Page 41 of Wrecked By My Alien Mentor

He smirks, a predatory glint in his eyes, and pulls me forward again, leading us to whatever private sanctuary he has in mind. The promise in his words, the fire in his touch—I’m ready.

The alcove is cramped—just deep enough for coats and scarves, not meant for this. My back presses against a fur-collared winter jacket, the scent of cedar and old wool thick in the air. The muffled orchestra still hums through the walls, the distant chatter of guests barely audible over my hammering pulse.

"There's no door," I hiss as Orion crowds me against the wall. His hands are already pulling at the slit of my dress, shoving the fabric up my thighs.

His teeth scrape my neck. "Then you'll have to be quiet." The thrill of his words knots low in my stomach.

A laugh echoes from the hall. Close.. "Orion—someone could—mmph!"

The belt from a trench coat whips free in his hands, the leather cool as he loops it around my wrists. I test the restraint instinctively, but he knots it tight—just shy of painful.

"What are you—" The ball gag clicks between my teeth before I finish, its smooth rubber filling my mouth. The strap pricks at the nape of my neck as he fastens it.

He spins me to face the wall, one hand flattening between my shoulder blades. "Don't move." His voice is a dark promise.

The rasp of his zipper is obscenely loud. Then his fingers dig into my hips, yanking me back onto him with one brutal thrust. I choke around the gag, my knees buckling—but he holds me up, his grip iron. He doesn't pause, doesn't give me time to adjust, just fucks me like he’s claiming territory.

Fabric rustles. Footsteps. I stiffen. "God—someone’s—" The words dissolve into muffled whimpers as he slams into me deeper.

His palm slaps over my gagged mouth. "Breathe through your nose, little beauty." His hips snap forward again, forcing a broken noise from my throat. The heat of him, the stretch—every thrust vibrates through me like a live wire.

The footsteps pause just beyond the alcove. My entire body tenses, but Orion doesn’t stop. His teeth sink into my shoulder, stifling my gasp. The intruder hesitates—then walks on.

Laughter bubbles in my chest, wild and giddy. He’s going to kill me. Destroy me. And I’m grinning around the gag.

My climax rips through me suddenly, violently. My legs give out entirely, but Orion doesn’t let me fall. He pins me to the wall with his body, still buried inside me, his breath ragged at my ear.

"You're in for a long night, Cora."

His fingers twist in my hair, tilting my head back. I’m still trembling, still wrecked, but all I can think is:Good.

The ball gag slips from my mouth with a softpop, and I gasp, my jaw aching slightly. Orion’s blazer drapes over my shoulders, the fabric warm and heavy, hiding the fact that my wrists are still bound behind my back. His arm snakes around me, possessive and protective, as he guides me out of the alcove and into the glittering chaos of the dance hall. The music swells, the crowd oblivious to the storm raging between us.

“Keep walking,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, his hand firm on my shoulder. I do as I’m told, my legs still shaky, my body humming with the aftermath of what just happened. The slit in my dress shifts with each step, the fabric sliding dangerously low. I feel the cool air on my skin before I realize what’s happened.

“Orion,” I hiss. My left breast is exposed, the curve of it catching the light. I can’t cover myself—my hands are still tied. I glance up at him, my cheeks burning, but he doesn’t miss a beat. His eyes smolder, dark and hungry, but he doesn’t stop to fix my dress. Instead, he keeps walking, his grip on me unyielding.

“Let them look,” he growls, his voice a rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “They’ll never have what’s mine.”

I bite my lip, a mix of embarrassment and arousal twisting in my stomach. His hand slides down to my ass, groping me firmly as we reach the exit. The doorman gives us a polite nod, his eyes flicking to my exposed skin for just a moment before he looks away. Orion doesn’t care. He doesn’t stop. He just keeps moving, his dominance radiating off him like heat.

The limo is waiting, the door already open. Orion helps me inside, his hand lingering on my hip as I slide across the leather seat. He follows, the door closing behind him with a softthud. The partition is up, the driver already knowing better than to look.

Orion unzips his fly, the sound sharp in the quiet of the limo. His cock springs free, already hard, and he looks at me with that same predatory gaze. “Get to work,” he says, his voice rough with need.

I don’t hesitate. I lean forward, my lips brushing the tip of him, tasting the salt of his skin. His hand tangles in my hair, guiding me, but I don’t need it. I’m determined to give him the best head he’s ever had, even with my hands bound behind my back. I lick his balls, savoring the way he groans, his hips twitching as I take him deeper.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. His fingers tighten in my hair, urging me on. I take as much of him as I can, my throat working around his length until I’m choking, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. He lets out a low growl, his release hitting the back of my throat, and I swallow every drop, my body trembling with the effort.

When I pull back, he’s watching me, his eyes dark and satisfied. He caresses my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips. “Good girl,” he says again, his voice softer now. “Now that the preamble is done, we can get to the main event.”

I grin up at him, my body still humming with anticipation. “I’m not getting any sleep tonight, am I?” I ask, my voice teasing but happy.

He smirks, his hand sliding down to my thigh. “Not a chance, little beauty.”

CHAPTER 20

CORA

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