Her whimper melts into my mouth. Her hands claw at my chest like she’s trying to bury herself inside me.
I drag her toward the surveillance room, our bodies still locked together. The feeds flicker, the static glitch twisting across the top corner again, taunting me.
I’ll find him. I’ll carve him out of the walls. I’ll bleed his name from his throat. I’ll make him watch while I ruin her all over again.
But first—I need to cage her tighter. I need to lock her down. I need to remind her exactly who she belongs to. Again. And again. And again. Because the other one might be watching. But I’m the one who makes her beg. And he’ll never touch her the way I do.
I shove her back against the console, her spine hitting the cold metal with a thud that vibrates through the hardware. I don’t give her a second to breathe. I hike her legs up, hooking them over my hips, pinning her against the flickering wall of monitors. My hand goes to her throat, my thumb finding that delicate spot where her pulse is a frantic, trapped bird.
“You see that screen, little spider?” I hiss, forcing her to look at the static-riddled feed where the glitch is dancing. “He wants to see you. He wants to know what you look like when you’re being broken.”
I slide my free hand down, diving back into her pussy. She’s even wetter than before, a hot, slick mess that drips over my knuckles. She cries out, her head thumping back against the screens.
“I’m going to give him a show,” I growl, my teeth grazing the sensitive cord of her neck. “I’m going to make you scream so loud he hears it through the cameras. I’m going to make you cum so hard your knees won’t work for a week.”
I pull her hair, dragging her face toward mine. “And every time you feel yourself shatter, you’re going to remember that he can only watch. He can only dream of the way you taste. But I’m the one who owns it. I’m the one who’s inside you.”
I unbuckle my belt, the leather snap sounding like a gunshot in the small room.
“Beg for the cage, Raven. Beg for me to lock you away where no one else can ever lay eyes on you.”
“Please,” she sobs, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Please, Damien… cage me. Lock me up. Make me yours. Only yours.”
I grin, a dark, lethal thing. I’m going to ruin her right here, in the cold glow of the monitors, while the ghost in the machine watches his prize become a wreck in my hands.
“Good girl.”
I hike her hips higher, pinning her against the wall of monitors until the screens flicker and distort beneath her weight. The cold glass of the surveillance feed is a sharp contrast to the fever-heat of her skin. She’s a mess of salt, wax, and desperation, her breath coming in ragged, broken hitches that fog the glass behind her head.
I reach down and guide myself to her lips.
“Open,” I command, the word vibrating against her mouth.
She doesn’t hesitate. She’s too far gone, too broken by the wait. She parts her lips, her tongue trembling as it meets me. I push deep, watching her eyes roll back, her throat working as she takes me, gagging slightly on the sheer size of me. I grip her hair, tilting her head at an angle that forces her to look at the very screen where the static glitch is most violent.
“Look at him,” I growl, my thumb dragging across her cheek, smearing her tears. “I want him to see your eyes while you’re tasting me. I want him to see how well you take what belongs to me.”
She chokes out a muffled whimper, her hands fumbling to grip my thighs for leverage. I don’t give her any. I pull her head back, dragging her mouth away from my cock just long enoughto see the silver string of spit connecting us in the dim, blue light of the room.
I don’t wait another second. I flip her around, slamming her chest-first against the console. Her hands fly out to brace herself against the keyboards, keys clicking uselessly, monitors flashing error messages as she’s crushed against the tech. I hike her ass up, her spine arching into a perfect, agonising curve.
I line myself up at her entrance, feeling the heavy, soaking heat of her. She’s so tight she’s shaking, her inner thighs slick with the evidence of how badly I’ve ruined her already.
“Tell him,” I whisper into her ear, my hands gripping her hips so hard I know I’m leaving permanent marks. “Tell the ghost watching us who is about to stretch you open.”
“Damien,” she sobs, her forehead pressed against a monitor showing the empty hallway. “Damien… please… only you. It’s only ever been you.”
I drive into her in one brutal, uncompromising thrust.
The air leaves her lungs in a shattered scream. Her fingers claw at the desk, sending a mouse skittering to the floor. I don’t give her time to adjust. I pull back nearly all the way and slam into her again, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing like a crack of thunder in the small room.
I’m not being gentle. I’m being possessive. I’m fucking her with the rage of a man who knows someone is trying to steal his shadow.
“Say it!” I roar, my pace turning frantic, punishing.
“I’m yours!” she screams, her voice cracking, her body rocking violently with every shove. “I’m yours—break me—please—Damien—I’m yours!”
I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, grinding into the swollen, sensitive nerve while I continue to fuck her from behind. The combination is too much. She starts to convulse, her internal muscles clamping around me like a vice.
