Chapter 6: The Penthouse Welcome

The limo ride had left me a wreck. 

My legs were still shaking when I walked into the penthouse. My ruined dress was held together by my hands.

The place was quiet, but I could hear the roar of water. I walked toward the master bedroom. 

The steam was already thick, pouring out from under the bathroom door. I pushed it open.

Xavier was there. He was behind the glass, a dark shape in the mist. 

He didn't say a word. He just watched me. 

I stood there, my chest heaving, the smell of his soap filling my nose. He reached out and slid the glass door back. 

"Get in here," he said. His voice was a flat command.

"Xavier, I’m still wearing my clothes. The dress is—"

"I don't care about the dress. I told you we weren't done."

He reached out and grabbed my arm. He hauled me under the spray. 

The water was freezing. It hit my skin like needles, soaking the silk of my torn dress in seconds.

I gasped, the cold air leaving my lungs. The fabric clung to my tits, making them ache.

"It's cold," I choked out. "I'm not," Xavier growled.

He was hot. His skin was burning against mine as he fisted my hair. 

He slammed me back against the tile. He loomed over me, his cock already hard and thick, pressing into my stomach.

"Look at me," he hissed. "You think because I let you out of that car, the debt is paid? You're mine tonight. Every hour. Every minute."

"You already took so much," I whispered.

"I’ll take more. I’ll take all of it."

He reached down and finished what he started in the limo. 

He ripped the rest of the dress away. The wet silk fell to the floor in a heap. 

I was naked now, exposed under the cold water. He didn't look at me with pity. He looked at me like I was a meal.

"Turn around. Face the wall," he commanded.

"Xavier, please, the tile is too cold."

"Do it now."

I turned. I pressed my palms against the freezing tile. 

The water was still pouring down, slicking my back. 

I felt his hands on my hips. His grip was bone-crushing. He yanked my ass back toward him.

"You're already leaking again," he said. He slid a finger into me, testing the wetness.

 "Your pussy is begging for it. Even when you’re freezing, you’re slick for me."

"It's just... it's just a reaction," I managed to say.

"It's a betrayal, Maeve. Your body knows who owns it."

He didn't wait. He didn't use any lube. He just rammed his dick into me from behind. 

The stretch was brutal. I felt the sting of him hitting my walls, forcing them to open up. 

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. 

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a scream. Not yet.

"Don't you dare go quiet on me," he growled. 

He fisted my hair and pulled my head back so he could whisper in my ear. "I want to hear you break."

He started to pound.

It was a raw, heavy rhythm. The sound of his skin slapping against my wet ass filled the shower. 

Slap. Slap. Slap.

 It echoed off the marble like a drum. 

The water kept falling, washing away my tears as he shoved himself into me over and over.

"You like this, don't you?" He hissed. "Being pinned against the cold stone while I fuck the soul out of you?"

"No," I lied. 

He rammed harder. His dick was hitting my sweet spot with every thrust. 

I felt my knees start to buckle. My palms slipped on the wet tile, and I almost fell, but he caught my waist, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Stay up," he commanded. "I'm not done with you."

"Xavier... I can't... it's too much."

"It's exactly enough. You're never leaving this building, Maeve. I've bought every part of you. Your pussy. Your mouth. Your breath."

He was relentless. He was a machine of muscle and heat, grinding into me while the cold water tried to numb my skin. 

I couldn't fight it. My walls were gripping him, twitching every time he buried himself to the hilt. 

"Talk to me," he said, his voice dropping to a low, possessive rasp. "Tell me how it feels to be fucked by your owner."

"It feels... it feels like I'm breaking," I sobbed.

"Good. Break for me."

He reached around and grabbed my tits, his thumbs rubbing my hard nipples.

The contrast of his hot hands and the cold water made me arch my back. 

I was losing my mind. The friction was building into a white-hot fire in my gut. 

He ramped up the speed. His thrusts were shallow and fast now, hitting me like a jackhammer. 

The wet sounds of our bodies joining were loud and dirty. 

"Take it all," he growled. "Take every inch of my cock."

I felt the climax coming. It was a violent, heavy wave. I couldn't stay quiet anymore.

I let out a ragged, broken moan as my pussy clamped down on him. 

I was shaking, my vision going dark as I shattered.

"That's it," he hissed. He gave one last, brutal shove, his dick pulsing inside me. 

I felt the hot spurt of his cum hitting my cervix, filling me up. 

He groaned, the sound vibrating against my back as he finished.

He stayed there for a second, his forehead pressed against the back of my neck. His breath was hot and heavy. 

For one tiny moment, his hand lingered on my hip, his thumb brushing my skin in a way that felt almost... soft. 

"Maeve," he whispered. 

But then he pulled away. The cold water hit my back again, making me shiver. 

He grabbed my arm and flipped me around. He shoved me toward the glass wall of the shower.

The glass was cold. I pressed my face against it, looking out. 

The penthouse was high up. The city lights were tiny, glowing dots far below us.

People were down there, living their normal lives, having no idea what was happening in this room.

"Look at the city," Xavier growled. He pressed his body against my back, pinning me to the glass. 

"Everyone is down there, living like ants. And you're up here, getting wrecked by me."

He fisted my hair again, forcing me to look at the view.

"You're the only one I want to see like this. And you're the only one I'm never letting go."

I looked at the glass, my breath fogging it up. I was bruised, I was wet, and I was completely ruined. I watched the lights blur, and I knew he was right. I wasn't going anywhere.