Page 165 of Money Reigns
“Yeah,” he groans behind me, his hands gripping my hips like a vice. “That’s what I thought. Hungry little cunt can’t stand to be without me.”
He slams back in. Hard. Ruthless.
Giving me exactly what I wanted.
My cry fogs the glass.
“Fuck, War—”
“Say it,” he snarls into my ear, pulling out again, inch by inch, until I’m trembling with the ache. Then he slams forward, filling me to the hilt. “Say you’re mine.”
My eyes squeeze shut. My heart is racing, adrenaline and heat tangling together. The thought of someone in the other building seeing us,watching me spread open like this,makes my stomach twist.
“What if someone—”
“I told you, no one can see.” His voice is a dark rasp against my ear. “But even if they could? You’d love it.”
My stomach flips. Shame tangles with heat.
Because he’s not wrong.
The filthy thought of someone, anyone, in another building watching me pinned to this glass, skirt shoved up, panties torn aside… my pussy squeezes around him so hard it hurts.
He groans, low and triumphant. “See? I can feel it. The way you’re clutching me. You fucking love this, Olivia.”
My cheeks flame. My body betrays me, pulsing around him, soaking him.
Every thrust is brutal, owning. His cock splits me open again and again until my legs tremble and my palms squeak against the glass.
“This is punishment,” he snarls into my hair. “Fortouchinghim. For hugging him.”
“I wasn’t—” My protest melts into a moan as his cock drags deep and my walls spasm around him.
“Just say it,” he orders, hips slamming into mine, his hand gripping my jaw, forcing my face against the glass. “Promise that you’re mine.”
I choke on the words. Half shame. Half need.
His fingers circles my clit, sharp and relentless, while his cock pistons into me with punishing force.
“Promise me, Olivia.” His voice is a rough. “Or I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk back to your office. Until every man out there knows exactly who you belong to.”
My head tips back, a sob tearing from my throat as pleasure builds too fast, too sharp.
“I promise,” I gasp, trembling, thighs quaking. “War, I’m yours!”
His growl vibrates against my spine, dark and primal.“Louder.”
“I’m yours!” I cry, the words tearing out of me.
“Fucking perfect,” he groans, hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back as his thrusts grow ragged. “You’re gonna come for me. Right here. With my cock so deep inside you everyone will know you’re mine.”
My vision shatters. Pleasure detonates through me, raw and devastating, my pussy spasming around him, clenching, dragging him down into my release.
“Yes! Fuck, Olivia,” he groans, pounding once, twice more before he buries himself deep and comes, filling me until I feel it spill down my thighs. His roar shakes the air, primal, savage.
I collapse against the glass, trembling, spent, panting.
He doesn’t move right away. Just holds me there, cock still inside me, chest heaving against my back, his lips brushing my temple.
