Chapter 300: The Genesis of Fire

22 Years Ago (Flashback)

Author’s POV

Violet boarded Morgan’s black car, its windows heavily tinted. The vehicle tore away at a breakneck speed, carving its path toward a location slightly distant from the city’s chaotic din and its familiar boundaries. After some time, the car decelerated, halting completely before a massive, secluded warehouse surrounded by imposing iron gates.

Heavily built, rugged men clad in formal black suits stood outside, their features frozen and intensely alert.

Violet tilted her head slightly, peering through the car window with a calm curiosity, then turned toward Morgan, asking: "What is this place?"

Morgan locked his piercing gaze onto her, a mysterious smile sculpting his lips as he answered in a deep, masculine pitch: "It is danger."

They disembarked together. Morgan stepped out, pulling her door open with confident strides, and they stepped into the deep recesses of the massive warehouse. The moment Violet took her first steps inside, she was caught off guard by the majestic, imposing vista expanding before her eyes; weapons of every imaginable type and caliber were arranged in a terrifying, precise order along the walls, and countless wooden ammunition crates crowded the corners.

Violet’s eyes widened slightly, her mouth parting in a sheer bewilderment she couldn’t possibly suppress. She turned back to him, offering a genuine, raw confession: "I’ll admit... you’ve impressed me."

Morgan’s smile broadened, a flare of triumph burning in his eyes. He knew exceptionally well that Violet was a fiercely difficult, unyielding woman who was never easily pleased or at the very least, she always ensured never to display her admiration before men. Thus, what he witnessed on her face and heard from her lips right now was nothing short of an absolute miracle to him.

Violet walked with slow, measured steps toward the hanging weaponry, extending her delicate fingers to graze the cold metal of the rifles with an embedded passion. She turned her entire body toward him, stating: "So... you are an arms dealer."

He advanced toward her with steady strides, focusing his gaze entirely upon her as he spoke with pride: "Yes, I am."

Her eyes ignited with sheer audacity, and she countered as she stepped slightly closer to him: "This is rather interesting."

Then, she turned her head slowly, looking at the armed guards standing in the corners of the warehouse, silently monitoring their movements. She returned her gaze to Morgan, speaking in a low, commanding pitch: "Tell your men to leave."

Morgan knitted his brows in surprise at her sudden request, yet he did not hesitate. He lifted his hand, firmly signaling them to vacate the perimeter instantly.

Violet continued, her eyes never vacating his face: "Tell them to lock the door, and that no one is to enter."

Morgan barked his strict order to the men, and they moved mechanically, executing exactly what was demanded. The moment the last man vacated and the massive iron door slammed shut behind them, sending a heavy, echoing thud vibrating through the space, Morgan turned toward her. Slipping his hand into his trousers pocket, he spoke with a mocking, playful tone: "Do you wish to murder me, Violet?"

She offered no verbal reply. Instead, her hand extended with swift, fluid agility, lifting a heavy black pistol from the adjacent table. She marched toward him with seductive, rhythmic strides until the very breaths between them entangled. She raised the weapon slowly, smoothly tracing its cold metal barrel along his jawline and face with pure, provocative heat. Looking directly into his eyes, she spoke with absolute audacity: "I want you to fuck me right here... right now."

Morgan’s smile broadened with an all-consuming passion. He pressed his massive, towering frame against hers until they were entirely fused, speaking in a raspy, deep voice that carried a thrilling promise of retribution: "I will be violent."

Violet slightly slackened her grip on the weapon, biting her lower lip seductively, her eyes blazing with raw desire as she tilted her head: "Show me the absolute cruelest you have."

Violet was not a woman searching for love or tenderness; she was a psychopath who discovered her ultimate pleasure in taming danger and playing with wildfire. The words Morgan uttered only fueled her wildness and defiance. She did not tremble, nor did she retreat a single step; rather, she anchored her razor-sharp gaze into his eyes, defying his massive build and the sheer authority that terrified the most ruthless mafiosos.

"Actions are what I am searching for," she whispered in a voice simultaneously cold and enticing, setting the pistol aside atop a wooden crate without once breaking eye contact.

Morgan pressed his body even closer, his large, powerful palm clamping over the back of her neck with a mild violence, pressing down to force her head upward toward him. Yet Violet did not break, nor did a single whimper of submission escape her. Instead, she lifted her chin with a towering pride, her eyes gleaming with an audacity and mockery that openly defied his grip. Her delicate hand extended to rest over his taut chest, beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt with slow, steady precision, dragging her sharp nails against his burning skin. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Morgan leaned down, capturing her lips in a feral, ravenous kiss, intending to impose his absolute dominance over her from the very first second. He shoved his tongue deeply into her mouth, sucking her tongue with a cruelty fitting for an arms dealer who lived amidst blood. Violet responded to the kiss with the exact same hunger and ferocity; she was far from submissive. Instead, she traded bites with a maddening passion, gripping his long hair with her fingers to drag him downward, absorbing his violence as though she fed on his dangerous nature.

