Page 13 of The Hacker (Dominion Hall #5)

ELIAS

V ivi’s wet body was a firebrand against my shoulder, her thighs slick from the pool, her black thong a flimsy barrier that did nothing to hide her heat as I carried her up Dominion Hall’s stairs. Her laugh, low and taunting, echoed in the cavernous hall, a siren’s call that made my demon roar.

I’d killed for her, fucked her against an alley wall, and now she was here, in my domain, daring me to break her.

Our snake, Obsidian, watched from her glass cage below, her black eyes glinting like she knew what was coming. I didn’t care. Vivi was mine, and tonight, I’d own every inch of her, every gasp, every scream, until she understood what it meant to push me.

My suite’s door slammed shut behind us, the steel and glass sealing us in.

I didn’t put her down, not yet. Her wriggling only made my grip tighter, my hand branding her thigh, the other splayed across her bare ass, feeling her pulse under my fingers.

Her scent was a drug, sinking into my veins, shredding my control.

The demon was free, its claws sharp, and I let it lead, my blood a furnace that burned for her.

“Put me down, Cipher,” she said, half-laughing, half-demanding, her nails digging into my back. “Or I’ll make you.”

I smirked, tossing her onto my bed, the black sheets swallowing her like a sacrifice.

She landed with a gasp, her red curls a wild halo, her skin glistening under the low light of my suite.

She was in nothing but that thong, her breasts bare, nipples hard from the cool air or the thrill—I didn’t care which.

She propped herself on her elbows, legs parted just enough to make my mouth water, her grin wicked and unyielding.

“You think you can handle me?” she said, voice a velvet blade, her eyes green fire that dared me to try.

I didn’t answer with words. I stripped off my boxer briefs, my cock already hard, throbbing with need. Her gaze dropped, and her lips parted, a flicker of surprise in her eyes that made my demon growl with satisfaction.

I was big, thick, and I knew it, but it was the hunger in her stare that drove me feral. She wasn’t scared—she was intrigued , and fuck, that was better.

I climbed onto the bed, my hands gripping her ankles, yanking her toward me. She gasped, a sound that shot straight to my groin, and I spread her legs wide, pinning them to the sheets.

Her thong was a scrap of black lace, soaked from the pool and her own arousal, and I ripped it off with one sharp tug, tossing it to the floor.

She was bare now, glistening, her pussy pink and perfect, and I wanted to devour her, to make her scream my name until her throat was raw.

“Elias,” she breathed, her voice a mix of challenge and need, her hips arching toward me like she couldn’t wait.

I leaned down, my breath hot against her inner thigh, my lips grazing her skin.

“You pushed me, Red,” I said, voice low, a growl that vibrated through her. “Now you’re gonna pay the price.”

I bit her thigh, hard enough to leave a mark, and she moaned, her hands fisting the sheets.

My tongue followed, licking a slow path toward her center, tasting salt and her, a flavor that made my demon howl.

I didn’t tease, didn’t play—I dove in, my mouth closing over her clit, sucking hard, my tongue flicking with ruthless precision.

She bucked, a cry tearing from her lips, and I pinned her hips down, my fingers digging into her flesh, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.

“Oh, God, Elias,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her thighs trembling under my hands.

I didn’t stop, didn’t let her breathe. I licked her deep, my tongue thrusting inside her, tasting her heat, her sweetness, while my thumb circled her clit, fast and relentless.

She was a storm, writhing under me, her moans a symphony that drove me insane.

I wanted her to come, wanted her to shatter, but not yet—not until I was buried inside her, claiming every piece of her.

I pulled back, her slickness on my lips, and she whimpered, her eyes wide, pupils blown with lust.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” she snarled, reaching for me, but I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. She fought me, her body twisting, but I was stronger, and the demon loved her struggle, loved how she burned against me.

“You don’t give the orders,” I said, my voice rough, my free hand sliding down her body, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “I do.”

Her eyes flashed, defiance and desire warring, and I kissed her, brutal and deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She bit me back, her teeth sharp, and I growled, my cock twitching against her thigh.

I released her wrists, only to flip her onto her stomach, my hand pressing her face into the sheets, her ass in the air.

She moaned, low and needy, pushing back against me, and I slapped her ass, hard, the sound echoing in the room.

Her gasp was a mix of shock and pleasure, and fuck, I liked that—liked how her fire met my demon and begged for more.

“You wanted me to lose control,” I said, my voice a blade, my hand soothing the red mark I’d left. “This is what it looks like.”

I spread her cheeks, my fingers finding her pussy again, sliding inside her, two, then three, stretching her, fucking her slow and deep.

She was tight, hot, her walls clenching around me, and her moans were muffled by the sheets, her hips rocking back, desperate for more.

I leaned over her, my chest against her back, my lips at her ear.

“You’re mine, Vivi,” I growled, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her scream. “Every inch. Every scream. Say it.”

She turned her head, her cheek pressed to the sheets, her eyes blazing even through the haze of lust.

“Make me,” she rasped, her voice raw, defiant to the end.

