Page 87 of Velvet Chains
She gasps as I hike up her skirt, baring her smooth thighs.
I smirk, my fingers sliding beneath the lace of her panties, eagerly searching for evidence of her arousal.
“You’re dripping, kiska,” I growl in her ear. It’s a fucking miracle I don’t come on the spot.
“We can’t… Someone might see us,” she gasps out, her eyes darting to the window frantically as she tries to push me away.
Blyad, she’s right.
I pull her toward a darkened corner as a few busybodies pass by outside the window. She struggles against me, but I am too powerful in this confined space.
“Victor,” she hisses, trying to break free, but my grip only tightens.
Her emerald eyes lock onto mine with fierce desire, fueling the fire burning within me. Without hesitation, her hands slide down my chest to my pants, eagerly stroking my growing erection.
I groan, “Do you like that?” I pull away from our heated kiss, panting heavily.
“Yes,” she responds, her voice husky with need.
My own arousal is almost unbearable as she unzips my pants and my hardened cock springs free like a weapon. In one swift motion, I yank down her panties and shove them into my pocket. She makes a noise of protest, but it turns into a moan as I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist.
She bites her lip, her hips arching into my touch. I can feel how wet she is, how ready.
“Hold on to me,” I command, my voice rough with need.
She does, her arms twining around my neck as I position myself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, I’m inside her, buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I grunt, my forehead falling to her shoulder. She’s so tight, so perfect.
I start to move, my hips snapping against hers in a brutal rhythm. She meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Yes,” she hisses, her head falling back against the shelves. “Just like that.”
I pound into her, my blood roaring in my ears. I can feel her pussy walls tightening around me, her body tensing as she nears her peak.
“Come for me, kiska,” I growl, my thumb finding her clit. “Come on my cock.”
She does, her body shattering in my arms. She buries her face in my neck to muffle her scream, her teeth sinking into my skin.
The pain mingles with the pleasure, sending me over the edge. I come with a harsh groan, spilling myself inside her.
I am jolted awake by the door chimes, my hand immediately reaching for the gun under my belt line. My heart races as I sit up, ready to defend myself against any intruders. But as my eyes adjust and my mind clears, I realize I am not under attack. Instead, I am on the floor of the children’s corner, sleeping on a beanbag.
A wave of embarrassment washes over me as I see Laura, who stands frozen in front of me with wide eyes and trembling lips.
“It’s… it’s me,” she whispers, eyeing the gun that’s pointing at her.
“You startled me,” I mutter, lowering the gun and placing it back in my holster.
“No, you startled yourself,” she retorts, closing the door and locking it before walking away.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. She’s right. I’m the one who fell asleep in her bookstore, and I’m the one who pulled a gun on her. “I’m sorry I scared you with the gun,” I say, my tone sincere.
I notice the bag in her hand, and my eyebrow raises. “Where did you go?” I ask, realizing she had left without me.
She darts out her tongue, wetting her lips nervously before giving me a shy smile. “The drugstore. I needed some… vitamins… and more Plan B.”
Chapter 36
