Page 26 of The Billionaire's Obsession

“Dammit, baby, see how hard you keep me? All the damn time.”

I don't give her time to respond before I'm lifting her against the wall, hands gripping her thighs, spreading them to make room for my body. I tear her panties aside with one harsh jerk, the delicate fabric giving way easily. She gasps, the sound driving me even more insane.

"Damon, we can't—not here—" But her body betrays her words. She's soaked, her pussy slick and ready for me. Always ready.

"We can. We will." I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her wet heat. "You're mine. Say it."

"Damon..." She breathes my name like a prayer, like a curse. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in even through the expensive fabric of my suit.

I push just the tip inside her, then stop, demanding, "Say it, Lucy."

Her head falls back against the wall, eyes half-closed with desire. "I'm yours," she whispers, the words unleashing something primal in me.

I thrust into her fully, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. She cries out, the sound muffled against myshoulder as I start to move, hard and fast, taking her right here in this dark corner where anyone could walk by. I don't care. Let them see. Let them all see who she belongs to.

"No one touches you," I growl into her ear, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. "No one but me."

Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as she meets each thrust. "No one," she agrees, breathless, her inner walls clenching around me so perfectly I nearly lose myself right then.

I take her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I pound into her. Her body takes me so perfectly, like she was made for me. Only me. I fuck her against the wall with brutal efficiency, every thrust a claim, every grunt a declaration.Mine. Mine. Mine.

"You make me insane," I growl against her lips. "Do you understand that? You make me fucking insane, Lucy."

Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, but I see the clarity in them too. The understanding. She knows exactly what she does to me.

"I didn't mean to," she whispers, her voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust.

"Doesn't matter," I tell her, adjusting my grip on her thighs, spreading her wider for me. "You're still going to take it. Take all of me."

I feel her tightening around my cock, those telltale flutters that mean she's close. Her breathing quickens, those little gasps that drive me wild coming faster and faster.

"That's it, baby. Come on my cock. Show me who you belong to."

She shatters in my arms, her back arching off the wall. Her whole body trembles as she comes, inner walls gripping me so tight I see stars. I clamp my hand over her mouth to muffle her cry, but I don't slow my pace. I fuck her through her orgasm,watching her face contort with pleasure, her eyes rolling back. There's nothing more beautiful than Lucy coming apart for me.

"Only I get to see you like this," I growl against her ear. "Only I get to feel you come."

I'm close now, the pressure building at the base of my spine. But I'm not done with her yet. Not by a long shot. I pull out abruptly, ignoring her whimper of protest, and set her down on shaky legs.

"We're going home," I tell her, tucking myself back into my pants with difficulty. My cock is still rock hard, aching for release, but I'll wait. I want her in my bed, spread out beneath me, where I can take my time reminding her exactly who she belongs to.

I straighten her dress with jerky movements, my hands not quite steady. The sight of her—flushed, disheveled, her lips swollen from my kisses—nearly makes me change my mind. But no. I want to take her properly. Want to watch her fall apart over and over in our bed.

I take her hand, leading her through the restaurant. I don't stop to pay the bill. They know me here. They'll add it to my account.

Reynolds is still at the bar, his eyes following us as we leave. I meet his gaze directly, letting him see exactly what we've been doing. Let him see that she's thoroughly fucked and claimed. Mine.

Lucy stumbles slightly as we exit, her legs still weak from her orgasm. I catch her easily, pulling her against my side. Outside, my driver is already waiting, the back door of the Bentley open before we reach it.

I push her inside, following immediately after. The privacy partition is already up.

"Penthouse," I bark at the driver, then press the button to close the divider completely.

Lucy sits across from me, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Her hair is mussed, lipstick smeared. She's never looked more beautiful.

"Was that really necessary?" she finally asks, her voice still husky with arousal.

"Yes." I don't elaborate. Don't explain. Just stare at her with an intensity that makes her shift in her seat. I can smell her arousal from here, see the way her thighs press together. She's still needy. Still wanting.

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