2: All Night Ruination
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The elevator rose in silence as the city lights sliding past the glass walls like falling stars. Raze’s hand rested at the small of Lila’s back warm and steady, but unmistakably possessive. She kept expecting the spell to break. Yet neither did it, but If anything, she felt more alive than she had in years.
When the doors opened directly into the penthouse, the sheer scale of it hit her. Expansive windows framed the glittering metropolis. The interior was all dark wood, black leather and deliberate minimalism, Expensive but in a Controlled manner. The kind of space that revealed almost nothing about the man who owned it.
Raze watched her absorb it. “You can still leave,” he said. “Say the word.”
Lila met his eyes, then stepped forward and kissed him first. For a few seconds he let her lead. Then the shift happened — that quiet moment when his control took over. He backed her toward the windows, peeling her dress away until she stood naked against the cold glass.
The height made her stomach flip. Thousands of lights sparkled below like distant witnesses.
Raze knelt and spread her thighs. His mouth was unhurried, almost reverent, learning exactly how she liked to be tasted. When she came the first time, it crashed through her so hard her knees buckled against the glass.
He turned her around, pressing her breasts to the cool surface.
“Hands stay on the glass,” he murmured.
He entered her from behind, deep and steady. Each thrust pushed her harder against the window. His fingers worked her c**t with terrifying precision. She came again, fogging the glass, her moan echoing softly in the vast space.
Afterward, he carried her to the bedroom and laid her down. For a moment he simply looked at her, something unreadable flickering across his face.
“You’re dangerous,” he said quietly. It didn’t sound like a compliment.
Lila smiled, still breathless. “You have no idea.”
She pushed up onto her knees and took him into her mouth. When she gagged, he eased back immediately, stroking her hair with surprising gentleness.
“Breathe,” he told her. “I’ve got you.”
That tenderness cracked something open inside her chest. She took him deeper on purpose, wanting the loss of control. Wanting to give it to him.
Later, he put her on all fours. His palm cracked sharply against her ass. The sting surprised a moan out of her.
“Harder,” she whispered.
Raze paused. “Careful what you ask for.”
She looked back at him. “For now.”
His eyes darkened. The next spank was harder. He f****d her like that, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks. She came violently, soaking the sheets.
When he flipped her onto her back and sank into her again, his hand wrapped around her throat — not choking, just holding her pulse. His control had slipped. His thrusts were deeper, almost punishing.
“I don’t share what’s mine,” he said, voice rough. “And I don’t let go easily.”
Lila felt the warning in his words, but the intensity only pulled her under faster. She came again, clenching around him until he followed with a low groan, spilling deep inside her.
They moved to the shower after that. Under the hot spray, he took her more slowly, almost tenderly, but his grip on her wrists stayed iron-tight. He didn’t speak much. She caught him glancing toward the bedroom once, where both their phones kept lighting up on the nightstand.
By the time they returned to bed, the sky was beginning to lighten. Lila lay sprawled across his chest, sore and exhausted, but her mind was strangely quiet. No looping thoughts about work deadlines, her mother’s disapproval, or Marcus’s guilt trips. Just stillness.
Raze traced slow circles on her back. His phone vibrated again. This time he reached over, checked the screen, and his jaw tightened.
“Everything okay?” she asked softly.
He set the phone down harder than necessary. “It will be.” The possessiveness in his voice had an edge now. “You’re not going back to any of that. Not Marcus. Not your family’s expectations. None of it.”
Lila should have felt alarmed by how quickly he was drawing lines around her life. Instead she pressed closer, chasing the dangerous peace he offered.
But as sleep finally pulled her under, one uneasy thought refused to fade:
Raze hadn’t been surprised by those messages in the car.
And the way he held her now tight, almost too tight — felt less like aftercare…
…and more like a man who was already terrified she might disappear.
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