Chapter 2

ELARA

He carries me out the back exit like I weigh nothing. The night air slaps my bare legs; my panties are somewhere on the floor of the bar, probably being swept up by a janitor who’ll never know what went down there.

A black limo idles at the curb. Which I guess is his because the driver doesn’t blink when he deposits me in the back seat and slides in after me; instead, the partition rises with a soft hiss.

I curled against his chest, with his jacket still around me and my dress a crumpled mess. The city lights streak across the tinted windows like comets. His heartbeat is steady under my ear...too steady. While mine is beating like a hummingbird trapped in a cage.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks.

I nodded, too wired to say anything. He doesn’t say anything. Just watches me with that predator stillness.

The car glides forward. I shift, trying to get more comfortable, and my thigh brushes the hard tent still straining against his zipper. He hisses through his teeth.

“Stop moving.”

“I... or what?” I said clearly, Playing with fire. 

His hand clamps over my mouth in a possessive way. “Be still, little girl. Or I’ll take you right here.”

The threat should terrify me. Instead, heat pools low in my belly again. I squirm, deliberately grinding against his palm. His eyes flash.

“Fuck it.”

He yanks the jacket away and shoves my dress up to my waist. His two fingers plunge into me without warning; my juice made it easier for his fingers to go in slick, easy, and deep inside me. I moan into his hand.

“Quiet,” he growls. “I only want to hear you moan for me; I'm not ready to share your delicate voice with others.”

I bite his palm to muffle the sounds. He curls his fingers, hitting my G point, only to stroke it mercilessly. My hips buckled, and the leather seat creaked beneath us.

“Look at you,” he murmurs against my temple. “Still greedy after I split you open.”

I come hard, clenching around his fingers, tears streaking my cheeks. He keeps going, drawing it out until I’m sobbing, oversensitive, begging in broken whispers.

Only then does he withdraw. He licks his fingers clean while I watch, dazed. “Better,” he says. “Now hold still.”

The limo stops. I looked up only to see a skyscraper I don’t recognize; it is all glass and steel and money. He scoops me up again, bridal style, which I notice he does flawlessly, and strides through a private lobby. The doorman averts his eyes. He uses the keycard to open a private elevator. The doors close, and we begin to ascend.

I started trembling again, maybe out of adrenaline and aftershocks; who knows? He sets me on my feet but keeps an arm around my waist. “Welcome to my penthouse,” he says to me. His voice is rougher now. “I am going to keep to my promises of giving you an escape, little girl.”

The elevator opens directly into his penthouse. His house is designed with floor-to-ceiling windows, with the city a carpet of stars below. Everything is black marble and chrome, cold and perfect. He doesn’t give me time to look.

He backs me against the nearest wall, hands already tearing at his shirt. Buttons scatter. His chest is a map of scars...knife wounds, burn marks, and a tattoo of a wolf mid-leap over his heart. I trace one scar with shaking fingers.

“Later,” he snaps. “You need to tame the beast you woke up in the vehicle; I can't wait.”

He lifts me, and I put my legs around his waist. He raises me a bit and aligns his cock to my entrance and enters me in one quick thrust, stretching me so far that I can feel him in my chest cavity. From this angle, it felt deeper and rawer. My back scrapes the wall with every slam of his hips as I scream in pleasure.

“Tell me,” he demands, teeth grazing my throat. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I gasp. “Only you.”

"Yes, only to me. Look at you, little greed, little thing. You take me so well; you were made for me, weren't you? Little girl. I have no patience to go slow now." 

He hooks his fingers under my bra and pushes it up, releasing my tits from their confinement. He bent down and caught my right nipple in his mouth, sucking and tasting it. His ministration caused my pussy to drip wet and clench him more, which in turn made him more rabid because he began 

He fucks me faster, like he’s trying to fuse us, skin, bone, and soul. Slamming into me back and forth until my second orgasm rips through me so violently I black out for a heartbeat. When I come to, he’s carrying me down a hallway, still hard inside me and moving.

He took us into a bedroom with a massive bed and black silk sheets. He throws me down and flips me onto my stomach while instructing me to raise my ass in the air. Listening to his commands, I do exactly as he asks. He strokes his penis and enters me from behind. The new angle makes me scream.

With one hand, He tangled my hair, and the other tweaked my nipples all at once; this sends a lot of my nerves into overdrive.

I can hear the wet sounds of our mating body echoing over the sounds of moans. 

I can feel the orgasm coming, and this is greater than I have ever felt. Starting at my tailbone, it hit me like a shock wave; my body buckled, and I screamed out while driving my face into the bed. He groaned and shuddered while spilling his cum inside me.

After a few minutes I can feel his penis bulging and pulsing inside me, and that should have been the indication that he will be ruining me for life.