Chapter 30
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"I have emails," Hannah whispered, lips brushing Atlas's. "Aaron's private server. Proof he bribed officials for the land deals. Dates, amounts, bank transfers."
Atlas's hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Access?"
"His study safe. Combination's his birthday backward." Her chest heaved. "But Westfield... Aaron handles that. I only hear late-night calls that are usually tense. Mostly something about stock dumps."
"Whispers aren't enough." Atlas's fingers dug into her hip, voice low thunder. "Give me something solid. Or prove your loyalty another way."
Hannah's breath hitched, eyes darkening as his thumb traced her collarbone. Heat pooled between her thighs, traitorous want surging despite the chill. "I can get the emails. Tonight. But you... Atlas, please."
He spun her against the stone bench, back to the roses. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue invading, claiming. She moaned into him, hands fisting his shirt, yanking it open. Buttons scattered on gravel.
"f**k, I've missed this mouth," he growled, biting her lower lip. "Suck my tongue like you did my cock."
She obeyed, latching on, swirling around his intrusion. Her nails raked his chest, drawing red lines. "Harder. Punish me for what I did."
Atlas ripped her blouse apart, exposing lace bra. He shoved it down, n*****s hardening in the air. Pinched one, twisted. "Beg for it. Tell me how wet you are."
"I'm soaking. Dripping down my thighs." Hannah ground against his leg, skirt hiking up. "Feel it. I've been yours since you walked back in."
His hand plunged under her skirt, fingers finding her bare p***y. No panties. Her slick p***y parted easy. "Slut. No underwear?"
"For you." She gasped as he shoved two fingers inside, curling against her wall. "Knew you'd come for me. f**k, right there."
Atlas pumped hard, thumb circling her clit. Juices coated his hand, squelching loud in the quiet morning. "c*m on my fingers. Show me you're mine again."
Hannah bucked, as her walls clenched his fingers. "Yes, Atlas! Deeper, ah!" o****m hit, gushing over his palm. She bit his shoulder, muffling screams.
He yanked his fingers free, slick with her release. Smoothed them across her lips. "Taste yourself. Lick them clean."
She sucked greedily, eyes locked on his. "I want your c**k right now."
Atlas unzipped and his c**k sprung free. It was thick and veined. Pre c*m beaded at his tip. "On your knees. Suck it like the w***e who betrayed me."
Hannah dropped, gravel biting her skin. She gripped the base, tongue flat against the underside, licking from balls to head. "Big as I remember. Gonna choke me?"
"Damn right." He fisted her hair, thrusting forward. c**k hit her throat, bulging it. She gagged as tears spilled, but she sucked her cheeks, taking him deeper.
"Gluck-gluck." Spit bubbled, dripping from her chin to her round t**s. "f**k my face, Atlas. Use it."
He did.
"That's it. Take every inch. Remember how you kissed him after laughing at me?"
Hannah moaned around him, and then pulled off gasping. "Hated myself every time. Should I suck harder?" She dove back, her nose to his pubes as her throat convulsed.
Atlas groaned, pulling out. Strings of saliva connected them. "Bend over the bench. Spread your ass."
She scrambled up and flipped her skirt. She parted her ass cheeks and her p***y glistened and her asshole throbbed. "Which hole first?."
"Pussy." He lined up and immediately slammed in balls-deep. Wet heat gripped him like a vice. "Tight. Still my slut?"
"Yours! f**k, stretch me!" Hannah pushed back as her ass jiggled. "Harder than Aaron ever could."
Atlas pounded, skin slapping skin. Each thrust jolted her forward, t**s swinging free. "Say it. Who owns this cunt?"
"You! Atlas owns it!" She reached back, spreading wider. "Deeper, hit my cervix."
He obliged. Shifting his angle, he rammed into her p***y. Juices squirted with every withdraw, soaking his balls. "c*m again. Milk my cock."
"Can't, too soon, oh f**k!" c****x ripped through her as her p***y squirted onto the bench. "Yes, drown in it!"
Atlas didn't stop, instead he pulled out, and his c**k gleamed. "Ass now. Lube's your cum."
"Take it." Hannah wiggled, hole clenching invitingly. "Own every part of it."
He pressed in, head popping past the ring. Inch by inch, buried to hilt. "Tight as day one. Beg your master for more bitch."
"f**k my ass! Destroy it!" She rocked back, meeting his thrusts. "It feels so dirty to have your c**k in my asshole."
Atlas gripped her hips, railing hard. The bench creaked under them. "I'm gonna fill it. I'm gonna breed your guts."
"Do it. c*m in my ass!" Hannah fingered her p***y as another o****m crashed "I'm cumming, ughh!"
She shattered as her body convulsed. Her asshole vibrated around his thick cock..Atlas roared as his balls tightened. Hot spurts of thick c*m flooded her and the overflow leaked out, mixing with p***y cream.
He pulled free with a pop, c*m dribbling down her thighs. Hannah spun, dropping to knees again. She licked him clean, her tongue scooping the c*m. "Tastes like us. Earned your loyalty?"
"Not yet." Atlas hauled her up. "Bend over again. Round two."
She complied, ass up. "Promise you'll f**k me after the wedding too? Ruin his life while you own mine?"
Atlas thrust back into her p***y, hard. "If you deliver those emails, yes. Betray him like he betrayed me."
"Deal. Now f**k me senseless." Hannah clenched around him, milking. "Make me scream your name."
He relentlessly pounded her. "Atlas! Yes, deeper!"
Cum soon built up again. Atlas asked as his c**k swelled. "Where do you want it this time?"
"Face. Mark me as yours."
He withdrew, spun her and stroked fast. Ropes of c*m soon erupted across her cheeks, lips, and eyes. She opened her mouth wide, catching some and then instantly swallowed. "Hot and sticky mmmm."
Atlas smeared it in, fingers in her mouth. "Clean up. Aaron's waiting."
She licked his c*m "What if I tell him everything and end it now?"
"Don't." He zipped up, watching her stand on shaky legs. "Not until I say. Or Westfield wins."
Hannah wiped the c*m from her face. Her skirt was ruined. "Then what's next? You trust me now?"
Atlas's smile turned cold. "Trust is earned. Deliver the emails by tonight."
She nodded, straightening clothes. "I will. But one more thing, Anola knows too. She's in deeper with Westfield than you think."
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