Page 116 of Filthy Elites

I’d really gone and fucking done it. I’d given in to Mitchell Vikson. My boss and … the man I’ve hated for the last several months. What’s worse is that I think it was the best sex I’d ever had in my life.

The reason for my morning of self-reflection groans against my ear as his body shifts ever so slightly. His leg raises and presses up into my—yup, no underwear—pussy. The borrowed shirt I’d had on the night before lays, ripped to shreds, on the floor of his bedroom several feet away, right alongside my underwear. He, on the other hand, is still wearing the boxers he was in when we went to bed.

"Morning, sweetheart.” Viks’ heated whisper in my ear makes shivers dance up and down my spine.

Now that he’s awake, there’s nothing stopping me from escaping his clutches. I pull away, reaching for the edge of the sheet and drawing it up to cover my breasts as I turn and look back at him.

“Erm … yeah,” I say, trying to sound casual and failing. “Morning.”

Sleepy Viks is like an atomic bomb compared to his usual self. He smiles at me, all slow and languid as he turns onto his back and stretches up, his muscles pulling tight beneath all of that hot, tanned skin. My mouth goes suddenly dry, and I can’t seem to pull my eyes away. All of that was inside me last night. My pussy clenches automatically—the traitor.

Viks groans and then finishes his stretch before looking back at me. His lips pull into a smirk. “Are you going to turn into a rabbit today?” he asks.

It’s such a preposterous, unexpected question that my jaw drops. “What?”

He sits up and pushes the sheets down, they pull against my hands, but I hold tight. “Are you going to get all jumpy on me today after what happened last night?” he explains. “Like a little baby rabbit.”

“I don’t…” Am I? As I contemplate his question, his hand snaps out and grabs ahold of the sheet I’ve got against my chest and yanks it down. I yelp and slap at his arm, trying to snatch it back.

He wrestles me down to the mattress, his hands coming out and latching onto my wrists. He pulls them away and then crosses my arms together at the wrist and grasps both of them in one of his hands. My chest heaves with the effort it takes to try and calm my heart. My nipples tighten under his intense stare as, not for the first time in the last twenty-four hours, he comes down hard over top of me.

“Don’t,” Viks warns as he pushes my legs wide, refusing to let me hide. I look up, staring past him at the ceiling.

Please don’t notice,I silently beg as my face flames to life. Heat assails my skin, rising to the surface fast and hard. I’m still not sure how I feel emotionally or mentally about what happened, but I do know that my body is completely on board with the way he feels physically because the traitorous bitch is wet and ready.

“Don’t what?” I pant.

“Don’t go back,” he snaps, his free hand moving to my chin as he directs my gaze downward so that I’m looking him right in the face. I’m viscerally aware of the fact that I’m naked beneath him, vulnerable.

“Go back?” I frown. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“There’s no going back for us, Haley,” Viks answers. “Not you or me. What happened last night was real and I have a feeling that if I let you, you’ll try to pretend like it never did.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie,” he warns with a small grin. “Or I’ll take that as an invitation to punish you.”

“You pretentious fucking, narcissistic caveman,” I grit out. “You have no right—”

I’m flipped over onto my stomach in the span of a heartbeat, my words cutting off as I suddenly find myself face down, nose pressed into a pillow. The whistle of air reaches my ears and then, suddenly, a searing pain smacks into my backside.

I gasp, arching slightly away from the pain, but it doesn’t last long. No, in fact, the pain quickly morphs into something else, something … pleasurable.

“Did you just spank me?”

Viks’ answer, though, is to do it again. His hand comes down on my other asscheek, and I can’t stop the small moan that escapes my lips when, once again, the pain turns to hot pleasure. Something dangerous slides through my veins as he presses himself down against me and I can feel just how hard he is as his cloth covered cock slides between the cheeks of my ass and his heated breath meets my ear.

“Deny it all you want, Haley girl,” he whispers, “but I bet all the money in my fucking bank account that if I reach down between those thighs of yours, I’ll find you soaked.” A beat, and then, as if he can’t help himself, he presses against me even harder. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he challenges.

“You’re…” I can’t say the words. Not only do I know that he would be well aware of the lie, but I also suspect he’d want to check for himself. So, I swallow and change my tactic. “An asshole,” I finish.

He chuckles darkly and my eyes nearly roll back into my head. “That’s what I thought, Haley girl,” he says, amused. “Now, I’ll let you decide. Do you want to go for another round and then get up and get dressed so I can drive you to school, or do you want to play a game?”

“A game?”

“Yeah.” I can sense more than see the smirk on his face. “A wonderfully…” He begins to move down my back, his flesh sliding against mine. “Deviant…” Viks’ mouth touches my shoulder blade and then moves to my spine. “Little game…”

I don’t really get a choice. Before I even understand what’s happening, Viks’ game has already started. His teeth nip at my skin and immediately after, his tongue soothes the sting as he skims all the way down my spine until he reaches my ass. His big hands touch my hips, pulling me up and shoving a pillow beneath my stomach to keep me propped up for his pleasure.

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