He doesn't stop. He pushes deeper, filling me completely. He buries his entire length inside my body with one brutal, unrelenting thrust.
We both freeze.
The sensation is overwhelming. He is buried to the hilt. My walls stretch around him. A groan rips from him. His head drops forward, forehead against my collarbone.
“Fuck,” he grinds out. “You’re so tight.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles at the small of his muscled back. I tilt my pelvis upward, taking him even deeper.
His control snaps.
He pulls almost all the way out, the friction sending fire through my core, and slams his hips forward.
The loud slap of his skin against my thighs echoes in the surveillance room.
He establishes a brutal, punishing rhythm. There is no slow buildup. This is primal need. He thrusts deep into my pussy, grinding his pelvis against my oversensitive clit with every stroke.
My head thumps against the wall behind the desk. I am lost in the physical onslaught.
"Nico!" I cry out, my voice mingling with the harsh, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding.
"Take it," he snarls, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. "Take all of it."
He moves like a machine. His hips piston with driving force. I feel the flex of his abdominal muscles against mine. I feel the rigid tension in his uninjured shoulder as he braces his weight. I meet every thrust, grinding my hips against his, consumed by the animalistic heat of his claim.
The security monitors cast shifting shadows across his tattooed skin. We are surrounded by the digital feeds of the cold, dangerous city outside, but in this room, on this cold metal desk, he is the only reality that matters.
He slips his hand between our bodies. His rough thumb finds my slick, swollen clit and presses down hard.
The dual sensation destroys me.
"Yes!" I scream his name, uncaring if the noise bleeds through the walls.
"Come for me, Priya. Give it to me." His voice is direct and commanding in my ear.
The pressure builds at a terrifying speed. My walls clench rhythmically around his shaft. Each thrust of his cock drives me closer to the edge. He angles his hips, hitting that deep, aching spot inside my pussy with precision.
The second climax crashes through me, harder and more violent than the first.
I come apart in his hands. My body goes rigid. My internal muscles milk his cock in violent, spastic waves. I dig my nails into his back, crying out as the overwhelming pleasure wipes my brain blank.
My violent release is the trigger he needs.
Nico lets out a roar. He drives his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. His massive body goes rigid against mine. I feel the hot pulse of him as he spills deep inside me. Wave after wave of hot cum floods my tight walls, marking me from the inside out.
He holds himself deep, breath tearing through the quiet room in ragged gasps.
We stay locked together in the dark.
The chaotic adrenaline of the escape, the primal violence of the act, the certainty of his possession—it all settles into an exhausted weight. My legs slowly drop from his waist, falling limply against his sides.
He doesn't pull out. He keeps his body pressed against mine, his arms wrapping tightly around my frame, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He inhales deeply, dragging the scent of me deep into his lungs.
"You are staying," he murmurs against my skin, his voice thick with finality. "You belong in my fortress."
I rest my cheek against the top of his head. My fingers weakly trace the close-cropped hair at his temple.
"I guess I have to," I whisper, a tired smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. "My apartment upstairs doesn't have a security system this impressive."
