Page 164 of Money Reigns
Heat.
Shewantsthe reminder.
Good.
I grab her wrist, spin her, and press her front against the glass. The floor-to-ceiling windows stretch across the skyline, city glittering beyond them. My chest pins her back as my hands drag up her thighs, grip, lift. Her skirt rucks up high.
Her breath hitches. “War, someone could—”
My hand drops to my belt. The sharp snap of it coming undone fills the silence. I unzip, shove my pants down just enough to free my cock, heavy and aching for her.
“Could what?” I growl, fisting myself once before yanking her panties aside. “See?”
I thrust into her in one brutal, unyielding stroke. No preamble. Just me, buried to the hilt in one slick, hot, perfect push.
She cries out against the glass, palms flattening, body jolting forward from the force.
Fuck.
Tight. Wet.Mine.
I groan into her hair, grinding deep, savoring the way her cunt grips me like a fist.
“No one’s watching, Olivia,” I murmur against her ear. “And even if they were? I assumed youlikedthe attention.”
Her heart pounds so hard I can feel it through her back. Her breath fogs the glass. She squirms, hips jerking, torn between restraint and need.
I slam into her again, hard enough to make her cry out.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight,” I snarl, dragging my cock out slow, then driving it back in, deep and rough. “You like this. Don’t you? Beingreprimanded.Pinned here where anyone could see.”
Her pussy clenches around me, fluttering.
I laugh, low and dangerous. “I can feel how much you like it. Your cunt doesn’t lie, Olivia. It’sbeggingfor me.”
Her head drops forward, forehead pressed to the glass, a broken sound spilling out of her.
And I don’t stop.
Won’t stop.
Not until she says it.
Not until she remembers she belongs tome.
Chapter thirty-one
Olivia
The cold glass shocks against my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the shock of him inside me. No warning. No gentleness. Just him. Thick, unyielding, filling me to breaking.
I can barely breathe. Every thrust pushes air from my lungs in ragged gasps.
He pulls out.
A long, slow drag that leaves me desperate, empty.
I whimper. My hips push back without permission, chasing him.
