27. Ella
27
ELLA
I t must be the hormones.
Right?
All the crazy pregnancy things happening to my body were the only possible explanation for the way my nipples tightened and my panties dampened as I watched Theias dominate in the ring.
I was so hot watching him throw each punch at Tank, thwart his every move and hardly get touched that I nearly stripped down to nothing and ran down there to jump his bones. Now, I feel his eyes touch every inch of bared skin as we walk back up to his office. Caleb and Lucas are in front of me, and Owen got lost somewhere behind Theias.
The quick elevator ride is so silent you can hear a pin drop and clang around until it comes to a halt.
As we enter his office, I wander over to the windows and watch as another fight begins. The crowd is wild after Theias and Tank’s match. Jumping in their seats and cheering with strangers.
The heat of Theias at my back encourages me to lean into him as I feel him slit the straps of my outfit. “You fucking kill me in clothes like this,” he growls softly in my ear.
“You bought it,” I remind him with a smile as I glance back at him.
He glowers and snarls at me, appearing feral as he lets my clothes drop to the floor. “Doesn’t matter if I rip them to shreds, then.”
“Will you buy me more?” I pretend to pout, meeting his eyes in the reflection in the glass.
“Anything you want.” His lips meet the side of my neck, brushing along the sensitive skin until goosebumps pepper my skin.
“You, Theias. I just want you.” In that same reflection, I see his eyes darken with possessive need, and I swallow roughly while worrying my lower lip.
He spins me around, the coolness of the window shocking my back, and I gasp as his hand circles my throat. A worshipful touch as he brushes his thumb along the column. Leaning in, he nibbles my earlobe before whispering, “You always have me, sweet doll.”
Bending down, he picks me up with an arm under my ass and carries me over to his desk. Sitting me on the surface, he uses his power to force me to lie back. “Look at them.” The growled demand makes me shiver with anticipation.
Meeting the eyes of Lucas and Caleb, I’m startled to see Tank and Blake kneeling in front of Owen, bruised and bleeding, their hands bound behind their backs. I don’t get the chance to question anything because I feel Theias’ warm mouth cover my pussy.
Back bowed, I cry out from the intimate touch. I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of him pleasuring me. Muttered curses assail my ears, but I ignore them.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whine, pushing into his mouth. I hear someone grumble something, followed by a painful grunt. “Please, more, Daddy.” I teeter right on the edge of an orgasm, and it won’t take much to topple me over.
The hand at my throat tightens a little bit, making my head dizzy as I grip his wrist with both hands. Lifting my feet, I plant them on his shoulders before sliding them down his back and cradling him with my thighs as he savors me like his last meal.
His teeth nibble my clit before moving down to lick inside my pussy. The feeling is so extraordinary that my body shrinks and bends into itself to get closer to him.
When he pulls back, my eyes pop open to watch him strip off his shorts. His enormous cock glides through my slick folds, his mouth glistens with my juices, and when he finally penetrates me, gradually taking his time, I want to wail. I want to beg him to fuck me like his good little whore.
“Daddy,” I growl my own warning, knowing I can’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to. “Stop teasing me.”
There’s another pain-filled grunt that steals Theias’ eyes from me.
I watch his face transform from that of my caring lover to one of a primal animal who wants to tear apart what’s in its sights. In my heart, I know he’s homed in on Blake. He’s over there making the most disgusting comments, but I’m too inside my head to understand or care what he’s going on about.
“Never had her beg for you, have you?” Theias taunts. He gives a sinister laugh as he pumps in and out slowly.
I want more.
“Daddy, ignore him. He’s nothing but a small dick loser. I’m yours now.” Something inside me unlocked, and I’m no longer afraid of Blake, of the things I know he’s thinking he’d like to do to me. There is no more fear. “Make me yours, Theias.”
Slowly, his eyes revert to me, roaming up and down my body as his hips piston in and out, working us both up to a frenzy. His manly hands with sharp callouses dig into my skin as he rubs them all along my body.
Cupping a breast in each hand, he leans down to suck on the puckered nipples. Taking one between his lips, he bites down, pulling on the sensitive flesh and closing his eyes while moaning deeply. “You’re an addicting little doll, aren’t you?” I can barely move, let alone answer. “Mine, all mine, too.”
He slides to the other breast, giving it the same treatment before nipping up my body and finally taking my lips in a soulful kiss. With tongues tangling, I wrap my body around him, forgetting about the five other men in the room watching us. Nothing else matters except the way Theias completes me.
Nothing.
“Never let me go, Daddy,” I demand, my voice firmer than it’s ever been.
“Not in this fucking lifetime, doll. There’ll never be anyone else for me. Just you. Just us.”
He sits back in his chair, dragging me with him and using my body to fuck himself. I’m a vessel at this moment, and I won’t complain because I love the way he loves me so thoroughly. So completely.
It takes minutes of him using my hips for leverage, with my clit grinding into his pelvis, before I explode and gush my juices all over him. I scream my pleasure into the room and collapse against his body as he turns gentle, affording me time to catch my breath.
My ears ring with the ferociousness of my orgasm. Theias’ hands rub up and down my back, soothing me as I come down from my high.
“Baby doll,” he whispers in my ear. I look up at him, blinking until my sight focuses again. “I need in that ass.”
My breath catches, and the room grows silent.
“God, yes. Please, Daddy.” It’s become addictive having him claim me there.
Lifting me from his lap, I’m set on my feet before being turned around and laid out on his desk once more. Every set of eyes in the room is on me.
A year ago, I’d have been ashamed of myself for being so vulnerable, but there’s freedom in allowing Theias to take me this way. To claim me in front of men who work under him, a man who has hurt me, and a man who wanted to dominate Theias tonight. All of them are witnessing precisely the type of man Theias Lorde is as he claims his woman, and I’m happy to be used so licentiously.
There isn’t much warm-up taking me here this time. He uses my own essence for lube, and as I feel the head of his cock slowly enter me, I meet the eyes of each man in the room. I want them to watch, so the least I can do is give them what they need to get off, too.
There’s lust in their eyes, even Tank’s and Blake’s, who likely won’t last out the week. I see how badly they want to be in Theias’ position. Taking a woman who begs for a good, hard, fucking.
“Please, Daddy,” I coo. “Fuck me hard.”
The disgust on Blake’s face makes me laugh. Owen quickly punches him in the back of the head, knocking him to the floor.
“With pleasure, doll.” Theias doesn’t hesitate to fuck me the way he wants once he’s made sure I’m used to his intrusion.
The slapping of his hips resounding through the room is heady, and I close my eyes again to enjoy the sounds and feel of my man claiming me animalistically and absolutely.
I don’t know how or when I passed out from the pleasure, but as I’m cradled in a warm bath, soaking up the love Theias is showing me, I know this is the life I’ve always wanted for myself.
“I love you, Daddy.” Kissing over his heart, I cuddle in closer and fall back asleep to the rumble of his voice in his chest.
“I love you too, doll. Grateful you came into my life.”