Viola
We don’t make it past the elevator.
“There are two things I’ve been wanting to do to you since your pert little ass walked in with that dress on,” he says, as he forces me against the mirrored panel next to the long line of floor buttons.
I angle my head. “And what’s that?” All of the buttons are lit from when he slammed his lips onto mine, shoving me against the controls, so that we now have to stop on every floor.
It’s not lost on me that his father doesn’t have cameras in here.
“To peel this off and devour those gorgeous tits,” he murmurs. He tears off the part of the dress that’s clasped over my shoulder, exposing me to the cool air. Immediately, he latches on, sucking hard, tongue and teeth teasing me into submission as he bites down. A hiss of pain escapes me before I can stop it.
“And the second thing?” I ask, with another intake of breath.
“To part this slit,” he says in a low voice, as his hand slips under my dress, caressing the wetness there. “And fuck you raw.” Then he’s ducking between my legs, soft tongue teasing my folds. I brace myself against the sides of the elevator as the doors fly open and then close again.
I don’t look to see if there’s anyone standing there. I don’t fucking care. I need him to fuck me now.
“What are you waiting for? Stop playing, and just fuck me already.”
I lick my lips and try to take control as he straightens. But it’s futile. He knocks my hands away, and grabs a fist full of my hair. Then kisses me slowly and deeply. His length is pressed against me through his trousers. I can feel how hard he is.
Need ravages through me. Raw need. The sound of him unbuckling his pants has me growling, clawing at him. His eyes blaze and he yanks my knickers aside, almost ripping them off.
“What are you waiting for?” I say. “An invitation?”
He scowls, hoisting me up against the mirror, lining his cock up at my entrance. “You’re a fucking bitch sometimes,” he whispers in my ear. “Ask me nicely, sweetheart. Ask me nicely to fuck you and then come inside you.”
I roll my eyes. “Just fuck me already.”
“That’s not very polite.”
“Please fuck me,” I manage to say.
“What else?” He massages my bare ass under my dress, making me strain in his grip.
“And please come inside me,” I hiss, not sounding nice about it at all.
“If that’s what you want,” he drawls. The delay for him is agony,
He thrusts inside, forcing a cry from my lips, lifting my left leg so he can drive deeper. “God, Viola. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says with a groan, before reclaiming my bruised lips.
The elevator doors ding and open on another floor. I don’t know if there’s anyone waiting because I’m too consumed in Lorcan’s mouth on mine and his cock inside me as he fucks my need away.
I give into release, moaning loudly, letting him take me however he pleases.
There’s no control.
I’ve let it all go.
And that excites me more than I care to admit.
Back in Lorcan’s suite, an almost identical suite to Joseph’s minus the roof terrace, I was hoping we could just go to bed but Lorcan wants to talk…
About us.
I’ve been dreading this for weeks.
“Don’t ever lie to me again because I’m not some fucktoy you can use whenever you feel like,” says Lorcan. His vitriol green eyes seem to mock me from the bed he’s lying on.