(LANCE)
The basement stairwell was collapsing behind us as we sprinted for the private executive elevator. I slammed Eliona inside the moment the doors opened, hit the button for the sub-basement garage, and pinned her against the mirrored wall.
No words this time.
I ripped her leather cut open, shoved her skirt up, and drove my c**k straight into her still-dripping p***y in one savage thrust. The elevator lurched downward as I f****d her hard and fast, her back sliding up the mirror with every brutal stroke.
“Quickie in the elevator,” I growled against her neck, biting down hard. “Because that’s all the time we have left before the whole f*****g tower comes down.”
Eliona moaned loudly, legs locked around my waist, nails raking down my cut as I railed her mercilessly. The mirrored wal
