The VHC Archives surrounded us with cold marble and humming server banks, the only light coming from blinking LEDs and status indicators. Rows of massive data storage units lined the walls, their mechanical heartbeats providing a steady rhythm to our forbidden encounter.
Natalia's hands worked frantically at my belt while I hiked up her midnight-blue gown. The silky material bunched around her waist as I spun her around, pressing her against one of the server racks. The metal must have been cold against her bare skin, but she only moaned when I pinned her there.
"Right here?" she asked, her voice a mixture of shock and arousal.
"Right here," I confirmed, pushing her legs apart with my knee. "Where anyone could walk in and find the ice princess of New Vein getting fucked by her stepbrother."xz
The crude language made her shiver. I ran my hands up her thighs, discovering she'd worn nothing underneath her gown all evening.
