Chapter 25 Someone could see
Tegan
“You still want to leave?” He sneered with a smirk.
His hands leaving me. Making me feel so empty and spent. I shot him a glare, trying to gather whatever dignity I have left and leave the place.
“Or you want to stay here and let me fuck you like the needy whore you are” he continued with a smirk.
“On every surface” he whispered.
His eyes hunted me in a predatory gaze. Raking all over my body at how spent I looked.
“You—” I started.
“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” I snapped.
I forced my feet to move from the table and walked to him. Craning my neck to look at him.
“Because you've been saying a lot like a whiney bitch about to get laid for the first time”
His jaw tightened, good. I hit a nerve. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the floor to ceiling window. Looking down at the height of the cliff. Panic rose in my chest.
“Let go of me….” I whined. I thought he was going to open it and throw me out.
His security drones buzz outside, red lights flashing in erratic patterns as they patrol the perimeter.
“Where the hell—” I start, but he spins me, slamming my front against the cold glass. My palms slap flat, breasts squishing against the window, the chill seeping through my skin. Below, the cliff drops sharp to the sea, and those drones sweep closer, their beams cutting through the dark like searchlights. One flashes right across the glass, illuminating my flushed face and exposed body for a split second.
“Shit, Hayes! Someone could see, your goons, boats, fucking helicopters!” Panic spikes my voice, heart pounding as I twist to glare at him. The drones whir louder, lights strobing, securing the rock like it's Fort Knox. What if a security guy glances down? Or worse, some paparazzi drone slips through?
I can already see the headlines
‘DAUGHTER OF SENATOR VALE SEEN FUCKING THE HEIR OF ASHFORD HOLDINGS’
With a rough tug he pulled down the dress exposing my breasts that bounced,now pressed to the cold glass. Causing my nipple to harden.
Pulling me back to the reality in front of me.
“Let them watch, you prissy little slut. Show the world how you spread for your enemy.”
His hands grip my hips, yanking the dress higher, and he kicks my legs apart. He pressed his weight on me,I felt his hard rigid cock on my ass. Causing me to let out a moan.
“That's a much better way to use that pretty mouth of yours” his breath hot on my neck.
His hand grabbed my hair and tilted it to the side. I watched our reflection through the glass. The fear of falling still evident.
“And that's a better way to use your—” the words died in my throat as he ripped off my cotton panties from me. The sound filling the air.
His hands anchored on my hips as he pulled me closer, causing his already hard length to poke my ass. His free hand reached down and directed his rigid cock to my wet entrance.
I sucked in breath as the head parted my folds, teasing my entrance with agonizing slowness. The broad tip nudges my soaking heat, parting the lips just enough that my body tries to suck him in, the velvety warmth almost swallowing him whole.
I whimper, hips bucking up, desperate for more, but he holds back, circling my clit with his thumb while dragging that fat head up and down, coating himself in my arousal.
“please Hayes….” I beg.
After one last, torturous circle, he drove into me with one single, brutal thrust. It was so deep, so sudden, so overwhelming that a sharp, shocked cry ripped from my throat and my vision whited out.
An orgasm, raw and violent, seized me immediately, shaking me from core to fingertips. I convulsed around him, my inner muscles clamping down on his invading length in a vise of pleasure-pain.
Hayes groaned, a sound of dark triumph.
“Just like that,” he cooed, his voice ragged.
He didn’t let me recover. He pulled back almost entirely and slammed home again, setting a ruthless pace.
Each thrust jolted my whole body. The hate was fuel, burning in her belly, mixing with the degrading, incredible pleasure. A sensation of pain along with pleasure filled as he split me open.
I choked back a sob, turning it into a jagged, breathless laugh that grated against his ear.
"Is that... all you've got, Hayes?" I gasped, my voice trembling but sharp enough to draw blood.
"Big man... big house... but you're still just a replacement for the power you'll never actually have over me."
I felt him stiffen, his entire body turning into a wall of vibrating, dangerous granite.
"You can bury yourself in me until you hit bone," I hissed, my eyes finding his dark reflection in the glass and refusing to flinch.
"But you’re still just the man who has to force a dinner date to fuck me. You aren't winning, Hayes. You're just... expensive white noise."
The silence that followed was louder than the crashing surf outside.
Hayes’s grip on my jaw tightened, his thumb hooking into the corner of my mouth, stretching my lip just enough to remind me of his strength.
A dark, terrifying smirk pulled at his mouth, the look of a man who had just been handed a challenge he intended to demolish.
"White noise?" he repeated, the words dropping like lead weights.
"Then let’s see how loud I have to get before I drown out every single one of those pathetic thoughts."
He didn't thrust. He backed out entirely, the sudden absence of his thick heat leaving me feeling cold and dangerously hollow against the glass.
Before I could draw a full breath, He slammed into my soaking core with one brutal thrust, pressing me further into the glass.
The cold glass shocked my breasts, the sensitive skin screaming at the contact.
"Since you're so bored," he growled, his hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back, exposing the pale line of my throat to the moonlight.
"Let's try an angle where you can't see anything but the dark, and feel everything I'm about to do to you."
I gasp, forehead thunking against the glass, pussy stretching around his renewed hardness. He starts pounding, hips slamming into my ass, each drive jolting me forward against the window. The glass vibrates faintly, cold on my nipples, my breath fogging patches that clear too quick.
“Oh god…” I moan loudly.
Hayes tuts yanking my hair back as his lips brush my ear.
“It's Captain, princess”
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“Already doing that” he says with a smug expression I see through our reflection.
One hand snaking around to rub my clit rough, fingers slick with my arousal. The drones flash again, red, white, sweeping the facade, and I clench around him, terror mixing with the building heat.
“Bet you'd cum harder if a drone zoomed in on your tits bouncing.”he snarls.
I push back, grinding against his thrusts, the fear twisting into thrill. His free hand fists my hair, yanking my head back so my cheek presses to the glass, exposing my neck for his teeth to sink in. He bites down, sucking a fresh mark while his cock hammers deeper, balls slapping wet against me.
I reach for him, pulling him closer with my arm around his head.
“I'm…..not a deranged psycho… like you”
“Hm… Your cunt's gripping me like a vice, fucking desperate.”
He speeds up, relentless, the window rattling now with our rhythm. Another drone light flares, bathing us in crimson for a heartbeat, and I whimper, imagining eyes on us, his security spotting the boss railing the girl against the pane. Shame burns, but it only makes me wetter, walls fluttering as pleasure coils tight.
I clamp down hard on his thick length.
“Shit….princess, don't do that” he groans in a strained voice.
And I do exactly that,clamp down hard on him again like a vice. He grunts, slamming deep one last time, flooding me again with hot cum that drips down my legs.
We stay like that, pinned and panting, drones still flashing oblivious outside. Enemies? Sure. But in this moment, pressed against his world, I crave the danger as much as he does.