He pulled back a few centimeters, panting, his gaze darkening with thick lust. With a sudden, swerving motion, he gripped her waist and lifted her, hoisting her up to sit atop the large wooden ammunition crate, bringing her perfectly to his level. Without waiting for him to act, Violet confidently pulled her black dress upward with her hand, exposing her smooth, toned white thighs before his eyes with absolute coldness.

Morgan swiftly undone his belt and trousers, and his massive, rock-hard dick emerged, pulsing with prominent veins that ignited with the searing heat of desire. Violet stared at his dick with a critical, bold gaze entirely devoid of shame; rather, her lips parted into a provocative smile loaded with defiance.

Gripping his broad shoulders, she parted her legs in a confident, seductive stride around his waist, letting her wet, burning pussy press directly against the head of his cock.

Morgan leaned in, gripping her buttocks with force, and with a single, violent, and deep thrust, he buried his entire length and mass inside her.

"Ah..."

The moan tore from deep within Violet, powerful and burning, yet it was far from a cry of pain or pleading it was a scream of pure triumph and overriding pleasure.

The walls of her pussy stretched around his scorching thickness, and she felt his bulging veins scratching the depths of her womb. She did not grant him the freedom of absolute control; instead, she began moving her pelvis forward and backward with a force that matched his feral stabs, slamming her body against his solid frame, returning the strikes with a psychopathic stubbornness that made Morgan realize he wasn’t fucking an ordinary woman, but facing a true equal who consumed his manhood with utter tyranny.

Morgan was pounding her with ruthless, brutal thrusts, pulling his dick out entirely until nothing remained but the domed head, then driving it into the depths of her pussy with an impulse that made the wooden crate shudder beneath them. The sound of their fleshy bodies slapping together and the thick, slick wetness trapped between them could be heard with absolute clarity amidst the silence of the secluded warehouse, blending with the scent of gunpowder and stored iron surrounding them.

Violet didn’t even blink. Her hands were locked around his shoulders, her sharp nails buried into his flesh, leaving red tracks where sweat bled out. Her pale skin was flushed with the crimson of lethal lust, yet her eyes remained filled with that thrilling detachment; she monitored his contorted features, the prominent veins of his neck, thoroughly enjoying being the sole reason for driving this cautious man to the edge of animalistic madness.

"Is this all you possess, arms dealer?" she whispered in a steady, mocking pitch, even though the blows of his cock were striking her cervix with a cruelty that caused her insides to writhe.

Morgan’s jaw clenched violently, his grip tightening around her thighs with a force that left the blue imprints of his fingers against her smooth skin. He didn’t speak; instead, he tilted her body backward over the crate, pressing his elbow over her chest to paralyze her movement, then accelerated the speed and violence of his thrusts in a rapid, straight rhythm. His massive dick was splitting its path inside her like a hot wedge, grinding her swollen labia which were flooded with the heavy wetness that poured and slicked beneath her buttocks.

She didn’t plead, nor did she ask him to ease up. Rather, she countered every feral thrust with a suffocating contraction of her pussy muscles, crushing his bulging veins and forcing him to retreat panting every time he attempted to prove his dominance. The pleasure between them was akin to a bone-crushing battle, devoid of room for emotions or softness; just two bodies grinding each other with sadistic hunger.

Morgan’s breaths began to catch insanely, the strikes of his pelvis becoming swifter and deeper, pounding the bottom of her womb with consecutive blows that silenced the mockery of her lips, turning it into hot pants. Suddenly, Violet’s internal muscles completely convulsed, squirting her hot fluids in abundance to drown his manhood, while he released a muffled roar into her neck, driving his cock to the absolute maximum inside her, pulsing violently as he unburdened torrents of his scorching semen deep within her, emptying his feral lust into the body of the woman who refused to break.

Morgan slowly pulled his hot dick out of her, causing a wet, squelching friction sound to fill the warehouse’s darkness. Her fluids, intermingled with his thick semen, rushed out to spill hotly over the wood of the crate and drip onto the floor. Violet remained lying on her back, her chest heaving heavily, yet her gaze never lost its sharpness or detachment. She dragged her index finger across a drop of sweat that had fallen from his brow onto her neck, then placed her finger into her mouth, tasting it with a terrifying coldness.

"I haven’t had enough yet," she stated in a commanding pitch completely devoid of any breathlessness, anchoring her eyes into his.

Morgan’s jaw clenched, realizing that this woman could never be sated through conventional means. He gripped her long hair from behind, yanking it with a cruelty that forced her head to snap back, then dragged her off the crate to make her kneel upon the cold concrete floor of the warehouse. He parted her legs with his foot, slamming his heavy palm onto her lower back to force her pelvis high into the air, while her chest and face were pinned close to the ground.

Standing directly behind her, his cock had already regained its full, metal-like erection, dripping with a slick wetness at the tip. He didn’t grant her a single second to prepare; grasping her hips with his nails, and with a single, brutal, and straight thrust, he buried his entire dick inside her pussy from behind.

"Ah..."

The moan broke loudly from Violet’s mouth, her entire frame shuddering from the shocking depth of the position. His cock was scratching her walls at a sharp angle, slamming directly against her cervix with every single stab, producing a hot, squelching sound with every withdrawal and drive. Morgan increased the cadence of his blows, driving his pelvis against her buttocks with an animalistic violence that left red bruises on her skin, desperate to extract a single cry of submission from her.

