Page 114 of Filthy Elites

His teeth grit together. He squeezes his eyes shut as if he can’t bear to look at me. I pray to God, to the universe, to whoever the fuck will listen that he doesn’t leave me now. I don’t know how I can stand it if he does. The reality is … I can’t get him out of my bloodstream.

Mitchell Vikson is a fucking dick, but I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s in my mind all of the time. His scent is in my lungs. His body is … everything I want. Everything and more.

His head turns back and his eyes meet mine. Something in their depths shift and hope swells within me. The fire deep inside of him might burn me, but I don’t care. “You’re going to hate me for this,” he growls, warning me. “But fuck, I don’t think I care anymore.”

I practically sob in relief as he comes back down on top of me, his body hard and electric against my flesh. “I won’t,” I promise him. “I swear I won’t.”

I might hate myself for this later, but never him. After all, I begged for this. This is what I want. This is what I need.Him.Only ever him.

TWELVE

Viks

Haley Montgomery is quite possiblythe hottest thing I’ve ever touched in my life. Hotter than fire. More addictive than power. Right now, I’m ready to sink myself into her and let myself be burned alive. She’s coated in a thin layer of sweat and it makes her skin glisten as she clings to me, arms wrapping around my shoulders, eyes searching my face, hopeful and heated with arousal.

I can hear just how wet she is between her legs. Every time she shifts, every time she moves—it’s quiet, but there. I want to taste it, and if she’s being so very needy at this time—all of her previous hatred of me erased in the shadow of her nightmare—why not?I think.Why can’t I?After all, this is what it means to be mine. She wanted this. Pleaded for this. Why shouldn’t I take advantage? She gets what she needs and … I can finally get a little piece of her nirvana.

Moving back, I keep my eyes steady on hers even as her arms fall away, and I slowly scoot towards the end of the bed, bringing her with me. Haley’s dark lashes flutter against her cheekbones and her chest rises and falls rapidly as I push her upper body down and then lift first one leg over my shoulder and then the other before sliding forward once more, right against the place I’ve been dying to touch since the moment I first laid eyes on her.

I should’ve done whatever I could the second she walked into Club Outsider to get her in this position. Under me with my mouth inches from what I know will be the most delicious pussy I’ve ever tasted.

Maybe she hated me at first sight, but I haven’t felt anything but lust towards her. Lust and maybe … fear. Because a woman like Haley Montgomery isn’t the type of woman you just fuck and leave. She’s the type you lock down. Eastpoint style.

Her little panties have to go. If I have anything to say about it, she’ll never wear them again. I hook my fingers into the fabric clinging to her hip bones on either side, looking back up at her as I tug them down. She lifts her legs on her own, and once I have them completely off, her thighs return to their rightful place next to my ears.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. All wet pinkness and soft flesh. Juicy, like a ripe peach ready to be consumed. My mouth waters, and I use my thumbs to spread her open ever so slightly.

A soft, wanting noise erupts from her throat and her hands come down against my head, her fingers moving through the strands of my hair, nails scraping slightly. “Fuck,” I mutter more to myself than to her. “You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you, baby?” She’s drenching my sheets and my fingers just like a good girl should.

Just one taste,I think, leaning into her, breathing in her scent.

One taste isn’t going to be enough,I realize the second my lips meet her pussy. I spear my tongue into her, lapping up her juice, letting it run down the back of my throat.She’s heaven on my fucking tongue. The fruit of the damn gods.

I bury my whole face against her, lapping at her, trying to get as much of it into my mouth, on my tongue, down my throat as possible. I want it all.Mine. The caveman thought pours through me as I fuck her with my tongue and devour her pussy like a man crazed.Mine. Mine. Fucking Mine!

Haley’s lips part above and she cries out as I feast upon her. Little moans and gasps of pleasure fill my ears. The thighs against my face begin to tremble, the first sign that she’s about to come. I keep going, moving until I can slide a finger right through her wetness and into her open pussy. It’s like a lovely flower, blossoming just for me.

She’s tight as I slide inside, fucking her now with both my tongue and finger. The proof of her arousal drips from my chin down onto the sheets below. I don’t care. I don’t plan on stopping until she’s come all over my face.

“Viks!” Her legs are restless, moving against me, lifting and falling as she squirms under my ministrations. Her ankles cross and uncross against my back.

More. I need more of her. I pound her little dripping pussy, adding another finger and then another as her pussy clamps down harder and her cries reach a new pitch.

She screams out as a fresh gush of wetness hits my mouth and I drink—swallowing all of her as she gasps and pants and sobs through her release. This is only the beginning.

After she seems to come back to herself, her legs flopping down in exhaustion, I lift up over her and grab the hem of the shirt I let her sleep in. A stupid idea on my part. I was so very stupid hours ago when I thought this wouldn’t happen. When I thought I could keep my hands to myself. I should have known better.

I don’t even bother to pull it off of her, instead, I rip it straight up from the bottom, parting the fabric all the way to her throat and then I slip either side away, revealing her breasts. Soft, round, pink tipped perfection. My eyes light on her as she gazes up at me. The expression on her face is anything but apprehensive.

My attention falls to her throat and I grit my teeth at the dark stain there. He should have never gotten that close. Not to her. My hand grazes the side of her throat and down lower. She’s got more bruises on her upper arms and some smaller, finger-sized ones around one breast. Anger rockets through me, red hot and violent.

“What are you waiting for, Viks?” Her question pulls me back, reminding me that I’m not supposed to be thinking about that fucker. The whole of my attention should be on this, on her.

“Permission,” I say, offering the half lie as my eyes fall back to the small of her stomach and her wet pussy for a brief moment before I come down hard on top of her, pressing the evidence of my own arousal against her little belly and rubbing. It’s only a half lie because I do want her consent, but at the same time, I’m ready and willing to take what I want. “Give it to me,” I command. “Tell me who you belong to. I want to hear you say it.”

Her lips press together. “Do we have to do it like that?” she asks. “Can’t you just…” Her words trail off as she spreads her legs and her hands move down, one of her fingers circling slowly over her clit.

I grasp her wrist, pulling her hand away and then pressing it down to the mattress above her head. “Yes,” I growl. “Say it or you won’t get any more. You wanted me to fuck you? Then admit it. Whose pussy is this?” I let my own hand travel down the flat of her stomach, straight to the place I know she still aches.

---