(mature content)
Elena's POV
Rio parked at his usual spot in the company's parking lot. He switched the engine off and let out a heavy sigh. My eyes snapped to him ,the storm brewing behind those eyes was loud as thunder.
"You alright?" I asked, voice low, trying to catch the tempest..my hand squizing his a little on my lap.
"Yeah, all good," he shrugged, but the weight in his shoulders said otherwise. "Just tired."
He grabbed his keys from the ignition and stepped out. Circling the car, he opened my door with that same, quiet authority.
My cheeks flushed.
"What?" he asked, watching my red face with a smirk, shutting the door behind me .
"Nothing. No one's ever opened a door for me like that before," I murmured as we headed to the building.
"Well, get used to it," he said, stepping ahead to hold the door open.
The office froze. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing, eyes pinned to us like we were some twisted power play. Rio's glare sent them scattering back to their desks.
Nosy bastards, I thought.
We slipped into the elevator, the silence thick between us. Memories of last time flooded in -, the heat of his body pressed against mine. My thighs clenched tight, needing a distraction.
I grabbed my phone, scrolling to call Summer. Please pick up, please pick up. But voicemail swallowed my hopes.
"What are you doing?" His low, raspy voice cut through the stillness.
I snapped my gaze to him, biting back a smirk. "What does it look like, Mr. Mariano?"I ask
He likes it when I call him that. I know it.
"Trying to distract yourself from the fact you want me to fuck you against that mirrored wall," he said, stepping closer, heat radiating off him.
I clenched my thighs again, his smile widening at the sight. The elevator was on the sixth floor. Shit.
"You're so fucking needy for me, Elena. Though you won't admit it," he whispered, fingers curling around my waist.
I didn't deny it. Hell, I wanted him so bad I could barely breathe.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured, lowering his gaze to my lips.
I dropped my bag...and my hands move to his chest . That was my answer.The self control we've been holding on to snapping with each passing second.
Before I could blink, his lips crashed on mine, stealing my breath. Soft, slow, pulling me into him. My hands tangled in his hair, tugging, earning a guttural groan that sent shivers down my spine.
The kiss unraveled, messy and desperate. Our lips smacked against each other, filling the elevator with wet sounds of need.
With a swift move, Rio spun me around, pressing me into his hard chest. I arched my back, ass grinding against his cock.
He lifted my skirt, baring the curve of my lace panties.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, trailing fingers up and down my thighs.
A sharp smack on my ass made me whimper - pain and pleasure twisted tight inside me.
"You like that, huh?" he hummed, lips brushing my skin.
"We're gonna make this quick," he said, voice low and dangerous. "Before someone walks in and finds you bent over for me, princess." I nodded, breath hitching..my palm pressed flat on the elevator mirror our eyes locked through the reflection.
He slid my panties aside, fingers tracing over my wet heat. I moaned, biting my lips.
His fingers moved from me to my mouth. Our eyes locked in the elevator's mirrored reflection..lust filled .
"Suck," he commanded. I did - tasting myself on his fingers, feeling the wicked approval rumble in his chest.
The zipper slid down. His thick shaft pressed against my ass, then teased my entrance.
I bucked against him, desperate for more.
"You're so fucking wet for me," he whispered.
He positioned himself, and slowly, mercilessly, slid inside.
"Fuck, Rio... slow," I moaned, stretched and filled beyond words.
"I know you're tight, Elena," he whispered into my ear, voice thick with want.
He paused, letting me adjust, every inch inside me a claim.
We rose to the eighteenth floor, but the world outside didn't matter. We were locked in our own storm.
"Riooo," I moaned, voice cracking with need.
"Say it," he demanded, hunger burning in his eyes.
"Please, Rio," I begged, trying to move against him, but he held me still.
"Please what, Elena?" he taunted. The power shift turned me on like nothing else.
"Please fuck me, Rio," I whispered, breathless.
A wicked grin curled his lips, eyes darkening.
"Good girl," he husked, pulling out all the way - then slamming back in with brutal force.
I cried out, every slam rocking through my core.
He pulled out, then drove back harder, faster. If he wasn't holding me, I'd be flat on the floor.
The elevator echoed with our raw sounds - moans, gasps, the wet slap of skin.
"Fuck, Rio, don't stop," I whimpered, lost in the storm.
"Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl. Say it, Elena. Tell me you're mine princess ," he groaned, hand gripping my hair pulling my head back gently.
"Fuck... Rio," my voice cracked under his brutal rhythm.
"What, El?" he teased, smirking.
"I'm yours , Rio," I gasped.
He smacked my ass hard, pounding like a man possessed.
My pussy clenched tight around him. The knot in my stomach unraveled, and I knew , I was close . I held on trying to make it last a bit longer .
Rio circled my clit, fingers moving in delicious torturous circles.My eyes rolled, and I bit my lip .
"shitt...you feel so fucking good..." I moaned, gasped ,collapsing back against his chest.
His hands fist on my hair growling our eyes fixed on each other through the mirror
A wicked smile on his lips his other hand capping my breast and squizing enough to leave a mark.
"Cum for me, princess," he whispered, and I exploded on him, riding the waves of ecstasy.
His cock twitched, then pulled free. He spilled hot over my ass.
We stayed quiet, tangled and spent.
He spun me around, and am breathless, hair a mess , sweat pulled on my forehead ..my blouse unbuttoned .I smile up at him
"You look great," he joked.
I hit his chest, laughing breathless.
"Fuck you," I said, eyes bright.
"You already did, princess," he whispered.
We stared. Then, lips crashed again - slow, fierce, a promise in every kiss.
"Let me clean you up," he said, pulling a tissue from his back pocket.
He turned me, gently wiping the mess from my skin. My heart fluttered - the brutal boss showing tenderness.
He fixed my skirt, blouse, hair - perfecting the woman he owned, inside and out.
I'd fix my makeup later.
The elevator doors opened, and again, eyes latched on us.
I felt exposed, vulnerable - knowing what we'd just done.
"Don't worry," he whispered, voice low and sure. "The elevator doors are soundproof."
He turned, walking away, into his office..with a wink.
I stepped into mine, breath shaky, heart racing.
Did we just do that?
I facepalmed.
I cleaned my desk, desperate to chase the memory away, but it clung, searing me.
His lips. His touch. That damn cock inside me. The filthy words whispered between thrusts.
Our reflection in the elevator mirrors - that wicked, intoxicating image.
My door swung open.
Mariana stepped in, shutting it behind her.
"What's up with you?" she chuckled, perching on my desk.
"Me? What? Uh... nothing. I'm fine," I said, cheeks burning.
I knew why. I'd just fucked her brother in the elevator.
"You look like a teenager who just got a kiss from her crush," she laughed.
I threw a book at her.
"You're talking nonsense, Mariana. Anyway, what's up?"I giggle my hands still shaking under the desk .
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