Chapter 2
TWO
Lucan
I can't believe I just kissed her.
The thought hammers through my mind even as I stare down at Virelle's flushed face, her lips still swollen from my mouth, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath that goddamn dress that has been driving me insane all day.
I should pull away. Apologize. Tell her this was a mistake and that we need to maintain professional boundaries until we can get out of this elevator and pretend none of this ever happened.
Instead, my hand tightens at the back of her neck.
"You have no idea what you've done to me," I say, my voice rough. "No idea how many times I've had to stop myself from doing exactly this."
Her hazel eyes widen slightly, but she doesn't pull away. If anything, she leans closer, and that small movement destroys whatever restraint I have left.
My thumb strokes along the side of her neck, feeling her pulse racing beneath my touch. "You're trapped in here with me, Virelle. You understand that, don't you? The storm outside, the elevator stopped—you can't escape me right now."
She shivers, and I feel it travel through her entire body.
"You're my pretty little captive now," I continue, my voice dropping lower. "And I'm not letting you leave until I've had you exactly the way I've been imagining for weeks. Until you're stuffed full of my cum. Until I've bred you and used that sweet pussy in every way possible."
Her breath catches audibly. I watch her pupils dilate, see the way her thighs press together instinctively. She's aroused. Her pussy must be clenching, that's why she's pressing her thighs together. I like knowing that the thought of being taken by me makes her feel thrilled.
"Let me tell you my darkest secret, Virelle. I'm obsessed with you, more than you know. Did you know I was watching you even when you didn't know? Even when you're not at work?" I ask.
She jerks slightly in my arms. "What?"
"I have pictures of you."
Her eyes go even wider.
"I go to that park where you jog every morning before work," I tell her, watching her face carefully.
"I take pictures of you in those tiny sports bras you wear, the ones that show off your tits to everyone.
Those little shorts that hug your ass so perfectly.
I've wanted to bury my hands between those ass cheeks for weeks.
Wanted to suck on those pretty nipples that get hard and sometimes protrude through your sports bra. "
"You've been... stalking me?" Her voice is barely a whisper.
"I'm worse than you think," I say darkly. "I follow you to restaurants where you drink with your friends. I watch you get drunk while imagining dragging you out of there and fucking you in a dark alley while you beg me for more."
I can see the effect my words have on her. Her cheeks flush deeper. One hand fists in my shirt while the other moves to her thigh, stroking nervously. Her breathing becomes more ragged.
"Does it terrify you?" I ask, moving my hand from her neck down her side, over the curve of her waist. "Knowing I've been stalking you? That I've been taking pictures of you because my obsession means I need to watch you even when we're not at work?"
I pull her skirt up slowly, deliberately, and press my hand between her legs.
Her panties are soaked through. I can feel the dampness against my skin. It makes my chest swell with pride and glee. I like that she's turned on. That she needs this dark sexual release as much as me.
"Or does it arouse you enough that you've soaked through your pretty panties?" I press her clit through her panties and she moans. "You're so wet, dripping at the thought of being fucked by a man who stalks you."
She swallows hard, unable to answer.
I kiss her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. "You're a depraved little slut, aren't you? You want me to fuck you in this elevator, where you're trapped and can't escape?"
"Yes," she whispers. "I want you. I'm into men like you, who are dominant and experienced, who know what they want."
The admission makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.
"Well, I'll give you what you want, then. Will you obey me, little girl?"
I can see how submissive she is. The way she leans into me, seeking my command. Her body practically begs for my control.
"Yes," she says. "I want to please you."
"I want to submit to you," she says breathlessly. "I want you to control me. Make my body stop shaking from being stuck here."
I laugh darkly. "Oh, I'll make sure you never forget this night."
Then I grab her face and kiss her savagely, biting her lower lip, devouring her mouth like I've been starving for weeks. Which I have been. I bite and suck until her lips are swollen and red, until she's gasping against me.
My hands move to her dress, and I tear it off her body with more force than necessary. The fabric gives way easily, and suddenly she's standing before me in only her bra and panties.
I step back slightly to admire her.
Fuck.
Her body is perfect. An hourglass shape that makes my hands ache to touch every curve.
Soft and feminine and ready to be fucked properly.
Her breasts strain against the lace of her bra, her nipples already hard and visible through the thin fabric.
Her waist curves in before flaring out to wide hips that were made for bearing children. My children.
My cock is painfully hard now, straining against my boxers, rubbing uncomfortably against the fabric at the sight of her nearly naked body.
