Dominated (The Enforcers 2)

Her eyes widened and she stared back at him in stupefaction.

“What were you just told to do?” he asked in a dangerously velvety voice.

She reached underneath the short skirt of her dress and slowly peeled the lacy scrap of underwear down her legs until it hit the floor between her feet.

“Now unzip my pants and pull my dick out of the fly.”

Her hands shaking, she slowly unzipped his pants. His cock surged into her waiting hand, utterly rigid and straining.

“Pull your dress up around your waist and hold it there,” Drake said, his eyes glittering with a hard edge.

As soon as she complied he reached down and hooked his arms underneath her ass and hoisted her up his body. He walked her back until her shoulders hit the wall of the elevator, and then he positioned his penis at her opening.

“Are you ready for me, Angel? Can you take me this way? We only have about two minutes before security opens the elevator after the alarm went off. Or we can finish and I can hit the button to resume,” he said silkily.

Nothing on earth would make her drag this out so long that his security found them naked and in a rather awkward position regardless of whether she was ready. Excitement licked up her spine instead of the mortification she would have expected. The risk of being caught spurred her desire instead of squelching it.

“Yes,” she hissed out. “Please. Take me hard, Drake.”

In one brutal push, he was balls deep inside her and her gasps echoed through the elevator. God, he was so huge this way. She could feel him in every part of her deepest core, pulsing and throbbing.

“Wrap your legs around me and hold on,” he growled.

She curled her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together and then clutched at both his shoulders with her hands as he began slamming into her. Her head rolled back to rest against the wall and she closed her eyes as he continued to power back and forth into her damp heat.

“So damn beautiful,” Drake said through clenched teeth. “Never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

“Then you must not ever look in the mirror,” she said between gasps.

“I’m not going to last. How close are you, Angel?”

She was already fluttering wildly around him, clutching at his erection.

“Close,” she managed to get out. “So close. Please. I need . . .”

And then he let go of his carefully cultivated control. He pumped into her with forceful, long thrusts, burying himself to the hilt over and over until the world blurred and the walls seemed to spin and rotate around her.

She let out a sharp cry just as the first flood of his release bathed the walls of her vagina. He buried his face in her neck and continued the powerful thrusting motions with his hips until finally he plunged deep and held himself there, unmoving as jet after jet of his come filled her.

Her chest was heaving with exertion and she was noisily sucking in mouthfuls of air as he stood there holding her against the wall, his cock wedged impossibly deep.

He reached out with one hand and hit the button for the elevator to resume and they rode the rest of the way in silence, still intimately connected, her legs tightly wrapped around his hips.

When the elevator door opened, Drake hoisted her up in his arms and slowly walked into the apartment, still holding her closely to him and keeping himself still linked to her.

“Wow,” she mumbled.

He chuckled. “Good?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Not very much to say right now, huh?”

“Nope.”

He laughed again and carried her into the bathroom and set her on the counter next to the sink. He started a shower for them and then stripped them both out of their clothing before carrying her underneath the warm spray, where he proceeded to wash every inch of her hypersensitive body.

When he was finished rinsing them both, he pulled her out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Let’s go call your parents and then, my angel, I’m going to reward my very bad girl.”

15

Evangeline leaned back into Drake’s arms after disconnecting the call to her parents and sighed in contentment.

“They seemed excited,” Drake said indulgently.

“Oh, they are,” she said. “I’m excited, Drake! I still can’t believe you’re going to so much trouble to bring them here for Thanksgiving. Thank you.”

He smiled warmly at her. “It’s such a small thing, Angel. How could I not do something that brings you so much happiness? And I admit, I’m looking forward to meeting them.”

“They’re both dying to meet you,” Evangeline admitted. “I’ll warn you now. They’ll probably ask you a thousand questions. My dad will grill you as to your intentions toward his little girl, and my mother will be watching us both like a hawk.”