Page 25 of Wilder Obsessions

“That’s it, baby, take my dick.You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go,” I promise.I can feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I pound into her.

“Wilder, it’s too much, I—”

“Don’t hold back!Let go!”I urge, tracing quick circles against her sensitive clit.My body moves with a desperate rhythm, pushing closer to euphoria, and the soft gasps slipping from her mouth urge me on.Then I feel her tightness increasing, the waves of her climax thrumming between us.

“Yes!Yes!”she whimpers, her legs tightening around me.

With a ferocious thrust, I empty myself inside her, a cataclysmic explosion that feels like eternity.My heart races as I physically feel her tense around me, milking every drop I’ve devoted to her.

“Mine,” I growl, as she collapses on my chest, her breath cooling my skin.“Now clench that pussy and keep my cum where it belongs,” I demand, sitting her back on the seat.I lean over her and pull the seat belt to secure it myself.Her eyes sparkle even in the low light, a glimmer filled with mischief and submission.

“Where to?”she asks.

“The Gin Room.”I shift into gear, eager to share this part of me with her.

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Arwen

We come to a stop in front of a large, sophisticated bar.Glimmers of vibrant light dance in the reflections on the polished surface of the building, hints of the extravagance within.I’ve never really ventured to this side of the city; I was always one to keep to the darkened corners of Manhattan, the places where shadows hold secrets and whispers carry the weight of unspoken pasts.

Looking down at my dress, the black lace seems to wrap around me like a spell.I smooth any wrinkles out of the fabric, suddenly feeling insecure about my appearance.I can’t shake the thought that I might as well have “poor” stamped across my face.I feel utterly out of place among the vibrant elegance of the city’s elite.And then there’s Wilder.

Wilder leans back casually in the car seat, his dark hair perfectly tousled, his wealthy aura wrapping around him like an expensive cologne.It’s enough to make my stomach churn.He jumps from the car, tossing his keys to the valet as though they possess no worth to him, before coming over to my side of the car and opening the door.

“Come on, Starlight.I want to show you off,” he purrs into my ear, and my heart skips, an erratic beat I try to harness as I grasp his hand.The heat pooling within me is only partially embarrassment, it’s more than the fact that his touch holds power.He pulls me close, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.But another heat lingers, a reminder of the wild night we had only moments ago.

My body betrays me as I realize just how much I’m being affected, feeling the remnants of our intimacy shift uncomfortably between my thighs.My cheeks flame with heat, and I press my legs closer together in a futile attempt to maintain some semblance of decorum while navigating the precarious high heels he insisted I wear.His grip on my hand tightens as he leads me toward the double glass doors that loom ahead.

“Welcome, Mr.Black,” the doorman intones, bowing his head and pulling the handle back with an elegant flourish.Wilder smiles, the corners of his lips curling up, but it feels predatory, as if he knows more than he lets on.I steal a glance at him, confusion swirling in my mind.I barely know this man and he’s supposed to be my mate but I can’t help feeling inferior.

Before I can dwell, the room opens up into a lavish spectacle of luxury the likes of which I’ve only seen in movies—the bright gleam of crystal chandeliers, dimmed shades of wine-red velvet, and the soft hum of hushed conversations blend seamlessly with the gentle clinking of glasses.

Standing on the brink of this new world, I suddenly feel small and delicate, like a flower straining against the winds of uncertainty.With this kind of opulence at his fingertips,why did he wander into my bar?Alley Katz is a shithole by comparison.

“Would you like a drink?”he whispers, leaning closer as he guides me to a plush booth on the side of the room.The velvet of the seating envelops me luxuriously, but as I sit back, unease settles into my stomach.It dawns on me that I’ll probably leave behind a mess from our earlier escapade.Just when I think I might shrink into my seat, he turns his full attention on me.

“Um ...sure,” I manage, my voice barely a whisper.I bite my lip, trying desperately to avoid his intense yellow eyes, so fiery yet so unreadable.

Wilder flicks his wrist in an elegant motion, and in an instant, there is a server before us, appearing almost as if he had materialized from thin air.

“Good evening.”The man bows deeply.“The usual, Mr.Black?”Wilder merely nods, his attention still riveted on me.

“And for you, Miss?”he asks as his eyes rake over my exposed flesh.Before I can respond, before I can think, Wilder’s arm snaps out, grabbing the server by the throat, hoisting him effortlessly from the ground.My heart plummets into my stomach, horror spilling into every corner of my being.

“Don’t.You.Dare.Look.At.Her,” he hisses, enunciating each word with a cold precision that leaves me shocked.The server’s face pales, panic clear in his expression.A squeak escapes him, followed by a whisper of a “yes, sir,” before Wilder unceremoniously drops him back onto the floor.

Wilder’s eyes are wild, feral in their intensity as they meet mine.Instinctively I lean back, curling inward, feeling the fear coursing through me like ice water.He straightens his suit, smoothing down the fabric as if he hadn’t just threatened the life of a mere waiter.Then he slips back into the booth, all too casual, as if the tempest he’d just unleashed was beneath him.

An alternate gentleman, somewhat frazzled, scurries over, sidestepping the quivering server lying on the floor.

“I apologize, Mr.Black.I will get your order right away.Macallan, neat, and...”He doesn’t dare look at me, his eyes remain on Wilder’s.

“The Club Gin Fizz,” he orders without even asking what I prefer.Wilder’s order hangs in the air, and anger bristles in my stomach at being treated like a child unable to make her own decisions.

“I could have ordered for myself!”I exclaim, flaring my nostrils as my heart pounds in righteous offense.Wilder chuckles smoothly, tilting his head slightly, giving me that devilish grin that both irritates and mystifies me.

“Let me treat you to something new.”

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