Chapter 80 Let Them See
LEITANA
“P… plis, R-Ravial… slow…” Leitana cried, her voice fracturing into a high, desperate sob as he drove into her again, harder, deeper, the thick, veined length of him splitting her open with every ruthless snap of his hips.
Ravial didn’t slow. He couldn’t.
The sight of her bent over his desk, torn dress hanging off her shoulders, small breasts bouncing with each impact, golden ass glowing red from his handprints, tight pussy stretched obscenely around his cock, had shattered the last of his control. He fucked her rough and relentless, skin slapping wetly against skin, the heavy oak desk groaning under the force.
“No slowing down, lamb,” he growled against her ear, one fist knotted tight in her damp curls, yanking her head back until her spine arched like a bowstring. His other hand gripped her hip, fingers branding bruises into soft flesh as he slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt. “This greedy little cunt takes me so perfectly. You were made for this—for me to own.”
Leitana wailed, fresh tears streaking her flushed cheeks, body shaking violently with every punishing thrust. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him, scorching hot and dripping, coating his cock in thick cream. The filthy, wet sounds of him pounding her filled the office—loud, obscene, impossible to ignore.
He leaned over her, chest pressed to her sweat-slick back, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Did anything happen today, little lamb?” he asked again, voice deceptively soft, almost curious, while his hips never faltered. “I’m asking again… and you’re refusing to answer?”
She was delirious, mind melted under the onslaught of pleasure, body trembling on the brink of another shattering climax. “Y-yes…” she whimpered, the confession slipping free before she could cage it. Her small hand reached blindly behind her, fingers wrapping around his wrist—the one bruising her hip—as he slammed into her again. “It… it feel sooo good… Ravial, plis… don’t stop… ahh!”
The broken admission sent dark fire through his veins. His cock throbbed inside her, swelling thicker.
In one smooth, effortless motion he pulled out—just long enough for her to whine at the sudden emptiness—then scooped her up like she weighed nothing. He spun her around, lifting her trembling body, folding her legs back until her ankles hooked behind her own neck in a tight full nelson. Her back pressed to his chest, arms trapped, completely exposed and helpless in his iron grip.
He turned them both toward the office door.
It stood cracked open a few inches—just enough for sound to carry, just enough for a passing glance to see everything.
Leitana’s eyes flew wide in panic, fresh tears spilling. “N-no… Ravial, the door—plis close it!” she begged, voice high and frantic, squirming even as her pussy dripped shamelessly down her thighs. “Someone gon see… yu workers… anyone… plis no!”
Ravial only chuckled, the sound rumbling through her back like thunder. He shifted his hips and drove upward in one savage thrust, impaling her completely. The thick bulge of his cock showed clearly on her lower belly—obscene, unmistakable—rising and falling with every brutal stroke as he started fucking her again, harder than before.
“Let them see,” he rasped against her ear, voice rough with dark possession. “Let the whole fucking building hear how my wife screams on my cock. Let them know you’re mine—spread open, dripping, begging for more.”
Leitana sobbed, head falling back against his shoulder, body folded and helpless as he bounced her on his length. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs, the visible bulge driving deeper, stretching her beyond reason. Her pussy gushed around him, wetter with every punishing stroke, the slick sounds louder now, echoing into the hallway.
“R-Ravial… ahh! Too deep… mi break… plis!” she cried, but her hips rocked instinctively, chasing the overwhelming pleasure even as shame burned her cheeks.
He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t.
He held her tighter, arms locked like steel, and fucked her mercilessly, claiming, marking, owning every inch of her body and soul while the open door stood as a silent, wicked dare.
And still, beneath the blinding ecstasy, his voice stayed calm, almost tender.
“Tell me what happened, lamb,” he murmured, lips brushing her tear-streaked cheek. “Tell me.”
Leitana turned her teary eyes to him. He searched her gaze, reading the truth she tried to bury. When she couldn’t hold it, she looked away.
“N… nothing,” she whispered, voice trembling.
He paused mid-thrust, still locking her in the tight full nelson. One rough hand slid up to cup her jaw, forcing her face back to his. He leaned in and bit her bottom lip—hard. Sharp enough that she tasted blood, sharp enough that fresh tears spilled.
She winced, trying to pull away, but he held her firm.
“Dat hurt,” she cried, voice breaking.
“I will not ask again,” he growled, low and dangerous.
She opened her mouth, some plea forming—but before a word escaped, he slammed into her again. Deep. Brutal. Perfect.
The thrust struck her G-spot like lightning.
Leitana saw stars.
White-hot pleasure detonated inside her, ripping a raw, animal scream from her throat. Her pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, spasming in helpless waves. A hot rush of liquid gushed out in a forceful squirt, drenching his thighs, splattering the floor in a slick, messy puddle.
She shook in his hold, breathless, wrecked, tears mixing with sweat on her face.
And still, he didn’t let her look away.
Ravial didn’t speak again. He didn’t need to.
His answer was in the way he tightened the nelson, locking her folded body even more securely, and started fucking her like a man possessed.
No mercy. No pause. Just raw, relentless power.
Each thrust was savage, hips slamming upward with bone-jarring force, the obscene bulge of his cock rising and falling in her belly like a brand. Her small frame jolted helplessly in his arms, breasts bouncing wildly, head lolling back against his shoulder as broken sobs and moans spilled from swollen lips.
“Ahh—ahh—Ravial—too much—mi—mi can’t—!”
But her body betrayed her words. Her pussy clamped down again and again, greedy and desperate, squirting in hot, messy bursts with nearly every stroke. The wet slap of skin echoed louder, mingled with the filthy splash of her release hitting the floor over and over.
She came again almost immediately—a violent, full-body spasm that made her scream hoarsely, back bowing as much as the hold allowed. Another gush soaked them both, running down his balls, dripping in thick rivulets from where they were joined.
Ravial growled low in his chest, pace turning punishing, hips snapping faster, harder, deeper. He was relentless, chasing the sight of her complete unraveling, the feel of her squirting around him again and again like she was made to break on his cock.
Leitana’s cries turned to whimpers, then to breathless, overwhelmed sobs. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, body trembling uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her without mercy. Squirt after squirt drenched them, the floor beneath a growing slick mess, her thighs shaking violently.
“R-Ravial… plis… mi… mi gon…” Her voice slurred, fading, body going limp in his iron grip.
One final, brutal thrust—buried to the root—and she shattered one last time. A silent scream caught in her throat, her pussy clamping down in a vise-like spasm as the most powerful orgasm yet tore through her. A flood of hot liquid squirted out around his cock, soaking everything, her entire body convulsing in helpless waves.
Then her eyes fluttered shut.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, curls damp with sweat, lips parted, chest heaving in shallow, ragged breaths.
She passed out, utterly spent, body limp and trembling in faint aftershocks, pussy still fluttering weakly around him.
Ravial held her there a moment longer, buried deep, feeling the last faint pulses of her release milk his cock. His own breath was rough—the only sign of how close he was to the edge.
Slowly, carefully, he eased out of the nelson hold, lowering her trembling body to the desk. He laid her down gently, almost reverently, brushing damp curls from her flushed, tear-streaked face.
His little lamb, completely wrecked.
Exactly how he wanted her.
He stood over her, cock still hard and glistening with her slick, chest rising and falling as he watched her sleep—unconscious and beautiful in her ruin.
No one had come through the cracked door.
But the scent of sex, the wet sounds, her broken cries, they had carried.
And somewhere in the back of his mind, a dark, satisfied part of him hoped someone had heard.
Because the whole world needed to know:
Leitana Ashbourne belonged to him.
Body, soul, and every secret she carried.