Chapter 514: Chapter 514

The metallic click of the stall door locking back into place was the only signal I needed. I didn’t wait for a witty remark or a slow build-up. I stood up from the toilet lid, my space suddenly feeling half its size with Tessa’s proximity. She smelled like expensive perfume and the high-pressure energy of the executive floor, a scent that only made the "Villain" in my blood hum louder.

I didn’t say a word. I reached out, my hands finding her waist and spinning her around. Tessa let out a small, surprised "oh!" as I pressed her chest against the cold tile of the wall, right above the toilet.

"Evan—" she started, but the protest died in her throat as I hiked her sleek pencil skirt up to her hips.

Her black stockings were held up by lace garters, a detail that made my pulse spike. I didn’t bother taking her panties off; I just hooked my fingers into the edge of the silk and slid them firmly to the left, exposing her. She was already damp, a glistening heat that radiated against the chilly air of the second-floor restroom. I knelt on the floor, the cold tile biting into my knees, and buried my face between her thighs.

The moment my tongue made contact, the world blurred.

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- Critical Success: Tessa

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It was like an electric shock went through both of us. My tongue found her clit with the precision of a fucking heat-seeking missile, and the system roared in the back of my mind. Tessa’s entire body went rigid. Her fingers, which had been trying to find a grip on the grout of the wall, suddenly clawed at the tiles, her nails screeching against the ceramic.

"Oh! Oh god—Evan! Wait—"

She didn’t get to finish the sentence. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, far faster and more violent than anything she’d expected. Her internal muscles began to pulse frantically, and she let out a long, high-pitched wail that echoed off the stalls, her knees buckling so hard I had to wrap my arms around her legs to keep her from collapsing onto the floor. She shook with a raw, primal intensity, her breath coming in ragged, broken sobs as the "Critical Success" forced every nerve ending to fire at once.

I pulled back after a few seconds, breathing hard, my face wet with her. I stood up, adjusting my weight as I looked down at her trembling frame.

"Wow," I panted, a smug smirk tugging at my lips. "I thought you were here to please me, Tess. You didn’t even last a minute."

Tessa turned her head back, her face flushed a deep, frantic crimson, her hair messy and falling over her eyes. She looked completely wrecked, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure.

"Oh, shut up... shut up and fuck me, you animal," she rasped, her voice thick with need.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I stepped up behind her, my hands gripping her hips with a possessive, heavy force. I lined myself up with her soaking entrance and drove home in one deep, relentless surge. The sensation was incredible—the friction of her stockings against my thighs and the tight, pulsing heat of her afterglow wrapping around my cock like a vice.

"Fuck, Tessa... you’re so hot," I growled, my voice dropping into that dark, gravelly register.

I began to fuck her with a steady, punishing rhythm. Every time my hips slammed into her, her forehead thumped against the wall, a rhythmic thud-thud-thud that played over the sound of our heavy breathing. Tessa wasn’t just taking it; she was leaning back into the impact, her hand reaching back to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer so she could catch my lips in a messy, desperate kiss over her shoulder.

"More... give me more," she whispered against my mouth, her eyes glazed and dark.

I increased the pace, my movements turning into a blur of friction and heat. I was deep in the zone, the Villain tag finally feeling like it was earning its keep. The taboo of the setting, the scent of her climax, and the way she was shaking under my touch—it was a perfect storm. I was seconds away from hitting my own peak, my muscles coiling for that final explosion.

Then, my phone started screaming in my pocket.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I tried to ignore it, burying my face in the crook of Tessa’s neck and driving into her even harder, but the persistent vibration was a mood-killer. I snarled under my breath, reaching into my pocket and pulling the device out without breaking my rhythm. It was the front desk. Security.

"Yeah?" I barked, hitting the speaker mode and tossing the phone onto the flat top of the toilet tank.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Marlowe," the man’s voice came through, sounding strained and professional. "But that guy is here again. The one from the incident earlier. He’s making a scene in the lobby, claiming he’s ’the father’ of someone on the staff and demanding to be let up."

I froze, my cock still buried deep inside Tessa. My jaw tightened so hard I thought my teeth might crack. Eleanor’s father. Or whatever that crazy bastard called himself.

"Fuck!" I hissed, the word a jagged explosion of breath. "Dammit!"

"Mr. Marlowe? Are you there?"

"Yeah, I’m here," I said, my eyes narrowing as I looked at the back of Tessa’s head. "Okay, hold him there. Don’t let him past the elevators. I’m coming downstairs right now."

"Understood, sir."

The line went dead with a click. I stayed still for a heartbeat, the frustration boiling in my gut. I looked down at Tessa, who had gone quiet, her shoulders slumped in a mix of exhaustion and annoyance. With a final, angry grunt, I gave her one more deep, punishing thrust—the kind that bottomed out and made her let out a sharp gasp—but I didn’t cum. I couldn’t. I had to go.

I pulled out of her with a wet, heavy sound, the sudden loss of heat making the air feel freezing.

"Who is that guy?" Tessa asked, her voice shaky as she reached back to pull her skirt down and straighten her blouse.

"A crazy bastard," I muttered, my fingers fumbling with my belt as I buckled my pants. "He’s a goddamn parasite, and he’s giving me blue balls. I fucking hate him already."