I pulled Aoife closer, my lips brushing her ear. "Listen carefully," I whispered, my voice too low for the microphones to capture. "We need to convince them, but I'll get us out of here. Trust me."
Her eyes widened slightly, but she had given an imperceptible nod.
"I know what she wants," I continued, my fingers trailing down her arm as though I couldn't resist touching her. "She wants to see me lose control. We'll give her a show, but when the opportunity comes—be ready."
"I can handle myself," she breathed back, her lips grazing my earlobe in what would have appeared passionate to our watchers.
I pulled back, meeting her gaze directly. "This will get rough. I need to know you understand."
A flash of something—determination, perhaps even dark anticipation—crossed her face. "Do what you have to do, Alexander. Just get us out alive."
When Beatrice demanded we perform, Aoife turned to the camera and began unbuttoning her shirt with deliberate slowness. I watched, momentarily transfixed by her calculated boldness despite our dire circumstances.
But when Beatrice called for the man from the maze, I knew then that this was very personal for Beatrice. She had an axe to grind, and she was out for blood. Mine. Aoife’s.
And now she wanted my darkness unleashed, along with hers. If it was just me, I could deal with it. But the idea that Aoife might get hurt—it suddenly terrified me to the point of no return…
I moved toward Aoife with deliberate steps, no longer Alexander Moore the strategist, the cool and collected second-in-command. I became the man who could bend another's will through pleasure and pain.
My hand found her throat, not squeezing but resting there with implicit threat. Our eyes locked, and I saw understanding in her gaze. This was survival, nothing more. Yet beneath that understanding ran something else—a current of genuine response to the darkness I was channelling.
"I'm going to hurt you," I murmured, loud enough for the microphones but soft enough to seem intimate. Despite the fact that the whole situation was totally fucked up I was hard as a rock, picturing my Irish fox on her knees, choking on my cock. "But I'll make you beg for more."
Apprehension filled her eyes, but also something else, much like anticipation. We both knew she had some kinks and liked to be watched… but perhaps she also liked when others watched her being degraded. "Promises, promises," she taunted, playing her part perfectly.
She was out of her damn mind, and my body and mind wanted her more for it.
Wanted her with a fierceness that scared even me.
I spun her around roughly, pressing her against the wall, my shaft situated right between her legs. My body caged hers as I leaned in close, positioning us for maximum visibility from the cameras while my lips brushed against her ear.
“You’re nuts,” I said, completely as a compliment.
“Hmmmm.” She nibbled on my neck, then looked up into my eyes.
"When I tear your clothes off, grab for support on the shelfing right here," I instructed as I ran my hand over her body and turned her around to face the furniture. Then, I slapped her arse hard and she balked, releasing a moan. Still, I could feel the tension in her. This was not a normal situation. Under any other circumstances, I would have enjoyed this immensely, too, butnot then. "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast. We’ll give them something to chew on… and let’s stay alert for any opportunity to get out of this."
I undid her jeans then pulled them down. Her arse looked perfectly bare as she was wearing a thin black thong. Fuck, if only I could get her to myself without these … complications. As delicious as her arse was, I didn’t like when I couldn’t fully control the situation. Not when that true blue nutcase Beatrice was watching, holding our lives in the palm of her hand.
I caressed Aoife’s arse, taking in the rounded shape of the globes, inviting me to explore. She was leaning into the shelving unit like I’d instructed. Then, unable to wait any longer, I released my rock-hard cock and thrust into her without hesitation, filling her to the brim. In that single moment, I didn’t care where we were, what we were doing, and who was watching.
She cried out, and I gripped her hips tightly and started pumping into her hard and fast, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. Her cunt took me all in. Fuck, she felt incredible, better than memory served. She responded with muffled cries, her body creating delicious friction that threatened to blur the line between performance and reality.
"Christ, you're fucking amazing. Your pussy is taking my cock so well, you slut," I roared, fisting her hair and leaning down as she panted. "Guy in first window on your right will break protocol. His face says it all. And when he enters, we take him down. Get his weapon. His tactical mask. Then we improvise for the rest… Stick with me." She nodded almost imperceptibly.
My hands slid up her sides, rough enough to leave marks. I wrenched her shirt open and grabbed her tits, squeezing them tight while I continued to fuck her. Buttons scattered across the floor as she gasped and then panted loudly, the sound half-feigned, half-genuine. Her pussy squeezed me tight. So tight.
I paused for a second to catch my breath and then left a trail of bites and bruises across her pale skin, marking her as territory claimed. Each mark was calculated to be visible to our audience, to fulfil Beatrice's perverse fantasy while attempting to get Aoife’s mind off the predicament we were in.
When I reached the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, I bit down hard enough to leave an impression. Aoife's cry of pain-laced pleasure wasn’t simulated, her body responding to my rough handling.
"Left window now," I breathed against her skin. My cock grew impossibly harder. I wanted to burst my load deep inside her, but there was no time. "He's moving. Can’t see the others."
The bastard was clearly drawn in by our display. Through the window, I had caught a glimpse of him adjusting his tactical pants, his discipline crumbling beneath baser urges.
I kept fucking her with controlled violence, lowering myself down and kissing her creamy skin that I marked with possessive hands.
The door creaked open. The man entered, weapon lowered, attention fixed on Aoife's now nude form as I’d discarded her shirt. From the corner of my eye, I caught him licking his lips. I paused for a moment and glanced at him. His breathing was audible even through his mask.
