Page 62 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Twenty-Five
ANDY
M att’s lips grazed my ear, his voice a low rumble that sent a tremor down my spine. “There it is. That’s a good look on your face,” he purred, his voice a seductive melody that sent ripples of desire coursing through me. “Such a beautiful face.”
I wanted to retort, to spit fire and brimstone back at him, but when his lips crashed against mine again, every word turned to ash. This wasn’t the Matt I knew; this was something darker, more primal.
Matt’s lips were a fiery brand against mine, a savage declaration of ownership that left me reeling.
His kiss was a tempest, wild and untamed, a punishing assault that sent shivers of fear and arousal coursing through my veins.
It was as if his rage had awakened a primal beast within him, a ferocious entity that sought to claim and consume me.
The taste of his fury was intoxicating, a potent cocktail that stoked the flames of my desire even as it filled me with dread.
His teeth nipped at my lower lip, a sharp pain that only served to stir a deeper longing within me.
I was caught in a maelstrom, my senses overwhelmed by the force of his passion.
It was as if the inferno that raged within him had been unleashed, a wildfire that scorched everything in its path—including me.
The brutality of his kiss, the raw power that infused every stroke of his tongue and every bite of his teeth, ignited a response within me that I couldn’t—and truth be told, didn’t want to—tamp down.
My own desire ignited like a match to gasoline, the heat of it searing through me, a fervent reminder that despite the danger, the thrill of his dominance called to something primal within me.
When he finally tore his lips from mine, I was left gasping for air, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and lust. The storm in his eyes was mesmerizing, a tempest as captivating as it was terrifying.
It was the look of a man who had been pushed to the brink, a man who would stop at nothing to claim what was his.
Without a word, Matt reached for his silk tie, the very symbol of his power and control. With swift, practiced movements, he bound my wrists together, the fabric a silken shackle. My heart hammered against my ribs; the thrill of fear mingled with an anticipation so sharp it was nearly painful.
My breath hitched as he yanked my jeans down and off me, exposing me to the cool air of the room and his heated gaze. My hard cock stood out, shameless evidence of how my body betrayed every rational thought.
I knew what was coming next—what I both dreaded and craved.
My heart hammered in my chest as I watched as he undid his pants with an impatient jerk, and his hard cock sprang free—arrogant and unapologetic.
There was no hesitation, no tenderness in his movements as he positioned himself at my entrance, the promise of what was to come both a threat and a seduction.
Then, with one brutal thrust, he impaled me, the pain and pleasure mingling into an intoxicating cocktail that left me reeling.
He fucked me with an unrelenting savagery, each powerful stroke pushing me deeper into the cushions of the couch, each driven by a raw, untamed fury that transformed him into something almost feral.
I thought I knew what it meant to be fucked, to be truly taken.
But in that moment, as Matt’s savage rhythm drove into me, I realized I’d been sorely mistaken.
His cock was a relentless piston, hammering into my ass with a force that bordered on violence.
Each thrust was a brand, searing his possession into my very flesh.
There I was, splayed out on the plush sofa in his office, my wrists bound above my head, my body pinned under his brutal onslaught. Pain and pleasure collided in a maelstrom that flooded my senses, leaving me dizzy, breathless, and utterly at his mercy.
His breath was hot against my ear, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within my chest. “You belong to me, Andy. Every inch of you is mine and mine alone. You’re my little pet, and no other man is allowed to touch what’s mine.”
Part of me wanted to scream, to rage against his possessive words.
But another part, a darker part, thrilled at the primitive claim.
It was a thrill that I’d be damned if I admitted to him, though.
So, I glared at him through the haze of pleasure, my voice laced with defiance even as my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.
“You’re a… crazy bastard…” I panted, the words tearing from my throat. “You’re delusional…. if…. if you think… you own… me… I can run off to… any other man… I want…”
The fire that lit up in his eyes should have warned me, but it only stoked the defiant flames within me. His response was immediate and punishing. His cock drove into me with renewed vigor, each thrust so deep and hard that stars danced before my eyes.
