Page 105 of Discretion at Its Finest

“Reid—?”

She didn’t get the rest out. Because I lifted her, clean off the cot.

Her hands flew to my shoulders in a startled little gasp. Her toes dangled for half a second before instinct wrapped her legs loosely around my hips. Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm, too fucking trusting for the things I wanted to do to her… for the things I was going to do to her.

Every day I had been starving to hear from her, three years of wanting to be with her, thirty minutes of pretending I could be good—

In the end… I was surely the weakest of all men.

The corner of the room came into view, a blind spot for the camera my little Vieve had no worries about at the moment.

Her back met the wall first. She whimpered again, the sound tiny, high, desperate, and my blood surged at it.

That was it.

Riding up her dress over her ass, I pushed her panties to the side, growing hard at the sight of her damp wet pussy. With one hand holding her ass steady as her legs stayed wrapped around my waist, I wet the fingers of my other hand with my tongue before slipping it between us, toying at her center.

She bit her lips as I pushed a finger into her cunt, teasing her with slow and agonizing thrusts before pulling out and running it through her already wet folds. She was ready for me, all right. Pulling my cock free, I lined it up with her entrance before I pushed in. Her eyes rolled back and I slid my hand over her mouth, covering her moan before it could escape again. Hereyes flew up to mine, pleading, melting, undoing me right there. Pregnancy hormones must’ve been messing with her body, her little pussy all wet and trembling, choking my cock.

“Quiet,” I whispered. “I know, baby. I know it’s a lot. I know you’re sensitive. But you have to be quiet.”

She breathed through it as I thrusted my hips gently, pushing deeper, and she nodded against my hand, breath shaking into my palm. But before I could control myself, my hand gripping her waist tightened and I pulled her down onto me, hard.

Her muffled cry hit my hand, her eyes rolled, her nails dug into my shoulders, and I drove into her again.

Slow wasn’t happening. Control wasn’t happening. She was too warm, too tight, too sensitive for me to fucking think that way.

Her muffled cry vibrated into my palm, her whole body arching, trying to take me and run from me all at once. I thrusted harder, pushing her head back into the wall as her chest arched toward me. I kissed her skin. Sucking at the swell of her breasts, wanting to mark them, bite them, make them all fucking mine.

She tried to twist away from the thrust, overstimulation and panic making her thrash, but my hands were already there. One hand still over her mouth, the other gripping her hip, holding her steady, keeping her exactly where I needed her.

“Shh—” I breathed against her cheek, hips snapping forward again. “You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

She wasn’t okay.

She was shaking like she was being torn apart from the inside, her thighs quivering, her swollen stomach brushing mine with every brutal grind.

And when she grabbed my arm, when her body tensed, legs quivering gently, I knew she was close to cumming. My hand left her mouth.

I hooked my arm under her ass and lifted her higher, her feet dangling in the air, belly pressed to my abdomen, her weight nothing in my hands.

“Oh my—”she gasped, but it broke into a helpless cry as I slammed her down onto my cock.

Her entire body seized, violently, her climax ripping through her so hard she nearly collapsed. But I held her up, fucked her through it.

“Good girl,” I growled against her throat, my grip tightening on her waist as I bounced her on my cock with ruthless precision.

“You’re so good for me, Vieve. Fuck—” I hissed, rocking her up and down my cock effortlessly. Her whole body had gone soft, boneless, weak in my arms, trembling through every overstimulated aftershock as I held her suspended on my cock.

I felt her pulse against me, that tiny flutter inside her that always gave her away. Her little cunt milked my cock like she couldn’t get enough. And fuck, I felt everything.

That was when I noticed the guards. Or rather the fact that they hadn’t stopped us or done anything about us going over the thirty-minute limit some time ago. They were letting me have this.

Letting me take her, fuck her against a wall like she belonged to me. Probably listening to the cameras they kept on me twenty-four hours each day like the sick fucks they were.

A sick, dark burst of satisfaction ripped through me.

Good. I wanted them to hear the beautiful woman under me begging, wanted them to know they’d never have a fucking chance with her.