CHAPTER 12 #3
My free hand goes to work. I drag the hem of her skirt up to her waist. My bruised knuckles scrape roughly up her inner thighs until I find the damp lace of her underwear.
I don't push it aside. I hook two fingers into the fabric and rip it straight down the middle.
The sound of the tearing lace echoes over the hum of the servers.
I leave my hand planted right over her heat, feeling how soaked she is through the ruined silk.
"You didn't need these. You're already so wet for me. Admit it."
I slip my fingers directly into her center, working her with a rhythmic, heavy pressure.
I know exactly where to press, exactly how to ruin her control.
Her head thumps back against the concrete wall, her eyes fluttering shut as her body gives up the fight.
The slick, wet sound of my fingers mixes with her fractured breathing. I have her. She’s completely unraveled.
"Look at me. See what you're doing for a monster. Is this what the FBI taught you?"
I reach down and unbuckle my belt with one hand, refusing to let go of her wrists. I free my cock, heavy, aching, and pulsing with need. The heavy metal buckle hits the concrete floor with a sharp clatter. I’m not using protection. I want this as raw and permanent as it gets.
"No more barriers. Nothing between us now. I’m going to fill your head until you can’t think of anyone else."
I grip her by the hips and haul her up. She reflexively wraps her long legs around my waist, her heels digging sharply into my back.
I use the wall to support her weight, pinning her completely between my chest and the cold stone.
The heavy gold signet ring on my hand scrapes a faint red line across her hip bone.
She’s so light, but she feels like the weight of the world.
"Hold onto me. Don't you dare let go. You're not going anywhere."
I line myself up and bury myself inside her in one sharp, impossibly deep thrust. She lets out a jagged, broken scream that I swallow whole with my mouth.
I don't give her a single second to adjust to my size.
I start a relentless, hammering pace, rattling her bones against the wall with every hit.
I drag my teeth over her earlobe, groaning out the pure relief of finally being exactly where I belong.
"You're mine. Say it. Tell me you're mine."
I drive into her with completely uncontrolled power.
This isn't just about getting off, it’s about absolute dominance.
Every time my hips slam into hers, I’m driving the reality of her treason deeper into her flesh.
Her fingernails dig so hard into my shoulders they pierce my shirt and draw blood.
I’m going to break her so well no one else will ever be able to put her back together.
"Remember this when you look at your badge. Remember this when you think about Trenton. Only I can give you this."
I want to hear her break. I keep my voice a low, gravelly rasp in her ear, demanding she confess exactly what she is.
I tighten my fingers in her hair and yank her head back so she’s forced to stare blindly at the blinking green and blue LED lights on the server racks above us.
I can feel her heart trying to escape her chest.
"Confess for me, Alessia. Tell me you’re a traitor. Tell me you love it."
She shatters. Her control completely disintegrates.
She screams my name, her spine arching violently off the wall as her climax rips through her like a physical blow.
Her inner walls spasm relentlessly around my cock.
She is sobbing, begging, giving me every fucking word I want to hear while her legs lock around my waist. There she is. My Queen of the dark.
"I'm yours! Leon, please! I'm a traitor... I'm yours!"
Her climax drags mine right out of me. I hit my breaking point a second later, driving into her as deep as I can go, pinning her flush to the wall with my entire body weight.
I let out a guttural roar, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
My body shakes with the violent force of the release.
I bite down hard on her shoulder, leaving a permanent mark of my claim.
"God, Alessia. Mine. Forever."
We stay tangled up in the dim light, my chest heaving against hers. The smell of our sweat and sex fills the claustrophobic space. I don't pull out. I keep her pinned to the stone, my head resting heavy on her shoulder while the adrenaline slowly bleeds out of my veins.
"Don't move yet. Stay here with me. You did good."
Eventually, I let her legs slide slowly back down to the floor.
I keep my hand firmly on her hip to steady her as she finds her footing on shaky legs.
I reach up and use my thumb to gently wipe a single tear off her cheek.
My brain is already shifting gears back to the war waiting outside this door.
I start methodically doing up the buttons of her ruined silk blouse.
"Let's get you cleaned up. The others are waiting. You’re a mob boss’s right hand now, Alessia. Act like it."