39. Thirty-Nine #2
I opened my lips, taking his fingers in, tasting my own arousal mixed with the salt of his skin.
His eyes locked with mine in our reflection, pupils blown wide with desire.
He replaced his fingers with his cock, pushing inside me in one smooth thrust that made me cry out against the glass.
With one hand gripping my hip and the other tangled in my hair, he began to move, each thrust driving me harder against the window.
Below us, I could see the club pulsing with movement—a dark, writhing mass of bodies in various stages of pleasure and business. The glass vibrated with each of his thrusts, making me feel like we were on display even though I knew no one could see us.
“Everyone down there,” Arrow growled against my ear, his pace relentless, “thinks they own a piece of this city. But they’re all just playing at power.” His hand snaked around to grip my throat. “Real power is this—knowing exactly what someone wants and controlling whether they get it.”
I moaned as he hit a spot deep inside me. My hands splayed against the glass, leaving sweaty imprints as I braced myself against his assault.
“Is that what this is?” I gasped, pushing back against him. “You controlling me? Showing everyone how powerful Arrow Romanov is, fucking his enemy’s daughter.”
His laugh was dark velvet against my skin. “We both know better than that.”
He was right. This wasn’t control—it was a collision, two forces of nature meeting at their breaking point.
I watched our reflection in the glass, my face flushed, lips parted, eyes wild with a hunger I’d never been able to tame.
Arrow behind me, his face a mask of beautiful violence, eyes never leaving mine even as he drove into me with enough force to make the mirror rattle.
“Look at them,” he commanded, jerking my chin down so I could see the crowd below. “They’re all searching for something they’ll never find. But you and I—” He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust that made me cry out. “We’ve already found it in each other’s destruction.
I shuddered against him as the truth of his words sank into my skin, deeper than any mark he’d left on me.
We were mirrors—dark, cracked, reflecting the worst and most beautiful parts of each other.
His cock filled me completely, the angle making me gasp with each thrust as he pinned me against the glass.
Below us, I spotted Orion moving through the crowd, scanning faces. Looking for Arrow, no doubt. The meeting we’d abandoned was still in progress. The thought of those men waiting while Arrow fucked me against this window sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t explain.
“They’re waiting for you,” I breathed, watching Orion’s progress through the club.
“Let them wait.” His teeth scraped my shoulder, biting down just hard enough to make me cry out. “Some things are more important than business.”
His rhythm changed, became more punishing, more deliberate. Each thrust drove me higher, pushed me closer to that precipice where thought dissolved into pure sensation. My nails scratched against the glass, seeking purchase as he drove into me relentlessly.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice rough against my ear. “I want to watch you come apart while I’m inside you.”
I slid my hand between my legs, fingers finding my clit as he continued thrusting deep inside me.
The dual sensation—his cock filling me, my fingers circling that sensitive bundle of nerves—had me spiraling quickly toward release.
In our reflection, I looked wild, untamed, and wrecked.
Arrow’s face behind me was a portrait of beautiful savagery, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched me touch myself while he claimed me.
“You’re going to come for me,” he growled, his pace quickening. “Right here, where anyone could see if they looked up.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my fingers working faster against my clit as his thrusts became more erratic. The obscenity of it—being fucked against a one-way mirror overlooking a sex club while dangerous men waited for him—pushed me closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” he urged, his breath hot against my neck. “Show me how much you want this. Show me how much you like being my greedy little slut.”
My body tensed as the first waves of orgasm crashed through me.
I watched my reflection as I came, my face contorted in ecstasy, Arrow’s name spilling from my lips in a desperate, broken cry.
The pleasure was so intense that my knees buckled, but he held me firmly against the glass, his arm like an iron band around my waist.
“Mine,” he growled, his rhythm faltering as my body clenched around him. With a final, punishing thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he came. I felt the heat of him filling me, marking me from the inside out.
We both stood there, panting, my cheek pressed against the cool glass, his forehead resting against my shoulder.
“Did you find what you were looking for?" Arrow asked, his voice unexpectedly gentle as he slowly withdrew from me.
I turned to face him, leaning back against the mirror. “I’m still deciding.”
He tucked himself away, zipping up his pants while I stood there, legs trembling, his cum dripping down my inner thigh. I watched him in the reflection, the way he smoothed his hair back into place, adjusted his tie, transforming back into the businessman who commanded respect with a single glance.
“You should get dressed,” he said, his voice returning to that controlled, measured tone. “The meeting will be wrapping up soon.”
I laughed, still leaning against the glass. “You abandoned a meeting with the most dangerous men in New York to fuck me against a window, and now you’re worried about punctuality?”
His mouth twitched. “I’m not worried about the meeting. I’m worried about you walking out there looking like you’ve been fucked.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I straightened, smoothing my dress down over my hips. “Let them see exactly what distracted the great Arrow Romanov from business. That I’m the only thing that can make Arrow Romanov lose control.”
His eyes darkened as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Is that what you think this is about? Control?”
“Isn’t it always?” I pushed off from the glass. There was something deliciously vulgar about standing there, discussing power dynamics while his cum leaked from me.