Chapter 41
My heart races and my cheeks burn at just the thought of the embarrassment I’d feel if anyone caught or heard us. Technically, we’re not hiding anymore, and I shouldn’t care, but I would die if a stranger saw me like this.
He drags me behind him through the dim hallway, past racks of weights and mirrored walls. We slip behind the false panel and into the sealed sauna chamber.
He doesn’t even wait.
He presses me to the wall, chest to my back, taking off his pants. I’m still shaking.
There’s movement outside.
“Someone’s there,” I whisper, my heart still hammering.
He doesn’t stop. He spins me around to face him and his hand snakes down, lifting my thigh, opening me. His mouth brushes my neck.
“I know.” His voice is calm. “I don’t care.”
He slides into me brutally, and I swear, I forget what I was even scared of. He lets out this low sound of satisfaction.
My head slams back against the wall, and I gasp loud enough to echo. His hand is on my mouth before the sound even finishes leaving me.
“Shh,” he breathes, smiling against the back of his hand, loving every second of this chaos he’s dragging me through.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Isabella.”
I moan inside his palm. My whole body’s shaking. God, I’m dripping down my thighs like I’m begging to be found.
“I could fuck you through a war zone and you’d still open up for me, wouldn’t you?”
The thrusts are deep, slow, vicious and rough, savoring my helplessness and how close to the edge I am.
My legs are shaking; I’m barely breathing, and all I can think is yes.
Yes, I love it. Yes, I’m scared. Yes, I want more.
Yes, I’d let him make me his fuck-toy.
“Messy little thing,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my face.
I clench around him, helpless.
His hips press in deeper.
“Fuck. That’s it. Just like that.”
My breath stutters. I shake my head. I’m trying to hold it together, but it’s fraying. Every thrust drags another noise out of my throat that his hand has to catch.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he says softly. “Letting me take what I want. Letting me have you.”
I nod, tears in my eyes, from the pressure, the tension, the way my whole body is lit up and teetering on the edge.
He groans low, deep in his chest, and it shakes through me.
The sounds outside grow louder. Closer. I know we should stop. He should pull out.
The panic comes back. I try to push his hand off my mouth, just enough to breathe or say something, but he doesn’t let me.
Instead, his hand tightens, and he fucks into me harder.
“You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
My mind is a mess. I don’t know if I want him to stop or keep going or make it worse.
“Adam, I—” I mumble into his hand.
“Come for me,” he breathes. “Be my good girl and come. Right here, where anyone could walk in and see what you let me do to you.”
I fall apart so fast it knocks the wind out of me. I shake, tense, cry into his hand and try not to scream. My body locks up around him, tight and pulsing, as the orgasm rips through me like a full-body spasm, and he doesn’t stop. My body convulses, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans in my ear, but he doesn’t stop moving. He fucks me through it like he’s feeding off it.
Then he pulls out.
“Turn around,” he says.
I do. My hands are on the wall, and my legs can barely hold me up.
He’s already behind me, dragging my ass back toward his cock.
I barely have time to brace before he’s got one hand tangled in my hair, the other spreading my pussy open like it’s his fuck-toy.
“You wanted to be used? You fucking begged for it.”
His cock drags through my slit, soaking wet from how ready I am.
“Yes,” I say, breathless.
What am I saying?
His fingers tighten in my hair and his cock thrusts violently inside me, pulling a loud gasp from my lips.
“Shh, Isabella,” he whispers in my ear, his hand over my mouth again. “Those sounds are mine to enjoy.”
He starts pounding me immediately, hard and savage. Every thrust is a punishment and a reward at the same time.
“Tight little hole.” His teeth grind. “Do you feel how deep I am?”
I can barely think, let alone speak. His cock is battering my pussy, hitting that sweet, devastating spot with every stroke. I choke out a moan.
“Answer me.”
“Y-yes, fuck—yes …”
He slaps my ass, hard. God, I can’t think of the embarrassment now.
“Say it. Say this pussy’s mine.”
He grabs both my hips and slams into me harder, cock driving deep and fast. Every inch hits where it hurts so good, and he knows it.
“It’s yours—fuck, it’s yours …”
He groans behind me, hungry for more.
“Fuck, that’s right. This little hole’s mine to ruin.”
He reaches my face, fingers hooking into my mouth and pulling my head back by my jaw, forcing me to arch my back for a deeper angle.
My moans are wrecked, desperate, dripping on my thighs.
“You like getting ruined like this? Used like a fuck-doll?”
I try to nod, but he’s already pinning my head against the wood, fucking me harder, deeper, and crueler. My walls spasm, clenching around his cock.
My orgasm hits, fast and consuming. I scream into his palm, but he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans low, teeth gritted.
He pulls out of me, fists his cock, and strokes himself with rough, tight movements.
“Fuck—f-fuck,” he rasps.
He spills on my lower back and presses in close, grinding into the mess he just made like he can’t stop. His forehead hits my shoulder, and his voice drops.
He leans in, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Mine,” he says softly.
“Yours.”