I lean back, pulling her upright and exiting her perfect ass to turn her to face me. Our eyes lock, and I lift her in my arms, my cock slamming back inside her as I hold her up against the wall as if she weighs nothing. I slow my thrusts, wanting to memorize this moment, the way she looks when she’s riding the waves of pleasure I create.
This is what she wants, what she needs. It’s not just the physical release; it’s the surrender of control, the immersion in a world where only our pleasure exists.
“That’s it, Maya. Feel me inside you. Know that you’re mine.”
I bite her swollen lips, my teeth scraping over the plump flesh, and she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders. I love how responsive she is and how her body surrenders to my demands, and I take full advantage of it.
“My cock owns that perfect ass, little critic. Now let me feel you come.”
I slam into her, feeling her muscles clench around me. I can feel her tremors building, her body tightening like a coil, and then she’s falling apart in my arms, her eyes rolling back in her head as she cries out my name.
“That’s it, Maya. Let it take you. Come for me.”
Her muscles contract around my cock, her ass milking me as she rides out her orgasm. I feel her juices dripping down my legs, and I know she’s completely lost in the sensation. Her face is relaxed in pleasure, eyes shut as she savors the aftershocks.
I want to mark her, brand her as mine. Slowly, I pull out of her ass and turn her around to face the wall. I position myself behind her and slam back inside, not giving her a chance to catch her breath.
“Take it, Maya. Take my cock.”
I grip her hips tightly as I thrust into her, feeling the power in my movements. She’s taking all of me, her body yielding, and I know this is what she needs—to be possessed, to be claimed.
“You like that, don’t you? Feeling my cock in your ass. Taking me where no one else has.”
I reach around, rubbing her clit as I slam into her, wanting to push her over the edge again.
“You like my cock right there, don’t you? Now prove it. Come again.”
The tension in her body builds and tightens as she teeters on the edge. Her breath comes in short gasps, and her hands grip the edges of the wall, her knuckles white.
“That’s it, Maya. Let go. Come for me again.”
She obeys, her body trembling as she cries out, her ass contracting around my cock. I can’t hold back any longer. With a few more thrusts, I let go, flooding her ass with my cum.
“Take it all, Maya. Take my cum in your ass.”
I feel her muscles clench around me as I fill her, and I bite her shoulder, marking her as mine. We’re connected in this moment of intense pleasure, our bodies fused together.
She’s mine, and nothing else matters.
23
MAYA
Ishift uncomfortably on the silk sheets, every movement a sharp reminder of what transpired. Adrian’s breathing has settled into a deep rhythm beside me, his body turned away. The moonlight filtering through the windows casts eerie shadows across his back.
My heart pounds against my ribs as I slowly lift the covers. One wrong move, and he’ll wake. The soft rug on the floor warms as I ease out of bed, freezing at every creak and groan of the mattress.
Adrian mumbles something in his sleep, and I hold my breath. But he doesn’t stir.
The clothes he folded neatly on the chair remind me of his meticulous control. I grab them with trembling fingers, not daring to put them on. The door seems miles away.
Each step is agony, but the pain keeps me focused. Clear-headed. I need that clarity now more than ever. Because part of me wants to crawl back into bed to explore whatever this perverse connection between us means.
That’s insanity talking. He’s a killer. A monster who lured me here, drugged me, imprisoned me.
The door handle feels cold under my palm. I turn it with excruciating slowness, praying it won’t squeak. A rush of cooler air hits my skin as I slip through the gap.
The hallway stretches before me, dimly lit by security lights. Somewhere in this building is the way out. I have to find it before he wakes and realizes I’m gone.