Page 129 of Filthy Elites

Viks glances my way, his eyes growing hot and molten. I freeze, my fingers locking onto the seatbelt as he slides his hand across the seat and stops me. “Good,” he says. “That’s more than enough time.” I swallow roughly, flashing a look to Andrei and back to Viks. “I’m rolling up the barrier,” he says. There’s a click and my eyes widen when a blacked-out window begins to ascend from somewhere between the back and front seats, completely cutting off Andrei so we can’t see him at all.

“Mitchell!” I hiss. “What are you doing?”

He smirks and chuckles lightly. “You don’t say my first name often,” he comments. “But when you do, I’m almost always in trouble.”

“You’re fucking trouble personified,” I reply, only to pull back when his hand finds my waist and he turns me dragging me across his lap. “What do you think you’re doing? He’s driving. What if he can’t see behind him?”

“There’s a camera,” Viks mutters, bending down and nuzzling against my neck.

“He can probably hear us,” I try instead.

“Do you care?” Viks asks. His teeth nip at my pulse point and it’s like that one little sharp sting has an electric connection to my pussy. My thighs clench automatically as a gush of wetness hits my panties.

“Yes, I care!” I snap. He ignores my protest, though, and lifts his head to mold his mouth against mine. His lips move against me perfectly, his tongue slipping inside as if it’s meant to be there. It’s impossible to deny him. My chest heaves as his hands rove over my skin. The heat of the metal pistol against my thigh is the only thing keeping me from completely losing myself.

I drag my lips back from his, trying to catch my breath. “Viks,” I say, panting. “We can’t do this here, not now. After … later, we can, but we need to—we’re going to be in danger tonight. Don’t you think we should keep our heads on straight?”

With my hands planted on both of his shoulders, I push back and look at him. I’d be looking down on a normal man if I were seated on his lap, but not Viks. Oh no. He’s too massive for that. Even seated, even with me perched on his legs, he’s still taller than me so I have to crane my neck back to meet his gaze.

“It’s because of what we’re walking into tonight that I’m doing this,” he informs me as his hand touches my knee and skates upward, disappearing under the hem of my dress. “Don’t tell me you don’t want it, Haley baby. I think it’ll relax you. One quick little orgasm and you’ll be so fucking clear headed when we enterInferno, you’ll forget all about the danger.”

Fuck him.He’s like the little devil on my shoulder, urging me to do all manner of horrible, sinful things. I’m falling so far and so deep into him, that I think the real danger isn’t at the club we’re going to, but right here in the backseat of his town car.

“Viks…” I gasp when his fingers touch my cloth covered pussy and he presses his face back against my throat.

“Let me make you feel good, Hales,” he offers. “Let me relax you.”

I groan, and even when I feel his hand move to the pistol, carefully withdrawing it from its holster and setting it on the seat at our sides, I can’t seem to stop him. Viks pulls my legs over both of his, spreading mine as I sit astride his lap. He pushes my dress up until I feel the cool air conditioning of the vehicle on my ass.

“How wet are you?” Viks asks.

I burrow into his chest, clinging to him as I shake my head. “You’re such an asshole,” I mutter, embarrassed—sure that Andrei can hear us. When it comes to Mitchell Vikson, though, I find that I lose all sense of self control. Truth be told, I don’t know how tonight is going to go. I don’t know if he’ll end up getting hurt, or if I will.

Maybe he knows that. Maybe he’s predicted the pattern of my own thoughts with that conniving brain of his, but yes, sex will definitely relax me. That’s the real reason I don’t stop him as he touches me, urging me with one hand at the small of my back and the other slipping inside my thong to touch my very wet pussy.

“Hmmm.” He hums in the back of his throat as his fingers come away soaked with the proof of my arousal. “So fucking wet,” he murmurs, kissing my throat as he rocks me against him.

His cock is so hard, it’s practically pounding against the zipper of his pants as I feel it jerk against me. Panting, sweaty, and more than a little turned on, I let my hand trail down the front of his chest, rubbing over the hardness of his abs until I reach his crotch. I undo the button of his jeans and then slowly ease the zipper down before delving inside to stroke the hot velvet of his dick against the skin of my palm.

A low growl erupts from his throat in response and the responding sting of his teeth against my skin makes my knees go slightly weak. I don’t care. In fact, I like the pain. Each nip, each bite only serves to make my pussy crave him inside of me. The bruises and hickeys I know I’ll have afterwards are a reminder of who I belong to.

“Tell me what you want, Haley,” Viks urges as I stroke his cock from tip to base.

That’s easy enough. “You,” I tell him. “I want you.”

NINETEEN

Viks

I startedthis with hidden intentions. With the hope that Haley won’t think about how fucking dangerous tonight will be, but now, my own intentions have led me astray and my cock has done what it always does when she’s nearby; it’s taken over. When she answers me in the sweetest fucking way possible, it takes all of my carefully maintained control not to flip her over, shove her dress up, rip her panties off, and sink as deep into her as I can. And even then, I only manage not to by the slenderest of threads.

I push her hand off of my cock and grab her dress, yanking it over her head until she’s left in nothing more than her tiny, barely-there little thong. That, too, will have to go. I resolve, silently, to find the rest of her underwear and burn them. She shouldn’t be allowed to wear anything under her clothes; it only ever gets in my way. Her breasts bounce free, completely unbound by any sort of bra and my hands immediately cover them. Her neck arches back and she thrusts them forward against me, her hips grinding down as her sweet, hot pussy rubs against my shaft, her wetness marking me. My dirty little girl.

My thumbs rub over her nipples. They’ve hardened into pretty little pebbles and when I pinch down on them, small gasps escape her lips. My mouth waters and I lean forward, staring up at her as I take a nipple into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue. I wait until her hands touch the back of my head, her nails scraping my scalp as she moans against the ministrations of my mouth before I bite down ever so lightly, tugging against her sensitive flesh.

Haley’s thighs tighten around my hips and I switch to the other nipple, not wanting to leave the poor thing forgotten, repeating the process until she’s a mess against my pants. Thank fuck for the dark fabric, but truly any man who knows anything about women will know that the little droplets staining the thighs of my black jeans are not from water.

“There you go, baby,” I say, pulling back. “Look at that, so fucking pretty, aren’t you?”

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