Page 23 of Vicious Vows

“Fix it, Chris,” I bark as I lead her out of the office feeling confident our problems are now over.

Micah hesitates a little, moving slower than me, so I pull her along. When the elevator doors open, however, and she and I are alone, I pull the emergency stop button and pin her against the wall, letting my inner beast come out to be sated.

“That was so fucking fantastic,” I growl, nipping at her neck and letting my lips trace up to her earlobe.

She whimpers and yelps in surprise, but she doesn’t push me away.

“Luke,” she whispers, the sound lost in the confined space of the elevator. I feel her shiver against me, the small tremor lighting a fire within me. My lips find the pulse at her throat, letting my teeth graze over her delicate skin. Her body tenses and arches against me, causing a groan to escape my lips.

My dick throbs as I inch the torn fabric of her skirt upward to her waist, then find the elastic edge of her panties and push them down. She works with me, wriggling out of her panties until they’re around her ankles. “Fuck… This is hot,” she pants, kicking the panties off as I undo my belt and trousers. My cock springs to life, hard and ready for her, and she holds her skirt up around her waist, waiting for me.

“God, woman, you drive me insane.” My hand sweeps over her bare thigh, my thumb tracing small circles on the soft skin. She gasps, closing her eyes as a shudder runs through her. With a jerk of my knee, I nudge her legs apart and slide into her heat with a guttural groan that echoes throughout the silent elevator car. Her body stiffens in surprise before melting into mine, accepting me fully.

Her hips rock against mine, setting a rhythm of raw need and desire. Her soft cries echo the same emotions coursing through me. One hand finds its way to her hair and tangles in her braid. Her back arches, pressing her body into mine. I feel the shudder rack her body, and she clenches around my thrusts. My breath hitches at the response she elicits from me.

"'S–So good," She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, pulling me even closer to her.

I catch her lips in a searing kiss that matches the pace of our lower bodies. My hand explores the contours of her tits, roaming over her curves and valleys with a primal hunger. The feeling of her tender flesh pressing against mine is intoxicating, a potent cocktail of pleasure and power.

"Luke," she breathes into my ear, her voice shaky. The sound sends a bolt of heat radiating through me, straight down to my core, and I groan in response, my pace quickening.

When I look up at her face, I see her eyes fixed on something, but I don’t stop. “Luke,” she protests, whimpering through the pleasure I’m bringing her, and I thrust deeper. She’s in a trance, staring at something but unable to fight the sensations I’m bringing her, so with a hard smack to the side of her ass, I bring her back to me.

She whimpers and claws at my back, her hips moving in sync with mine as the impact sends a shockwave through her. The sound of my palm meeting her flesh echoes around us. The mixture of pain and pleasure draws a strangled cry from her lips, and I feel a spark of satisfaction shoot down my spine. Her walls clench tighter around me, pulling me deeper into her.

It’s hot and fast, her pussy squeezing me and milking me, and all I can think of is the race to climax. We’re breathless, lost in the frenzied movement of lovers, my cock buried inside her so deep I can feel my balls drip with her juices.

“Holy… Luke…” she moans, her voice shaky. The sound of my name on her lips is like a drug that I can't get enough of. Her fingers scrabble at my shoulders, digging into the fabric of my jacket as if searching for something to anchor her to reality. I press her harder against the elevator wall, and she gasps.

Overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of her skin and the hot, carnal rhythm we’ve created, my hands tighten on her waist. I can feel the throb of her pulse against my fingers and it spurs me on. My name is a plea on her lips as she continues to writhe under me, matching my thrusts with an urgency that sends waves of pleasure through me.

“Micah…” I groan, losing myself in the sensation of her body gripping mine. In this moment, there is nothing else but us. The world outside this elevator doesn’t exist.

Her breath hitches as I strike a particularly deep chord within her. Then I feel her coil snap like a guitar string tightened too far. Her body shudders and convulses, and only then does she shut her eyes and enjoy it. I meet her in climax, shooting wads of cum into her body and flooding her. It’s exquisite and unrivaled, and I’m lost in the sensations.

When I pull out, we’re both panting. My sex drains down her inner thigh, and I tuck my dick back into my slacks and do them up as I push the button to get the elevator going again. But Micah’s eyes are open again, back on the spot on the ceiling behind me where she stared the entire time I fucked her.

I look up at it and smirk, winking at Christopher who just got a show. “He’s probably beating off now,” I chuckle, then look back at her. She’s bent over, picking up her panties, and I snatch them from her and drop them on the floor. “Leave them,” I tell her, and she blushes.

“But…” she protests again, but I shake my head. She sighs softly, cheeks pink with blush, and tucks into my side as the doors open to the casino floor. My head of security isn’t soon going to forget about today, because of the mistake we found and because of that pair of women’s panties in the corner of the staff elevator.

I’ll make sure of it.

17

MICAH

Istep out of the shower and grab a towel. After the long day at the casino getting a tour and following up with Christopher after his security concerns, Luke and I are exhausted. He’s so tired he said he’d shower in the morning, and now he waits for me as I twist the towel around my hair to dry it off. I’m glad I was able to help him solve that problem and protect his property, but I’m a little sad that I got his security guy into hot water. He seems like a good guy who just focused on one thing too hard.

Being out of the house again today—only my second time after being taken by Luke’s men—energized me too. I like Luke, and in spite of my initial anger toward him and reservations about our agreement, I think I want to stay. But I want my freedom too. He takes the ankle monitor off my leg when I go in public but puts it right back on when I get into this house. Surely, he can’t think I’m just going to run off and never come back. If he wants this marriage to work beyond what I can give him sexually and financially with my hacking, he’s going to have to trust me.

Besides, I want to visit my family and try to get in touch with Will. I feel bad for scaring him or upsetting him so badly hewon’t even speak to me or my family. If I could just sit down with him and explain why I made the decision I made, maybe he’ll come around. And if not, at least I tried to repair the relationship. It’s hard for me to just let things be the way they are. After losing Mom, I have a hard time saying goodbye. I want to make things right.

When I’m finished in the bathroom, I head for bed, stopping by my dresser to tug on a shirt and pair of panties. My heart is heavy now after thinking of Will, and I want to call him, but it’s late. He’d never answer me on a good day this late, so I have to wait until tomorrow. Though, I know he’d answer the door if I knocked. It’s just the sort of guy he is.

“Everything okay?” Luke asks as I crawl into bed. He’s been dozing already. His eyes are full of sleep. I curl up next to him, and he turns onto his side to face me.

“I’m alright. I just keep thinking about my friend Will.” I don’t meet Luke’s gaze, but I notice out of the corner of my eye that he grimaces. He doesn’t know much about my life before coming here other than that my father was obligated to him and now he’s not. He hasn’t asked me much about my life.

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