Yet Violet, in her sheer defiance, dug her palms into the concrete floor, shoving her pelvis backward with force to crash against his erection, deepening the stabs in spite of him. The muscles of her pussy wrapped and squeezed the veins of his cock with consecutive contractions, absorbing his mass and forcing him to exert his absolute maximum strength just to match her.

Before the previous waves of pleasure could even cool, and before her body could slacken, Morgan felt that his ejaculation wasn’t far off; rather, Violet’s defiance and psychopathic coldness ignited an even more brutal, sadistic hunger in his veins. He didn’t withdraw his dick entirely, but pulled it from her pussy with a single wet slide, letting her fluids spill heavily to drench her pussy and thighs.

He anchored his heavy palm onto the back of her neck, pinning her face and chest flat against the cold concrete floor, while shoving her pelvis even higher, exposing her taut ass completely beneath his darkened gaze. He looked down at her tight, puckered asshole.

Without any preparation, and without utilizing any lubricant other than his saliva and her fluids which he wiped with his palm over the crack, he placed the head of his massive, engorged cock directly at the entrance of her asshole. Her muscles automatically contracted against the sudden hardness, yet Violet did not let out a single scream of terror; instead, she turned her head slightly, anchoring her prominent eyes with cold defiance into his.

With a single, brutal, and straight drive, Morgan slammed his entire weight down, burying the head of his dick and its bulging veins inside her tight opening.

The silence was shattered by the sound of flesh brutally stretching, and Violet felt his thickness ripping its path inside her with a burning violence that nearly split her pelvis in two. Her nails dug into the concrete until they nearly snapped, her entire spine convulsing from this shocking invasion, yet she choked the scream back into her throat, converting the burning agony into fuel for her twisted ecstasy.

"You are mine now, Violet... I will grind this pride until you beg!" Morgan growled in a stifled, raspy voice, the veins of his neck nearly bursting as he drove another deeper stroke, burying the absolute full length of his cock inside her asshole, jammed and surrounded by those suffocating muscles that nearly crushed the breath out of his manhood.

He began moving in a slow, punishing rhythm, drawing his dick halfway out then driving it with all his might into her depths, the sound of his fleshy pelvis slapping against her swollen buttocks echoing with a savage resonance through the warehouse. Her asshole wrapped around the veins of his hot cock, pounding the bottom of her insides with consecutive, violent, and straight blows, while she traded strikes with him through reverse pelvic thrusts with a lethal stubbornness, defying his promise and cruelty, thoroughly enjoying this shadowed pleasure that united them amidst the weapons and gunpowder.

Morgan gripped her hair from behind with even greater force, pulling her head upward to force his eyes to lock with hers, while his other hand pressed onto her hip to anchor her down. He increased the tempo of his stabs in a maddening, accelerated frenzy, burying his entire dick and its bulging veins into the depths of her asshole, grinding her internal walls with unmerciful, straight blows, until the fluids of her pussy began pouring from the front in abundance, trailing down her thighs to mingle with the sweat and slick wetness in the back.

The stimulation pushed Morgan to his overriding peak; the muscles of his massive body contracted, the veins of his forehead tightening as he felt her tight asshole pulsing and wrapping around his cock in a suffocating manner that stripped away his last shred of control. With three consecutive, violent, and crushing stabs that reached the absolute bottom of her insides, Morgan released a muffled roar that shook his chest, his pelvis convulsing completely as he unburdened his hot, abundant semen in consecutive, scorching spurts deep within her asshole.

His body collapsed over her back as he panted helplessly, while Violet remained kneeling in her place, her eyes gleaming with a dark, audacious smile of victory, savoring the taste of her absolute possession over this man.

Morgan withdrew from her asshole with a heavy, slow drag, producing a wet, squelching sound that echoed through the quiet warehouse, and the spurts of his thick, hot semen rushed out to trail hotly over her pale skin, blending with the heavy fluid still dripping from her burning pussy.

His massive frame collapsed beside her onto the concrete floor, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy, dry pants, after this feral fuck had drained every single ounce of his strength.

As for Violet, she only remained kneeling for a few seconds; with sheer coldness and stability, she adjusted her body’s posture and sat atop the cold floor, utterly indifferent to the slick fluids coating her thighs and her swollen asshole.

She turned toward him slowly, her brown hair scattered over her shoulders, her green eyes retaining the exact same sharp, provocative luster, backed by a mocking smile that never vacated her lips.

She extended her delicate hand toward the nearby wooden crate, lifting the heavy black pistol she had placed there moments ago. She began tracing its cold metal barrel with her index finger, then directed her gaze straight into his panting eyes, speaking in a calm, decisive pitch completely devoid of fatigue or submission: "You were violent enough, Morgan... but do not think for a single minute that you own me, or that you obtained something I wasn’t willing to grant you of my own absolute free will."

Morgan’s jaw clenched as he monitored her, realizing at that exact moment, as he witnessed the gun between her hands, that he was standing before a woman who could never be tamed, and could never be defeated.