I pulled my fingers out, slick and glistening, and gripped her hips, lining myself up. My cock pressed against her entrance, and I didn’t wait, didn’t ease her into it. I thrust in, hard and deep, filling her in one brutal stroke.

She screamed, her body arching, her nails clawing the sheets, and I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. She was fire, liquid and tight, and I fucked her like I was trying to break her, my hips slamming into her, the bed shaking with the force of us.

“Fuck, Elias,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling under me.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, my lips at her throat, biting, sucking, marking her as mine. She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust, her moans loud, unhinged, filling the room.

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard, fast, driving her toward the edge.

“You’re gonna come for me,” I growled, my voice rough, my hips relentless. “You’re gonna scream my name, and you’re gonna know who owns you.”

She laughed, wild and breathless, even as her body shook. “You think you own me, Cipher? Prove it.”

I flipped her again, onto her back, never pulling out, my cock still buried deep. Her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging into my ass, urging me harder.

I pinned her wrists again, my body covering hers, my thrusts brutal, punishing, each one a claim. Her breasts bounced with every stroke, her skin flushed, her eyes locked on mine, green and blazing, daring me to push further.

I leaned down, my lips brushing hers, not a kiss but a threat. “You want proof?” I rasped, my voice low, dangerous. “I’ll give you something you’ll never forget.”

I pulled out, ignoring her whimper, and grabbed her hips, flipping her to straddle me as I sat back on my heels.

She was above me now, her pussy hovering over my cock, her eyes wide, a flicker of shock in them that made my demon howl.

I gripped her waist, slamming her down onto me, impaling her in one swift motion.

She screamed, her head falling back, her nails raking my chest, drawing blood. I didn’t care. I wanted her marks, wanted her to see them and know she’d done this to me.

“Ride me,” I ordered, my voice a growl, my hands guiding her hips, hard and fast. She obeyed, her body moving like a dancer’s, fluid and fierce, her pussy clenching around me, her moans a rhythm that drove me to the edge.

I slapped her ass again, harder, the sound sharp, and her eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips—a mix of shock and need that made my cock throb.

“You like that,” I said, my voice dark, my hand soothing the sting before slapping her again, watching her body jolt, her pussy tightening around me. “You like it when I’m rough.”

“Fuck you,” she gasped, but her hips moved faster, her moans louder, her eyes glazed with lust. She was close, trembling, and I wanted to push her further, to shock her, to make her feel me in every nerve.

I leaned forward, my lips at her ear, my voice a whisper. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, Red. Until you can’t think of anything but me.”

I slid a finger to her ass, circling her tight hole, slick with her arousal. Her eyes snapped to mine, wide, a flash of shock that made my demon grin.

“Elias,” she breathed, but there was no fear, only hunger, and I pushed in, slow, deliberate, my finger stretching her as my cock filled her pussy. She moaned, loud and raw, her body shaking, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Too much?” I asked, my voice low, taunting, my finger moving in sync with my thrusts.

“Never,” she snarled, her hips rocking harder, taking me deeper, her defiance a fire that burned us both. I added a second finger, stretching her further, and she screamed, her body convulsing, her orgasm hitting like a tidal wave.

Her pussy clenched around me, her ass tightening around my fingers, and I fucked her through it, relentless, my own release building, hot and unstoppable.

“Say it,” I growled, my voice breaking, my hips slamming into her, my fingers driving her past the edge. “Say you’re mine.”

“Elias,” she gasped, her voice a sob, her body trembling, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m yours.”

The words broke me. I roared, my release tearing through me, filling her, marking her inside and out. I thrust once, twice, riding the wave, my hands gripping her hips, bruising her skin.

She collapsed against me, panting, her forehead against mine, her breath warm and ragged.

We stayed there, tangled, slick with sweat and sex, the room silent except for our breathing.

Her body was soft now, pliant, but her eyes were still fire, still Vivi, even after I’d shocked her, pushed her further than she’d expected.

I liked that—liked how she’d met me at every step, taken everything I gave her and demanded more.

“You’re a fucking menace,” I said, voice hoarse, my hands sliding up her back, tracing the marks I’d left.

She laughed, low and warm, her lips brushing mine. “You love it, Cipher.”

I didn’t answer, didn’t need to.

She was right.

I’d killed for her, chased her, fucked her like the world was ending, and I’d do it again.

I pulled her closer, my lips finding her throat, tasting the salt of her skin. The demon was quiet, sated for now, but it wasn’t gone. It would never be gone, not with her in my life, burning through every wall I’d built.

I rolled us, pinning her beneath me, my body still hungry, my cock already stirring.

“We’re not done,” I said, my voice low, my hands spreading her thighs again. “Not even close.”

Her grin was pure trouble, her eyes gleaming. “Good. I’d hate to think you were getting soft.” She gave my cock a tug to prove it.

I kissed her, hard and deep, and the demon roared, ready to claim her again.

Dominion Hall’s shadows loomed outside, the hacker’s ghosts a distant echo, but none of it mattered.

Vivi was mine, and I’d burn the world to keep her.

The fire was hers, the demon was mine, and together, we were unstoppable.