“That dirty mouth of yours,” he snarled, his fingers digging into my hips with bruising force. “It’s so fucking annoying.”
And then his mouth was on mine again, but this wasn’t a kiss.
It was a conquest, a savage claiming that left no doubt about who was in control.
His tongue invaded my mouth, fucking it with the same relentless rhythm as his cock below.
It was a brutal, unapologetic assault, and I could do nothing but submit to the tempest that was Matt Caine.
I gasped for air as Matt released my lips.
With a swift, almost violent motion, he pulled his cock from my ass with an obscene slickness.
The raw, animalistic lust in his eyes was both thrilling and terrifying.
My body throbbed with a desperate need, the absence of his cock an ache that bordered on pain.
But Matt wasn’t done with me, not by a long shot.
Before I could catch my breath, Matt’s hands were on my shirt, ripping it apart in a savage display of strength.
Buttons popped and scattered across the floor, leaving my torso exposed to the cool air of the office—and to his heated gaze.
Before I could muster a protest, he hoisted me over his shoulder, my world a dizzying blur of ceiling tiles and his broad back.
A surprised yelp escaped my lips as he dumped me unceremoniously onto the sleek surface of his office desk, the cold wood against my bare skin a shock to my system.
I’d fantasized about being taken on this very desk in the heart of his empire, but in my dreams, it had been a tender, passionate affair—not this brutal, primal claiming.
Yes, this wasn’t a fantasy. This was raw and real, and Matt was a man possessed. He climbed onto the desk, still fully clothed, and straddled me. His hand pinned me down, the weight of his body a delicious pressure that left me feeling trapped and vulnerable—and inexplicably aroused.
“You’re mine, pet,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within my core, his eyes raking over my exposed body. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but the words died in my throat as he entered me again.
His cock thrust into me with a wild, untamed fury that was both terrifying and thrilling.
He fucked me with an intensity that bordered on madness, each stroke a savage claim that I felt in the very marrow of my bones, the kind that branded my insides with an invisible tattoo that screamed MATT WAS HERE!
And all I could do was take it. All I could do was arch my back and meet him thrust for savage thrust because part of me—the part that didn’t give a damn about pride or self-preservation—secretly loved it.
His hips snapped against mine, each powerful thrust pushing me closer to the edge.
My body was no longer my own; it was a vessel for his pleasure, a canvas for him to mark and claim.
Pain and pleasure melded into a dizzying maelstrom that consumed every rational thought.
When I came, it was a suddenness that took my breath away, like fireworks going off in broad daylight—spectacular but unexpected.
My release shot into the air, painting both myself and Matt’s impeccable clothing with the evidence of my undoing.
But Matt didn’t stop. His cock continued to drive into me, each relentless stroke pushing me closer to the edge of insanity.
My body responded with a will of its own, my cock hardening again, the need building within me like a tidal wave about to crash against the shore.
I came a second time, my body shuddering beneath him as I cried out his name.
And then I was hard again, my cock aching with a need that bordered on desperation.
Matt’s relentless rhythm drove me to the brink once more, and I found myself hurtling toward another release with a speed that left me breathless.
I came again, my body shaking with the force of my climax, but still, Matt didn’t stop.
His cock drove into me with the same brutal intensity, each stroke reigniting the fire that threatened to consume me.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Matt lifted me from the desk and carried me to the floor-to-ceiling window that offered a stunning view of the city below.
My gaze was hazy as I took in the view, but even through the fog of post-orgasmic bliss, I was acutely aware of my nakedness, my body on full display for anyone who might be watching from the buildings across the city.
The thought of being exposed like that, of being so utterly vulnerable, bound and naked and wholly at Matt’s mercy, sent fear and an illicit thrill through me.
“What do you think, pet?” Matt murmured against my ear, his voice a low purr that resonated deep within my chest. “Should we give the world a show? Let them see what a perfect little whore you are for me?”