Page 48 of Empire of Lust
She is mine. Every breath, moan, smile. Every attribute and imperfection… mine. I know it to be true when she so willingly melts in the heat we create together. When touching her instantly soothes the burning torment I’ve suffered all these weeks. The frustration, the yearning, the constant questioning of who she’s with and what they’re doing. It all disappears now that my hands are on her, and she’s so eager to submit to me. Everything else becomes white noise.
I was a fool to think there was any other way, and I’ll destroy any man or woman who stands in the way of me owning her completely.
Her body shudders, and the glass in front of us fogs with every breath she takes. There’s an edge to what we’re doing. We can see everyone downstairs, but no one can see us, which heightens the pleasure, the need.
“What would your coworkers or your piece of shit ex think if they knew you were about to get your pussy fucked just on the other side of a thin piece of glass?” I ask while my fingertips dance along the curve of her ass.
“They… they can’t see us, can they?” The tinge of worry in her voice can’t be ignored.
“Could you see up here when you were looking? And yes, I was watching,” I remind her. “I saw everything. But you couldn’t see me, could you?”
My hand around her throat holds her in place while I lean in and brush my lips against her ear. I’m tempted to mark her flesh. To use her skin as a warning sign to any man that might show interest. “Unless you want them to see. Is that what you want, little bird? Do you want them to watch me claim you?”
“No!” she says, but I feel another truth in the way she leans back against me, her thighs spread a little wider, and the way she coats my fingers when I drive them deep inside her up to the knuckle. “Oh, my god…”
“All those men down there,” I mutter, staring down at the floor while pumping my fingers inside her lazily, teasing her. “Every one of them would die to be in my place right now. There’s only one difference between them and me… do you know what that is?”
“No,” she purrs, and I love the way she needs me, the way she clings to the pleasure I’m giving her.
“Well, little bird.” I nip at her ear, and she startles. “Only I can claim you this way. Only I can make you this wet. Only I can stretch your pussy, forcing my cock inside you. They only wish they were man enough to take you. To claim you like I can. But they won’t. Can’t.”
She gasps at the pressure of my cock against her ass. He’s eager and ready to go, but first, I need her to beg for it. I have to hear her whimper and plead for what she needs. She’s going to forget every other man in existence before I impale her on my cock.
“No other man has the power to make you feel this way. Not that stupid ex of yours or the mediocre bartender trying to flirt with you. Do you know why that is? Why we’re so explosive, and why we’re the worst and best combination? Why the temptation is so great?” I run my lips over the smooth column of her throat, and she tips her head back against my shoulder. I watch as her chest heaves with every ragged breath she takes.
I add a third finger, stretching her pussy, knowing if she’s taking my cock, she’ll need to be properly prepared. Her silky channel tightens around my fingers, and I grit my teeth. I’m ready to snap, rip away my pants, and shove inside her, forcing her to take every thick inch of me, but I restrain.Barely. I’ve waited this long. What’s five more minutes?
“It’s because we were made for each other, Bianca.”
Her entire body strains and her ragged breathing becomes a high-pitched whine as her body climbs higher and higher. “Callum,” she whines, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound.
“Such a good girl.” I fuck her faster, my fingers slipping in and out of her with such ease now. “I know you’re ready. You’re going to come on my fingers while everyone below us continues doing what they’re doing, oblivious to the filthy things I’m about to do to you.”
“Oh… my…” Her entire body bows, her cunt squeezing my fingers to the point of pain. The tension breaks, and the rippling of her muscles begins, drawing my fingers deeper into her channel while she shudders helplessly, her hips jerking, and tits heaving with every gasp for air.
And the whole time, the crowd below us dances and drinks, unaware of the ecstasy I brought her.
She mewls softly, and I ease her away from me and push her against the glass again, this time unzipping her dress. She stiffens, appearing nervous, but the brush of my hand against the small of her back soothes her. “Relax. You’re safe with me. I might have threatened you in the past, but that was only to scare you away. I can’t think straight with you.”
She lets out a sound that makes me think she’s not sure she believes me. That’s fine. She doesn’t have to believe me, at least not right now. The dress pools at her feet, and I turn her in place, groaning at the sight of her tits encased in a sheer bra. Leaning down, I take one of her nipples between my teeth and nip hard enough to elicit a gasp, but the moan that follows reminds me again how perfect she is.
She was made for this, made for me. Pain and pleasure combined. The things I plan to show her. The ways I plan to corrupt her.
“Now, let’s see about this pussy.” She stiffens again at the touch of my hands on her hips before I peel the soaked cotton from her pussy lips. “Afraid? What are you afraid of?”
“Them. This. Us. What happens if someone finds out?”
“No one can see anything, and who cares what anyone else thinks? If we want this… if you want this, that’s all that matters.” When she tries to turn her face away, I take her delicate chin in my hand and adjust her, so we’re eye-to-eye. “Don’t hide from me, little bird.”
I lower her thong to the floor before savoring the smooth silk of her legs and the way she shudders and sighs beneath my touch. She loves every filthy moment we share, but at heart, she’s still a good girl. Naive to the dark world surrounding us.
Something inside me rises to the challenge of breaking down every one of her fears. The stupid walls she’s built up around herself.
I’ll start my descent into hell with my mouth. Skimming along her thighs, I lap up the juices that have leaked halfway down her legs with my tongue, groaning in helpless abandon as the last of my resolve melts away.
How the hell did I ever think I could ever live without touching her again?
A ragged cry escapes her mouth, and her hands find the back of my head and spear through my hair. I glance up at her, chuckling to find her head hanging back, her mouth open in abandon. Everything in my life is dirty and ugly, but then there is Bianca. A beautiful flower rising out of the concrete.Mine.Nothing and no one will take her from me. Not even my misplaced sense of right and wrong.