She presses her thighs together instinctively, and I snap at her. "No. I want to see that messy pussy that's soaked for me." I tap her stomach. "Take off your panties and show me where you need my cock."
She swallows but doesn't hesitate. Her hands move to her hips, and she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. I can see the desire in her eyes to please me as she slides them down her legs.
"Good girl," I say roughly. "Now the bra. Take it off."
Her hands move to the clasp, and within seconds her bra falls away.
Her breasts are magnificent. Full and heavy, with rosy nipples that are already pebbled with arousal. I reach out and grope them roughly, weighing them in my hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
She gasps, arching into my touch.
"These tits are perfect," I growl. "Made for my rough hands. Made for my mouth."
I lower my head and capture one nipple between my lips, sucking hard while my hand continues to play with the other. She cries out, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders.
I kiss my way across her chest to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Then I move up to her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, everywhere I can reach. Biting and sucking like a wild animal as I press her back against the elevator wall.
Blood rushes to my cock with every whimper and moan she gives me. I like knowing she's so into this, that she's thoroughly consumed and enjoying herself.
"You taste so fucking good," I tell her between kisses. "So sweet. So perfect. I'm going to mark every inch of you."
My hands roam over her body, claiming her, memorizing every curve and dip. I bite down on the junction between her neck and shoulder, and she moans loudly.
"That's it," I encourage. "Let me hear you. Let me know how much you like being used by your boss."
I reluctantly pull away from her long enough to remove my pants and boxers. My cock springs free, hard and ready and aching.
Her eyes drop to it, and I see her swallow nervously.
"I'm going to fuck you raw," I tell her bluntly. "I'm going to breed you. And you can't do anything about it because you're trapped here with me."
"I want it," she says immediately. "I don't care. The danger excites me."
Those words snap the last thread of my control.
"Wrap your legs around me," I command. "I want to bury myself deep inside your pussy so you feel it everywhere."
She obeys without hesitation, and I lift her easily, pressing her back against the elevator wall. I position myself at her entrance and push inside in one slow, deep stroke.
She's so tight. So wet. So fucking perfect.
We both groan as I bottom out inside her.
"Fuck," I breathe against her neck. "You feel incredible."
I start to move, pounding into her against the wall. My mouth finds her breast again, sucking on her nipple as I give her slow, deep strokes that touch her cervix with each thrust.
Her pussy clenches around me harder every time I kiss the entrance to her womb. I love feeling that forbidden, feminine part of her, knowing she's so vulnerable that I can fuck her there.
"You're going to take all of me," I growl against her skin. "Every inch. Every drop of cum. I'm going to shove it all right here." I press my hand against her lower belly, right where her womb is. "You're going to take every drop and get pregnant like a good girl."
She shivers violently, her pussy clenching around my cock like a vice.
I smile darkly. "You like that idea, don't you? The thought of me breeding you right here in this elevator where you can't escape?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, please."
"Please what?"
"Please breed me, Mr. Wrenford. Fill me up. Make me yours."
Those words drive me wild. I increase my pace, fucking her harder against the wall, my mouth alternating between her breasts, sucking and biting until she's writhing against me.
"That's my good girl," I praise between thrusts. "Taking my cock so well. Your pussy was made for this. Made to be filled with my cum. Made to carry my children."
She moans loudly, her head falling back against the wall.
"You're going to come on my cock," I tell her. "And then I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with me. Until there's no question that you belong to me."
My hand moves between us to find her clit, and I rub it in tight circles while continuing to pound into her.
"Come for me, Virelle. Come for your boss while he breeds you."
She shatters around me, her pussy convulsing as she cries out my name. The sensation of her coming on my cock pushes me over the edge, and I bury myself as deep as I can go, emptying myself inside her with a groan.
I continue to thrust slowly through both our orgasms, making sure every drop of my cum stays buried deep inside her.
When we're both finally spent, I don't pull out immediately. Instead, I keep her pinned against the wall, my cock still inside her, my forehead resting against hers as we both catch our breath.
"You're mine now," I tell her quietly. "Do you understand that?"
She nods, her hazel eyes meeting mine.
"Say it."
"I'm yours," she whispers.
"Good girl. I'm going to punish you if you do anything to displease me, and your punishments will be both painful and pleasurable."
I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her.
The elevator might eventually start moving again. The storm might pass. Reality might intrude.
But right now, in this moment, Virelle Ashcombe belongs only to me.