When Riele crosses paths with a reclusive millionaire, her life takes a dark and unexpected turn. Trapped in his gilded cage, she must navigate a dangerous game of power, secrets, and survival in a Penthouse-where nothing is as it seems.
Her top fell to the floor with a whisper. I pulled her close to me and inhaled the sweet scent of her neck and the space between her collarbones. My fingers smoothed over the skin of her back, over the rough metal clasp just below her shoulder blades.
"I promise, I'll never run away again."
Her voice was shaking, and goosebumps rose on her skin. I flicked my wrist behind her, and when the clasp of her bra was open, I backed her against the far side of the wall and pulled it down to the bondage at her wrists. She couldn't help but stand there, closing her eyes. I watched her swallow as I grabbed her perfectly round breasts in both my hands and tested their weight between my fingertips. Her nipples rose against my thumbs and made a warm, slightly delicate feeling pass through my body. I tasted them, sucking and biting on them as she squirmed against the wall with her lip between her teeth. I smoothed the palm of my hand down the base of her chest to her stomach and wrapped one hand around her waist to bring her closer to me.
"I'm begging you, please."
She gasped quietly. I looked up at her and let my eyes roam across the moist looking skin of her lips.
"And I love it, keep going."
I whispered into ear. Then my mouth was over hers, my tongue chased after her sweet taste, delving deeper, slicking against the roof of her mouth. Biting at her lower lip, I slid my hands down her ass and squeezed until she yelped in surrender. Riele turned her head and her curls brushed against my cheek. I kissed her throat, sweeping the blended cotton material of my shirt over my head. I didn't allow for her to look past my waist. I made her look into my eyes, as I worked her jeans and panties down over her legs. I unzipped my pants, and stepped out of them, along with my briefs. I flicked the belt off her wrist and lifted her against the wall, burying myself between her legs in one clean, swift motion. She released a gasp that sent chills running up my spine and I grinned against her shoulder. Her nails dug into my back as I thrusted my hips up against hers slowly, over and over again until she was panting. Until I could feel her crazy heart beat against my chest and her moans were no longer quiet and shy but demanding and engrossed into an intense tone of pleasure.
...
It felt like hours, morphing into minutes and then seconds of propelling myself deeper and deeper into her soft pliant skin. I groaned, getting close to that famous endzone. She was tightening around me like a vice grip, but I wanted the feeling to last. I slowed down and she whimpered. She whimpered as if she was in pain, as if she had to wait another second she would burst open and melt into nothing. It was apart of a tactic. This was a punishment. First I'd plunge hard and fast and taste the saltiness on the skin of her shoulder wrapped in a slick burning cocoon of heat. Then when her legs got tight enough around my waist, I'd slow my movements and she'd be driven mad She was in pain, I could see it on her face the way her head was tilted and she clung to me with her eyes screwed shut as if the feeling would fade if she opened them. It was nearing the time where I myself couldn't hold out for much longer. I double-timed, throbbing inside of her like a heartbeat. And then she came, with me pulling out of her and following shortly after. A moan ripped from her throat when she climaxed and her body contracted against mine. One thought remained at the back of my mind. Best fuck I've had in a long time.
Riele -
Jace extracted himself from me after his dick became flaccid. I slid down the wall with little to no energy left in me. All I could do is breathe in this dazed state of my consciousness. My body was still pulsing. Every inch was on fire, as if he was still jamming into me, teasing me, dragging his tongue over my neck, biting on the corner of my shoulder, groaning in that deep husky voice into my ear. Jace stood back and gazed at me, but I was glad it was so dark and he couldn't see my eyes. He then turned his back and dressed again. I waited there, watching the rain slide down the glass of the windows outside, his muscular ass became illuminated by a bolt of lightning. When he turned around again, he threw my clothes into my lap.
"Let's go."
He said. He walked out the door, leaving me alone. I sat there for a long time, looking down at my clothes. In the past few months nothing he's done has ever left me feeling so bruised.
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