Chapter 5: The Limo Reclamation

The limo door slammed shut with a heavy thud. Before I could even sit down, Xavier’s hand was a vice around my throat. 

He hauled me toward him, his eyes dark and full of a cold, mean fire. He was pissed. I’d seen that junior dev smile at me in the lobby, and I knew I’d pay for it.

"You like the attention, Maeve? You like it when he looks at you like you’re something he can actually have?"

His voice was a low, dangerous rasp. "Xavier, it was just a smile. I didn't even—"

"Shut up." He didn't wait. He reached out and grabbed the front of my dress. With one violent yank, the fabric gave way. The sound of the seams ripping filled the quiet car. 

He didn't care that it was expensive. He just wanted it gone. He shredded the silk down to my waist, leaving me shivering in the air-conditioned chill.

"The partition is locked," he growled. "No one is coming to save you."

He shoved me down onto the leather seat. The leather was freezing against my bare back. He wasn't. He was a furnace, his heat pressing into me as he loomed over.

"Xavier, please. We're in the middle of the city. The driver—"

"The driver knows his place. Do you know yours?" He didn't wait for an answer. 

He reached down and grabbed my legs, hauling them apart. He wasn't gentle. He shoved my knees back toward my chest until I felt the pull in my hips. 

I heard the sharp, metallic slide of his zipper. Then the snap of my lace panties as he tore them right off. He didn't even look at them. He just tossed the ruined lace onto the floor.

"Look at you," he hissed. "You're already leaking. Your pussy is soaking wet because I’m angry. You love it when I reclaim what's mine."

"No," I whispered, but he was right. My body was a traitor. I was slick, my pussy pulsing in the cold air, begging for him to fill the void.

He didn't use a condom. He never did when he was like this. He aligned his hips and shoved.

He rammed into me in one hard, dry thrust.

A scream tore out of my throat, but he slammed his palm over my mouth, pinning my head against the leather. The stretch was brutal. I felt like I was being split open. 

The sting was sharp, a raw friction that made my eyes water. "Take it," he growled into my ear. "Take every fucking inch of my dick."

The car swerved suddenly as it hit a corner. The movement forced him even deeper, his cock hitting my cervix with a thud that made my brain go white. I

 bucked against him, my hands fisting his shirt, trying to push him away while my pussy clamped down on him, milking him with a biological desperation I couldn't fight.

"You're so tight for me," he whispered. His voice softened for a split second, his thumb brushing my cheek before his hand moved to fist my hair again. "Only mine."

Then he started to pound. 

It was a relentless, rhythmic assault. Every time the car swayed, he used the momentum to shove harder. 

The wet slap of his skin hitting my thighs was the only sound besides the low hum of the engine. Slap. Slap. Slap. "You think he wants you? He wants to touch you. 

I'm the only one who gets to ruin you, Maeve. I'm the only one who gets to fuck you until you can't walk."

"Xavier... please... it hurts," I managed to gasp against his palm.

"I want it to hurt. I want you to remember this every time a man looks at you." He pulled back until he was almost out, the tip of his dick teasing my entrance, before ramming home again.

The friction was turning into a searing, electric heat. I was so wet now that every thrust made a loud, squelching sound.

"Mmmph!" I tried to scream again as he hit my sweet spot over and over. He was grinding his pelvis into mine, his sweat dripping onto my chest. He was relentless, a machine made of muscle and hate.

"Tell me who owns this pussy," he commanded, moving his hand so I could speak.

"You... you do," I sobbed, my back arching off the leather. I was lost. I was gripping him with everything I had, my walls twitching around his thick dick.

"Say my name while I fuck you."

"Xavier... please, Xavier!"

He ramped up the speed. The car hit a pothole, and he delivered a massive, bone-shaking thrust. I felt my climax building, a violent wave of heat that crashed over me. I shattered, my pussy pulsing in wild, uncontrollable waves. 

"That's it. Take my come, Maeve. Take all of it."

He delivered three final, brutal shoves. I felt his dick pulse inside me, the first hot spurt of his cum hitting my cervix. 

He groaned, a deep, animal sound, as he filled me up. He buried his face in my neck, his breath ragged and hot against my skin.

He stayed there for a long time, his dick still deep inside me, pulsing as he finished. The silence in the limo was heavy. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, warm and thick, running down onto the leather seat.

Slowly, he pulled out. I felt the wet slide of him leaving me, the cold air hitting my wrecked pussy. My legs were shaking so hard I couldn't close them.

He reached for the intercom. He didn't even look at me as he straightened his suit. He looked perfectly composed, while I sat there in the ruins of my dress, covered in his sweat and cum.

"Arthur," Xavier said into the mic. "Take the long way through the city. Don't stop the car until I hear a scream."

He turned back to me, a dark smile on his lips. He grabbed my hair again, forcing me to look at him.

"We aren't done, Maeve. Not by a long shot."

I watched the city lights blur past the tinted windows. I was bruised, I was leaking, and I was his. The car kept moving, and I knew the night was just beginning.