Page 33 of The Hacker (Dominion Hall #5)

ELIAS

T he quiet of Dominion Hall wrapped around us, a stark contrast to the chaos of the past days.

Maureen was settled in her new suite at the memory care facility, her room a haven of soft blues and greens, her first night marked by a rare, fleeting smile as Vivi sang to her.

Emmaline had taken the guest room, her overnight bag unpacked, her resolve to stay until her mother adjusted a quiet strength that mirrored Vivi’s.

We were alone, the marble halls silent, the harbor’s lights flickering through the windows like a promise.

Vivi walked beside me, her cream sweater slipping off one shoulder, her black leggings hugging curves that drove me to distraction.

Her curls were loose, framing a face still raw from grief but alight with something new—resolve, trust, a hunger that matched mine.

I stopped at the suite’s door, turning to her, my voice low, rough with need. “I want you, Vivi. Right now.”

Her green eyes locked on mine, blazing with a desire so fierce it stole my breath. “You think I don’t want you just as bad?” she said, her lips curving into a wicked grin that promised chaos.

She stepped closer, her body brushing mine, heat radiating through the thin fabric of her sweater.

My cock hardened, adrenaline surging, and I knew we wouldn’t make it far before we tore into each other.

We stumbled into the suite, the door slamming shut as I pushed her against it, my hands fisting her sweater, yanking it over her head.

Her breasts bounced free, no bra, nipples tight and pink, begging for my mouth.

I growled, ripping her leggings down, the fabric shredding under my fingers, exposing her black thong, already soaked.

She kicked the leggings off, her nails clawing my shirt, buttons popping as she tore it open, her hands raking my chest, leaving red welts that stung with delicious fire.

“Fuck me, Elias,” she gasped, her voice raw, her legs wrapping around my waist as I lifted her, pinning her to the door.

Her pussy pressed against my cock through my slacks, the friction maddening, her hips grinding with a desperation that matched mine.

I was fascinated by her body—every curve, every scar, the way her thighs flexed, the sweat beading on her collarbone. She was a storm, wild and untamed, and I wanted to drown in her.

I bit her neck, hard, tasting salt and skin, her moan vibrating against my lips. My hands gripped her ass, bruising, spreading her cheeks as I ground into her, the thong a flimsy barrier.

She clawed my shoulders, her teeth sinking into my earlobe, a sharp sting that made my cock throb.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice a snarl, her eyes wild, daring me to break her.

I carried her to the bed, tossing her onto the black sheets, her body bouncing, legs spread, pussy glistening through the thong.

I stripped my slacks, cock springing free, thick and pulsing as I watched her.

She propped on her elbows, beautiful breasts heaving, her grin feral. “You gonna stare or fuck me?” she taunted, sliding the thong aside, fingers circling her clit, slick and swollen, a sight that drove me feral.

I lunged, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, my other tearing the thong off, the fabric snapping.

Her pussy was bare, pink, and dripping, and I didn’t wait, thrusting my cock into her in one brutal stroke, filling her to the hilt.

She screamed, body arching, walls clenching tight, a vice that made my vision blur. I didn’t hold back, fucking her hard, hips slamming, the bedframe rattling, each thrust a claim, a vow.

Her moans were loud, unhinged, filling the room, her nails digging into my forearms, drawing more blood.

“Deeper,” she growled, legs locking around me, heels digging into my ass, urging me on.

I released her wrists, gripping her hips, lifting her to meet each thrust, my cock hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. Her breasts bounced, sweat slicking her skin, and I leaned down, sucking a nipple, biting hard enough to make her gasp, her pussy pulsing around me.

She was a vision—wild, raw, every inch of her body a map I wanted to memorize.

I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her ass up, spreading her cheeks to see her pussy, red and swollen, my come already mixing with her arousal. I slapped her ass, the sound wet, her skin blooming red, her moan a mix of shock and need.

“Again,” she begged, pushing back, and I gave it, another slap, then another, her pussy clenching with each hit.

I thrust in, deeper, my hands bruising her hips, fucking her like the world was ending, adrenaline pumping, our bodies a collision of need and fury.

“Elias!” she screamed, her voice breaking, her body trembling as I reached around, fingers pinching her clit, rolling it hard, driving her over the edge.

Her orgasm hit, pussy milking me, body convulsing, her scream tearing through the room. I roared, my release exploding, filling her, hot and endless, marking her inside and out.

But we weren’t done. She spun, straddling me, her pussy still dripping, taking me deep again, riding me with a ferocity that stole my breath.

Her nails carved into my chest, welts rising, her hips slamming down, each thrust a jolt of pleasure-pain.

I gripped her thighs, bruising, fascinated by the way her muscles flexed, her skin flushed, her eyes locked on mine, green and blazing.

She leaned down, biting my lip, drawing blood, her tongue licking it away, a primal act that made my cock throb inside her.

“You’re mine,” she snarled, her voice raw, her pussy clenching, another orgasm building. She slid up and down proving her ownership.

I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, hooking them over my shoulders, thrusting deep, my cock hitting her core.

Her pussy was swollen, sensitive, and she whimpered, oversensitive but craving more.

I fucked her slow now, deliberate, each thrust a conversation, her moans soft, desperate. My fingers found her clit, circling, stroking, driving her to the edge again.

She came, a shuddering wave, her pussy pulsing, her breath hitching, and I followed, my release spilling into her, a slow burn that left me raw, hers.

We collapsed, panting, slick with sweat and come, the air thick with sex and adrenaline.

Vivi lay beside me, her body soft, sated, her breathing ragged but steady.

I traced her hip, fascinated still by the curve of her, the marks I’d left, the way she glowed even now. She turned, her eyes meeting mine, a lazy grin spreading.

“Fuck, Elias,” she murmured, voice hoarse. “That was …”

“Yeah,” I said, my own voice rough, a smile tugging at my lips. “You’re incredible.”

She laughed, low and warm, her hand resting on my chest. I pulled her closer, contentment settling in, but I had one more thing to say.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” I said, voice soft, my fingers brushing her cheek.

Her grin turned wicked, her hand sliding down, wrapping around my softening cock, giving it a playful tug.

“This the surprise?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

I chuckled, catching her wrist, kissing her palm.

“Not that. How about an overnight flight? Just us, somewhere exciting. Tomorrow night.”

Her eyes widened, genuine excitement flaring.

“Hell yes,” she said, her voice bright. Then she tugged my cock again, smirking. “As long as I can bring this along for the ride.”

I laughed, pulling her into a kiss, deep and slow, the promise of tomorrow burning between us.

Jessa’s death, Department 77’s threat, the viral images—they’d wait.

Tonight, we’d won, and Vivi was mine, body and soul, ready for whatever came next.