Page 26 of Crave

Pretty sure you aren’t following me here.

The elevator dings, and the doors slide open in perfect time as my next text dings on her phone.

Then why do you look so afraid to step off that elevator.

Her bright hazel eyes are wide as she stares at her phone in disbelief. The doors of the elevator begin sliding shut and she shoves her hand through to keep them open. She hesitates for a moment before taking a tentative step out of the cab and into the garage. The doors slowly slide shut, leaving her alone with me.

twenty one

ALEXYS

The faint hum of the elevator pulling from the floor is almost drowned out by the thumping of my heart. Goosebumps prickle over my skin when I feel his eyes hungrily staring at my body.

“Hello,” I quietly call out into the empty garage, knowing I’m not going to get a response.

My heels click against the concrete, the echo of my slow steps reverberating around the garage as I make my way to the corner where Mr. Ramirez parked his Range Rover.

A faint noise draws my attention, and I spin around haphazardly, expecting to find someone standing behind me. But no one is there.

Fuck, Lex. Pull yourself together.

“Mi reina,” his deep voice growls from so close behind me that I feel his breath blow across the my neck, “I told you that I would follow you anywhere. You can’t hide from me.”

“But—” My words are cut off by his hand sliding over my mouth as he walks me to the dark corner behind the car.

“Hands on the wall,” he slides his hand from my mouth and aggressively helps me to place mine on the wall above my head. A silky fabric slides over my eyes and he tightly cinches it around my head, blindfolding me.

His large hands rub down my shoulders and slide around to my breasts. He needily palms at them as his soft lips roughly kiss down my neck. His teeth nip at my neck, and I feel his fingers deftly working the zipper at the back of my skirt. A slight tug over my hips, and the fabric slides down my legs.

“What the fuck are these?” His fingers snap the elastic of my panties against my skin.

“My panties,” I blurt out a response before realizing that it was a rhetorical question.

“And what did I tell you about panties?” he snarls as I feel cool metal sliding along my hip. My breaths are ragged as the metal drags down my thigh and back to my hip. He tugs at the lace and roughly pulls them from my body. “Pretty sure I told you not to wear them.”

The cold metal grazing my skin is replaced with his warm hands, rubbing down both my legs as he pulls my thighs apart and widens my stance.

“Are you just defiant,mi reina?” His lips vibrate against my ear, “Or is it that you want to see what happens when you don’t listen to me?”

Before I have the opportunity to respond, his hand firmly strikes my ass. I yelp, both from the surprise and the pain. A heady growl comes from him as he strikes me again. My brief cries only fuel him, and he strikes repeatedly, alternating between my ass cheeks as my pussy clenches in anticipation of the next strike.

My skin burns from the sting by the time he stops. Trying to catch my breath, I brace for the next strike. Instinctively, I know he isn’t done.

His hand slaps against my pussy, and I whimper as my thighs squeeze together. He swats my pussy again, harder than the first time, and I can’t control the moan that escapes me.

“No. More. Panties. For. Mi. Reina,” his hand repeatedly slaps against my pussy as he speaks each word. I wince with every swat, my skin feeling like it is on fire. My clit is swollen and tender, another firm slap causes my legs to tremble as a small, yet painful, orgasm shoots through me.

“Now,” his finger slides inside of me with ease. “About this tight little cunt I need to mark as mine.”

His finger gingerly works my pussy as I hear the distinct sound of his zipper. Slowly pulling his finger from me, his lips press against my ear as he whispers, “Is your perfect little cunt still sore?”

His words and touch both so soft and tender, I let my guard down as I answer, “Yes.”

“Good,” he snarls, and I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance, “I don’t want you to ever forget how good it fucking hurt when I marked this cunt as mine.”

He shoves the entirety of his girthy length into me. My hands kneed at the concrete wall before me as he groans against the crook of my neck. My pussy aches, with pain and need, as he continues to stretch me with each aggressive thrust. His hands press over mine on the wall and he continues to roughly work his hips against me.

“Come all over my cock,mi reina. Mark it with your sweet fucking cream, but know it already only belongs to you. I was fucking made for you.”

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