5. Break Him

The door slammed shut behind them, swallowing the noise of the club, the music, the world.

Lena had dragged Alex into a small private room, the air thick with jasmine and sweat and his intoxicating cologne, making her head spin as she pressed her back against the door, pulse roaring in her ears.

Alex's chest heaved, his eyes blazed with shock, fury, and hunger in equal measure. The same hunger that had burned in his gaze when he'd lied to her, when he'd told her his arousal was for Nancy.

Lena should have turned away, should have bolted the second she'd seen him standing there frozen in the crowd. But she didn't.

Because this was the moment she'd fantasized about for years. The moment he would finally see her, the real her she'd buried under friendship and laughter and late-night gaming sessions. The her she only ever let loose in the dark, with strangers who didn't matter.

And now he knew.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the mask still dangling from her hand, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Cool air kissed her skin, her nipples tightening under his gaze, breath coming in shallow gasps.

"You shouldn't be here," Lena whispered, but her voice didn't sound like her own. It was raw and desperate.

"Neither should you."

A laugh clawed up her throat. "Oh, Alex. I've always been here." She stepped closer, heat radiating through the thin layer of leather still clinging to her hips. "You just never looked."

His hands fisted at his sides, knuckles white. "Lena—"

"Tell me you didn't like what you saw out there." Her purr carried a challenge. "Tell me you didn't imagine me in that woman's place. Bound, at your mercy."

His breath hitched.

Lena didn't wait for an answer. The words ripped out of her now, years of longing, frustration, wanting him so badly it hurt.

"I've been giving you signs for years, Alex. The outfits, the touches, the way I'd lean into you during movies, the way I press my legs against yours. Aching for you to just-" Her voice cracked. "To just fucking notice."

His eyes darkened, gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back up like he was fighting himself. "You're my best friend."

"And you're mine." Lena closed the distance, fingers curling into his suit lapels. "Which is why it killed me when you lied last night."

His chest rose sharply, breath hot against her face. "It was for Nancy."

"I saw you, Alex." Her nails dug in. "I felt you. And then you lied."

"I didn't—"

"You did." She released him suddenly, stepping back, hands going to the laces of her corset. His eyes followed, breath stuttering as she undid the first knot, then the second. The leather parted, cool air hitting her bare skin, nipples already peaked. "And I skipped work today just to drive you crazy. To make sure you couldn't stop thinking about me. Glad it worked."

The corset hit the floor.

His eyes traced the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the leather panties hugging her hips. H was seriously fighting the urge to reach for her.

"Tell me you don't want this," Lena whispered, stepping forward, her bare chest brushing his suit. His erection strained against his zipper. "Tell me you don't want to touch me. Taste me."

His hands came up, gripping her shoulders only to push her back. But his eyes—those beautiful blue eyes—remained glued to her body, devouring her.

"This isn't you."

"This IS me, Alex. The me I've been hiding from you. The me who fantasizes about you bending me over your desk, your hands on my hips, your cock buried so deep I can't breathe." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "The me who wishes I was Nancy every time you touch her. Who hates that she gets to have you when I've wanted you for years."

His grip tightened, fingers digging into her skin. "Stop."

"No." She reached up, fingers tracing his jaw, tracing the sharp edges. "Tell me what you're feeling right now. Tell me what you think about my nipples, Alex. Tell me how badly you want me."

His breath quickened, chest rising and falling like he'd run a marathon. "This isn't happening."

"It is." Lena pressed closer, lips brushing his ear. "And you want it."

His hands dropped to her wrists, yanking her back. "I have a fiancée."

She smirked even as her heart cracked. "Then why are you hard for me?"

His eyes shut, jaw clenching. Her fingers trailed down his chest, over the rigid outline straining against his pants. He hissed, hips jerking back, but she followed, palm pressing against him, squeezing the thick length of him.

"Feels pretty real to me."

His eyes flew open, desperate. "Lena—"

She surged forward, lips crashing against his, teeth sinking into his lower lip. He groaned, hands flying to her ass cheeks, gripping so tight it should have hurt.

But it burned instead, made her core ache. For one perfect, heart-stopping second, he kissed her back, tongue sweeping into her mouth.

Then he shoved her away. "This is wrong."

Lena straightened, fingers curling into fists. "Then why are you still hard?"

"I'm engaged."

"And yet," she stepped forward, voice taunting, "you can't stop looking at me."

His gaze dropped to her breasts, her peaked nipples.

"Tell me you don't dream about this."

"I don't."

"Liar."

He flinched, eyes snapping to hers. "You don't know what you're asking for."

She stepped closer, bare chest brushing his suit again. "I do. I want you to lose control. To take me. To make me beg." She paused. "Or are you scared?"

She felt him tremble. Why was he holding back, playing innocent when this was clearly what he wanted?

"And if you keep being a coward, then I’ll find someone who will take me like a real man."

"Don’t you dare." Something wild flashed in the depths of his eyes.

She smirked, even as her heart pounded, even as her body ached for him more. "Then stop me."

But he didn’t move. In that moment, she hated him.

Because he wanted her. Fuck, she knew he did, but he wouldn’t take her.

She reached down to waistband of her leather panties. He watched with a gaping mouth as she dragged them down and stepped out of them, now completely naked before him.

His gaze dropped, his eyes darkening as they stopped at the glisten of her cunt.

"Last chance, Alex. Tell me to stop."

He didn’t.

So Lena turned, her hands pressing against the door, ass arched toward him, body aching for him to finally, finally give in.

She muttered a curse under her breath when he looked away from her.

"Fuck you, Alex. Fuck you and your control! Your restraint! Your sexy body!" Her voice broke. "I'm gonna go after all the men in this world! I'm going to make you regret this. And when you come back—when you finally break—you'll beg like you've never begged before."