“Yes,” I breathe, the word coming out as a broken, desperate plea. “Yes, please.”
“Fuck,” he growls.
The sound of his zipper being jerked down with one hand echoes in the quiet room—a sharp, metallic snap of finality. At the same time, his other hand hooks into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs until they hit the floor.
He doesn’t wait. He grabs my hips, his grip bruisingly firm, and enters me in one fluid, powerful motion. I cry out, my palms flat against the wall as he fills me completely, his length stretching me until I’m certain I can’t take any more.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts a relentless, driving pace, his hips slamming against mine with a rhythmic thud. As he moves, he leans in close again, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he begins to whisper dirty things—promises of what he’s going to do to me, descriptions of how tight I feel around him, and exactly how much he’s been thinking about this moment.
The combination of his raw, physical power and the filthy, possessive words pouring from his mouth is sensory overload. My head thrashes against the wall, my eyes fluttering shut as the friction builds into a blinding heat. He’s taking me right there against the wall, claiming me with a savage intensity that tells me he won’t stop until we’re both completely undone.
He grinds his thumb against my clit, pinning me harder against the wall, while his body drives into mine with a primal, rhythmic violence.
“I’m close, Mike,” I sob, my forehead pressed hard against the wall, my fingers clawing at the surface for any kind of relief or friction. “I’m—”
“Take it, Ellie,” he growls, his voice a raw, animalistic sound. “Come for me. Now!”
His command is the spark that sets off the powder keg. I shatter, my body spasming as a violent orgasm rips through me, my internal muscles clenching around him in wave after wave of desperate pleasure. I cry out his name, the sound echoing off the walls, and just as I hit the peak, I feel him stiffen behind me.
He lets out a guttural, soul-deep roar, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts one last time, buried as deep as he can possibly go. I feel the hot, rhythmic pulse of his release filling me, his heart thundering against my back like a trapped bird.
We stay like that for several long moments, pinned together against the wall, gasping for air in the sudden, heavy silence. The only sound is the frantic rhythm of our breathing as the world slowly slides back into focus, leaving us both tangled, shaken, and completely spent.
“Should we go to bed?” he murmurs, flipping me around and pressing a soft kiss to my nose.
I pull back slightly, laughing, breathless. “Mike, weren’t you listening to everything I just told you?”
He sighs, a mix of exasperation and tenderness in his eyes. “That’s all we’ve been talking about these days. Can we just…spend time together?”
I can’t say no. I shake my head, letting a smile curl on my lips. “Okay.”
He grins, then effortlessly lifts me into his arms. I laugh again, the sound light and free, as he carries me towardthe bedroom, every worry and danger from the outside world momentarily melting away.
We spend the entire evening and night whispering tender words and making love to each other, finally falling asleep sometime around one a.m.
But we don’t sleep for long.
Midway through the night, an alarm blares, sharp and insistent.
Before I can fully come awake, Mike is instantly on his feet, hauling me up with him. “Let’s move!” he hisses. “That sound…it means the estate’s outer perimeter has been breached. I’ll get you to safety. Come on.”
We throw on our clothes in a frenzy, heartbeats thundering. Before we can even reach the door, Timofey bursts in, eyes wide and serious.
“It’s not an enemy attack,” he says quickly, catching his breath. “It’s…law enforcement. Federal units have surrounded the property. Someone tipped them off.”
I freeze, a chill crawling up my spine.
Mike’s jaw tightens, fury flashing in his eyes. “Who?”
Timofey sighs hard. “I don’t know…but the warrant—it carries Ellie’s name at the top.”
What the hell?
Chapter 20 – Mike
Sirens slice through the night, sharp and relentless, echoing off the estate walls.
I feel Ellie’s deep confusion at Timofey’s words, and I feel the same way.
