Page 118 of Filthy Elites

I can feel him move inside of me, spearing me deep, fucking down into me until there’s no escape. “Touch yourself,” he orders once he’s fully seated inside of me and there’s no room left for anything else. “Touch your clit and make yourself come, Haley.”

Body aching, fingers shaking, I slip my hand down between my legs and pinch my clit, circling the little bundle until the fluttering of a new orgasm arises. Viks drags himself out of my ass, all the way until only the head remains and then thrusts forward—that burn flaring to life once more.

I sob against the bedsheets as wetness drips from my cunt, sliding down my inner thighs as he fucks my ass hard. His cock drags along my innermost nerves, lighting them up. I’m drenched in my own sweat, panting, shivering. My body is no longer my own. It’s his. He owns me completely. My whole body lights up. Fireworks pop beneath my skin. My thighs tremble and shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Haley baby.” He forces himself into me, bringing his hips all the way against my ass cheeks, pressing into me until I can feel my stomach cramp and my muscles contract around him as he pulls back out—I almost hate that part. Hate it when he withdraws from me, leaving me feeling so fucking empty.

My lips part as I pant, my face smashed against the pillow as I rub my clit harder and faster, my fingers soaked with my own wetness. It’s filthy and vile and so fucking good, I lose myself. I become whatever Viks wants me to be. No longer Haley Montgomery in this moment, but his—all of me is his. So, when he growls out his next command, bending over me until his cock is as deep as it can reach, there’s no way I can deny him.

“Come for me,” he orders. “Come as I fuck your ass, Haley. I want to feel you.”

I hear the sounds coming from my throat, how embarrassing they are, but I can’t stop. The world goes hazy as my orgasm follows his command and drives me right over the edge. And as he groans and stills inside of me, his cocking jerking as he fills me so full, I have to finally admit something—Viks fucks like a madman and if this is how good he is at games, then I’m so fucked if he decides to make this serious.

FOURTEEN

Haley

The SUV pulls upto the curb and I reach for the handle. Viks’ hand comes out and slaps the lock button just before I yank the door open. I freeze, facing away from him, and then slowly lift my head and turn back.

I swallow and brazen my way through. “You gonna let me out or what?”

He arches one single brow and the corner of his mouth tilts up. “You gonna run away from me as soon as I do?” he replies.

Hell fucking yes,I mentally answer, but I know if I say that, there’s no fucking way he’ll let me go to class today. Something has changed between us. Last night altered our relationship and I’m afraid—fucking terrified that I won’t be able to handle the repercussions. The way he looks at me is dark and heated and full of some untamed emotion. It makes my shoulders rise and my breath catch in my throat.

“Come here, Haley,” he orders.

My hand slips away from the door, and I turn a little more fully in my seat, wincing slightly at the soreness in my ass. He’d cleaned me out in the shower after this morning’s sexual escapades, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still smart. I don’t exactly follow his command. Instead, I look at him pointedly while sitting in the passenger seat, neither trying to scramble for freedom like I want to nor throwing myself in his lap like he obviously wants me to when he pats his lap.

“What are you? Santa Claus?” I joke. “Come on, I gotta get to class.”

“Come here, Haley,” he repeats.

I stare down at his lap for a moment, remembering what it felt like to be on it last night and how deeply he’d penetrated me and taken me to heights I hadn’t even known existed. “Viks…” This isn’t a good idea. This is so not a good idea.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” he promises as if that’s some sort of consolation prize. That’s the fucking problem, though. Anything he does to me … is something I want.

“This isn’t a good idea,” I argue. “There are people—”

“The windows are tinted,” he interrupts me as he unbuckles his belt and reaches for me when I still refuse to cave in to him. When his hands lock around my waist and manually lift me before depositing me on his lap, my stomach does somersaults.

“Viks…” Fuck, why is it so hard to fight him now? Because he’s good at sex? I didn’t think I was that kind of girl to just give in after a wild night and morning of crazy hot sex, but … here the fuck I am. Unable to resist him. Unable to move.

He presses his lips to mine, and somehow, I manage to keep myself from parting my mouth and letting him inside. He chuckles against the chaste kiss before moving down, skimming his lips along my cheek to my jaw and down. A shiver skates up my spine.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity Fuck!I’m high, dizzy, like he’s a drug and I’m so addicted that just one hit will get me off. The deeper I fall against him, into him, the more I rise higher and higher.

“Come on, Haley girl,” Viks urges. “Just one kiss.”

“We’re not…” I gasp for breath, feeling like all of the air in my lungs has magically escaped me. “It didn’t … mean—last night wasn’t…” I can’t even manage a coherent sentence, but Viks seems to understand.

His fingers push under my shirt and the muscles beneath my flesh jump at the feel of his skin against mine. He’s so hot—like a furnace. Goosebumps rise along my forearms.

“Think whatever you want, Haley,” Viks says quietly. “But I think we both know that there’s no going back. Now, open your mouth so I can give you a goodbye kiss.”

This time, he doesn’t give me the opportunity to deny him. I part my lips to do so and his mouth is back, shoving against mine, his tongue pushing inside. And I. Am. So. Fucking. Lost.

He takes. He consumes. He completely eradicates any and all denial in my mind. Any thought to argue disperses as his kiss takes over. My hands arch up without my permission—as if they’re being controlled by a completely different person, someone who can’t help but want this very dangerous man that I have no business getting involved with. My fingers slide against the back of his neck as I kiss him back.

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