Page 18 of The Breeding Cave

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

YEOSIN

Yes? Yes?! Why did I say yes?!

Luciano tilted his head down slightly, his eyes glowing under the dim elevator light in a way that I had never seen before, but maybe I had never really gotten the courage to look him in the eyes, especially at Pink Ivory.

“Yes?” he repeated. “You want me to punish you?”

I sucked in a breath, determined to take it all back and tell him no. “Yes.”

Come on, Yeosin! We can’t do this right after practically getting robbed!

But if it would stop Luciano from asking why I was crying and why there was blood all over my backside, then I had to go along with it.

And even if I tried, I didn’t think I would be able to refuse him.

This feeling was worse than body betrayal syndrome that girls always got in those cheesy romance books.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t say no.

A deep and feral need in me would only let me agree.

“Please,” I whispered, pressing my thighs together. “I need you.”

Luciano pulled me into the elevator and hit the Close Door button. When the doors shut, he had me pressed against the shiny metallic wall, his face buried into the crook of my neck and his hard cock against my stomach.

Slight pain shot up my back, but the adrenaline suppressed it. I arched my back to keep it from pressing too hard against the wall and tilted my head to the side to give him better access, a small moan escaping my mouth.

What am I doing? I have to stop!

“Don’t you think this is … wrong?” I whispered.

“I think it’s a perfectly acceptable punishment for lying,” he murmured against the column of my neck, his slight stubble making me tingle in all the right places. He pushed a foot between mine and slid his knee between my aching thighs.

“I don’t think it’s enough.”

Yeosin, what the fuck?!

“It’s not enough of a punishment for you?” he murmured, dipping his hand underneath my skirt and rubbing my aching clit. “What if I push you all the way to the tip of coming all over my fingers and then just leave you there?”

I didn’t want that. I wanted to come. I needed to come. So, I ignored him.

I furrowed my brows and whimpered. “Since the moment you walked into Pink Ivory, I’ve been thinking about you,” I said, the confessions just tumbling out of my mouth at this point without me being able to stop them.

With his face buried in the crook of my neck, he moved his fingers faster against me. I spread my legs a couple of inches wider, desperate to forget about everything that had happened during my lunch break.

When the elevator doors began reopening, Luciano hit the Close Door button again so they snapped shut, then pressed the Top Floor button. I arched my back a bit harder so my wound wouldn’t skim against the metallic wall and closed my eyes, the pressure unbearable.

And right when I was about to come, he stopped. “No coming.”

“Please, let me come,” I pleaded. “I need it. Badly.”

While this felt so wrong because I had feelings for that beast, nothing could ever happen between us. He had made it clear that he was only looking for a surrogate and only cared that I was safe. Doing this once wouldn’t hurt, right?

When he stopped moving his fingers, I bucked my hips against his hand, so desperate to get off. I really needed to relax after what had just happened out on the street, and coming would be the perfect stress relief.

“Don’t stop,” I cried when he pulled his hand away. “Please, don’t stop.”

“This is your punishment for lying to me.”

“No,” I murmured. “Please, no.”

While he didn’t put his hand back on my pussy, no matter how many times I pleaded, he didn’t pull away from me either. He stood, pressed against me, his hands behind his back and his taut muscles flexing against his suit jacket.

I moved my pussy closer to his thigh and began grinding myself against it like a desperate little mess of a woman. I gripped on to the arm rail behind me and bucked my hips up and down on his suit pants, my skirt riding up my thighs until it was bunched at my hips.

“Desperate, fuckable,” he murmured, “and breedable.”

A wave of heat rushed through my core.

“Why did you lie to me?” he asked.

“I didn’t,” I cried, gripping on to his suit jacket. “I didn’t lie, I promise.”

Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, but didn’t stop me from getting off on his thigh, ruining his nice suit pants with my juices, breaking all the rules of the corporate world that HR had told me that I had to follow.

“Breed me,” I whispered because I thought it would break him like it had the beast.

I can’t say that to my boss! Stop it!

“I want to be bred. Please, Mr. Bates. Breed me!”

Growls rumbled out from his throat, and I swore his eyes glowed even darker.

“Breed you? You want me to breed you?”

“I love the thought of someone getting me pregnant,” I whispered, closing my eyes and thinking back to the beast’s offer. “Of someone wanting me so much that they have to put a baby inside me.”

The beast didn’t want me that badly; he just wanted to continue his family name.

But if he did want me for that reason …

Fuck!

“You’re not going to get pregnant, rubbing yourself off on my thigh,” he said.

I ground my pussy against his hard cock in his pants. “Then shove it inside me.”

His cock was throbbing against my cunt, creating the biggest imprint against his suit pants that I had ever seen. He was way too hard to pull away now. This was so forbidden, but I couldn’t stop.

A low chuckle escaped his mouth. “I don’t think HR would like that much.”

When the words left his mouth, reality seemed to smack me hard in the face. I blew out a deep breath and stopped grinding against him, suddenly coming back down to reality and realizing that this was so wrong. I had to stop.

Before I knew it, he undid his zipper and pulled out his huge cock. “But it’s not like I give a fuck about what HR thinks.”

My nipples hardened, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Mr. Bates, I?—”

He stroked it against my pantyhose, his shiny black-and-silver watch glimmering underneath the light. My eyes widened. I swore I had seen that watch before, and it hadn’t been on his wrist, but who …

“Beg for me to fuck your tight little hole again,” he murmured.

“Again?” I whispered, brows furrowed. “What do you mean by ag?—”

Luciano cursed under his breath, which sounded more like a growl, and slammed himself inside me, tearing right through my pantyhose. I pressed a hand over my mouth and cried out into it, coming almost instantly at the feel of his cock deep in my pussy.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

This was so wrong.