Page 115 of Filthy Elites

“Mine,” she gasps as I hover just there—right above her needy clit. “I’m just letting you borrow it.”

I shake my head. “Wrong answer,” I say. “Try again.”

Haley clenches her teeth and looks up at me, eyes wavering with barely suppressed need and desire. Desire, I’m sure, is reflected in my own gaze. Doesn’t matter, though. I know what I need to hear before we cross this line. She needs to admit it. The truth that both of us have known for so long. We’ve been straddling the line between love and hate for so long, I’m not sure if we haven’t crossed the line already.

“Stop being so scared, sweetheart,” I whisper into the darkness of the bedroom. “And tell me what you already know.”

Haley’s pretty blues disappear as she closes her eyes for a brief moment. When they reopen, there’s a sturdiness in her gaze, a resolute understanding. Her breath is louder than her words, but I hear it. “You want me to admit it, Viks?” Her cheeks are flushed, eyes heated. “Fine,” she says. “I want it. I want you. You want me to be yours, okay. I’m yours. Now …fuck me.”

Her wish is my command. I release her arm, settle my hands on her hips and lift her into my lap as I jerk down the waistband of my basketball shorts. My cock stands tall and proud, and for the briefest of moments, I consider using a condom. But this is Haley—Haley Montgomery—the only woman who’s ever looked me dead in the eye and flat out admitted her hatred … and her need. She deserves it raw. She deserves it fucking good.

I press the head of my dick towards her opening and push forward, flexing my hips and rotating them. She whimpers, her nails sinking into my forearms even as her legs spread wider.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I praise her. “You’re doing real good. Taking my cock so fucking well.”

“It’s fucking massive,” she mutters, grimacing as it stretches her pussy open, spearing through her wetness. “Shit, did you have to be so big?”

I chuckle. Of course she’s complaining. I push forward another several inches in one go and love the sound of her breath catching as her chest heaves and bows upward. I thought there could be nothing better than the taste of her on my tongue, but I was wrong. It’s this. It’s the feel of her hot, wet pussy squeezing around my cock so fucking good and tight, practically strangling me.

“Come on now, sweetheart,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “You asked me to fuck you. So…” I thrust forward until my hips meet hers and her back bows and her forehead creases with what looks like a combined mixture of pain and pleasure, “let me fuck you.”

Her chest heaves and she shoots me the vilest of looks. She wouldn’t be Haley if she didn’t fight me just a little. I don’t quite care right now, though, because of all the places I’ve put my cock, this right here is the tightest, wettest, most delicious pussy it’s ever been in.

I lean over her, pressing my face close. “Hold your breath, Haley,” I warn her. “Because you’re getting what you asked for. I’m granting your wish, and you’re getting fucked tonight.”

Before she can utter a curse or a denial, I clench my fingers around her hips and withdraw my cock until it’s on the precipice of her cunt and then I thrust back into her all in one go. A guttural cry escapes her lips and she shudders as I smooth my hand over her skin and finally touch her needy little clit. I press my thumb over the bundle of nerves, holding and circling as I fuck into her again and again. Sliding through the vice-like grip of her muscles as they contract around me, I take her to the heights of which I didn’t even know I could.

Her eyes roll back into her head as I thrust into her. My hips pump back and forth and it’s just not enough for me. I jerk her up and her lips part on a moan as I slam my mouth into hers. Haley’s arms encircle me and she kisses me back—full of pain and anger and … yes, hopefully a little bit of love. Because I have to admit this isn’t a hate fuck. It never could have been. I don’t hate the way she does.Did.

God, I hope she doesn’t hate me after this.

I kiss her like I’m drowning and she’s my only source of oxygen. Our tongues twine together, rolling over each other. Playing. I’ve never played during sex. I’ve fucked. It’s different with her, and I think I knew from the very beginning that it would be.

Every gasp. Every moan. Every shudder that works through her body directs me where to go. Tears leak out of her eyes, but I don’t mistake them for ones of pain or fear. Her breasts press against my pecs and swell as she moans and rides my cock, the hardness of her nipples scraping against my skin, making my cock pulse with want, with need. Her hips move all on their own as she starts to seek her own pleasure, the next release waiting just on the edges of our consciousness.

“Mitchell…” she whimpers out my name in a way no other woman has or could. I band my arms around her as I thrust up into her sweet pussy, feeling her muscles begin to clamp and her thighs begin to shake uncontrollably.

I need to pull out,I think. I have to. She’s not ready. She’s too young and I’m too … bound.

At least for now, Nicholas Carter is my master and I am his servant. She has the whole world in front of her and I can’t tie her to me like this, but the thought is there—the desire to see her full and swollen with a part of me eats away at my mind.

I pant, needing a distraction. “Are you going to come, Haley?” I ask, kissing the side of her jaw and licking a path up to her ear before I take the lobe between my teeth, biting down. She tightens all over. “You going to cream all over my fucking cock like a good girl?” She moans, nails scraping my buzzed head, sending shivers down my spine. My girl likes the dirty talk. I can feel it in each pulse of her cunt every time I say something so filthy and nasty.

“I bet you want to,” I taunt her. “I bet your pretty pussy wants nothing more than to let go and drench me in your fucking juices. Is that what you want?” A whimper escapes her throat and she pants, soft little breathes puffing across my flesh. I squeeze my hands on her hips and hammer into her, fucking her deep and hard, needing it myself. Needing to feel her come the fuck apart all over my dick before I lose complete and utter control. And as if she senses that need, a split second passes before I get my reward.

“Fuck!” she screams as she comes all over my cock, her wetness sliding down over my thighs as she trembles and clenches her hands on me, nails cutting into the flesh of my back and scratching as she tries to fight the pleasure, pulling away and then coming back. I let her go, fighting the pain of not coming myself until she’s done.

Once she’s completely sated, though, I pull her off of me and lay her back, dragging my cock from her depths and only then, as I pump my fist over my dick, do I come. Thick jets of white cum shoot out from the head and land over the lower curve of her stomach as her tits rise and fall with her labored breaths.

I was good. I didn’t do it, didn’t fill her sweet pussy full of my cum. But I could’ve. The thought is still there. I wanted to. Still want to.

Haley is in so much danger with me. Not just because of the drug dealer but because I want to bind her to me in a way that can never be undone. She might have said the words, but I want them to be true. I want her to be mine in every fucking way and I’m afraid that one of these days I’m going to do something to make it impossible for her to run away. I’m going to lock her up and take away all of her options. The only thing she’ll be able to have is me and me alone. And it won’t mean a goddamn thing unless she chooses me herself.

THIRTEEN

Haley

I wake up with Viks’chest plastered to my back—my very naked back—and his arm locked tight around my abdomen while one of his legs is pressed between both of mine.Are we … spooning?The memories of the night before come rushing back. The nightmare and then, waking up from the nightmare. He’d been there and he’d been so fucking warm, so … not the monster I couldn’t escape in my dreams. I’d latched onto him and he’d let me. The filthy things he’d done to me enter my mind as flashes of hot hands and torn clothes slip through my head. Shit fuck. Well, that explains why I’m naked.

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