I growled in a low tone. Royce nodded and led me to his spare room. It was dark and contained boxes as if he used it for storage. There was a bright industrial lamp hanging from the ceiling in a corner of the room. Royce turned it on with a switch and I saw, under it, a man sprawled on a mattress on the floor. He was unconscious like he'd been stunned and his arms were tied behind his back with a zip tie.

"Just in case the hex wears off," said Royce, following my gaze.

I nodded. "Wake him," I demanded.

It took a minute after the counter-spell for the man to regain consciousness.

"Wh-where am I?" He asked groggily, trying to get up.

"Wakey wakey, you little fucker!" Royce said before grabbing his collar and roughly pulling him up to a sitting position.

"Who...who are you people? Why have you kidnapped me?" He asked again. He was squinting, adjusting his eyes to the light.

I lowered myself to his level to get a good look at him. He looked well kept with a short haircut and while his clothes were wrinkly and dirty, he wasn't shabby. He looked more confused than scared and I noted that he was not someone I recognized. A new face made it likely he was a muggle.

"How do you know the read-haired girl?" I demanded, taking care not to use her name in case he wasn't aware of it.

"Who...What...what red-haired girl…?" He asked.

Without thinking I backhanded him with the full force of my being. He screamed and Royce took a step back.

"What the fuck?!" He cried out. "Who...Who are you people?!"

I delivered another. He cried out frantically. "Answer the question," I said calmly. "How do you know her?"

"I don't know who you're talking about, please...please let me go!" He said. He was already weeping and I was disgusted by his cowardice. I wanted to pull out my wand and use the cruciatus on him but I didn't have my burner wand and this fucker was not worth Azkaban.

Behind me, Royce turned on the fucker's camera and clicked into the library of photos, he selected a photo of Rose with her father and brother at an ice cream shop and chucked the camera into the mans lap.

"The girl you've been taking photos of, you sick pervert," said Royce. "How do you know her?"

"I...I haven't…" He trailed.

"This is your camera is it not?" Royce said.

The man didn't respond. I raised a fist and his eyes bulged. "Please, please!" He begged, sobbing. "It's not like that!" He said. "She...she wanted me to!"

I stilled.

"She...wanted you to?" Royce repeated. We shared a look but didn't let our confusion show in front of the hostage.

"Y-Yes...she...she comes to me!" He cried out.

"She comes to you? Why would she ever come to you?" I demanded impatiently, needing answers.

"She wants me to know her! Her body! She wants me to love her!" He said with a wild glee in his eyes.

Royce looked at me again. I was an expert legilimens but he wasn't and I realised now would have been a good fucking time to ask him who this fucker even was.

"Have you ever spoken to her? Where does she come to you?" Royce asked calmly while I listened carefully.

"We don't speak like that," he said. "Please...I've told you everything!"

"What do you speak like then?" Royce pressed on.

"With our eyes," he cried. "With our touch!"

"You've touched her?!" I growled. "How did you get near her?!"

"I...I don't know! I fell asleep once and woke up in her room...she...she...wanted me there! He...he said she wants me inside of her. She acts like she doesn't but she...wants it more than anything!"

My nails dug into my fists, knuckles white. My temples throbbed and my body grew hot with anger. I reached in my pocket and pulled my brass knuckles out. Before I could do anything more. Royce was at his throat, squeezing carefully.

"Who?!" Royce demanded. "Who told you to violate her?!"

"What are you...doing?!" The man choked.

Royce's grip tightened. "Answer me."

The man could not make sound so Royce slightly loosened his grip.

"I don't know his name! No one! I just want her!"

"So you can rape her?!" Royce said angrily.

"All women cry and bleed when it happens. They like to be forced."

My body burned with anger! I had had enough. I grabbed Royce by the collar and pulled him back. This screaming man was mine. My fists, laced with brass, split the man's lip open, cut his eye, his inner cheek and had him coughing up blood. The man fell back unconscious and only then did I remember to breath.

I was starting to feel light headed but I managed to escape the scene and tumbled out into Royce's hallway.

"Finish him," was the last thing I said before apparating into my own bedroom in my own apartment.

Tumbling into my hallway, I steadied myself enough to get to the kitchen for a glass of water. Apparating never made me dizzy like it did today. I saw Regan's sweater on the chair at the kitchen table and for some reason I wanted to chuck it out the fucking window.

I didn't want Regan! I fucking wanted Rose! I wanted the girl that loathed me, the girl that feared me and the one I loved to hurt. How fucking messed up was that? How fucking messed up was I?

I grabbed a clean black plastic bag and piled Regan's shit in there like her sweater and her t-shirt, flip flops and toothbrush. I left it by the door. I wasn't sure what I wanted to with it. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do now. It was around 1 p.m. so I called Dante and told him I wasn't coming back to the office. I had a massive headache and the words that man uttered made my head spin. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to make her bleed and cry. I could picture it. I could almost see her praying for a swift death because I knew she wasn't strong enough to survive getting raped and tortured. Because of me she had a target on her back. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to be by her side every night and have her fall asleep in my arms so I could shield her.

I went to the bathroom to get a morphine pill. I was prescribed a heavy dosage after my last injury and had some left over. I thought back to when I went to her straight after the doctor's and she wanted to send flowers to whoever did it. It had made me chuckle. Without even thinking my legs led me back to the living room where lying on the couch seemed like the greatest fucking idea I'd ever come up with.

I closed my eyes but that leech's words kept ringing in my ears. The idea that someone would touch the woman that belongs to me made me wonder if they even knew who the fuck I was and what I was capable of. My eyes drew shut to images of her. I could almost feel her dark red mane soft in my fist I could picture myself tilting her head back I could remember the feel of my lips on the smooth skin of her neck. It must have been the morphine because before I could have another thought, I was out like a light.

I didn't know how long I'd slept for. I didn't know what I'd dreamt about and I didn't know what time it was when I stirred back to life. I could feel the vibrations in my head like a pounding headache. Like ringing in my ears. Only when I came back to my senses did I realise my phone was ringing. I pulled it from under the cushion I'd been using as a pillow and checked the caller ID. I shot up in a sitting position. 4 missed calls from...Rose?

My Rose.