Chapter 521: Chapter 521

I shifted my grip, moving one hand from her breast to the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair to pull her head back. I wanted to see her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted as she fought for air. I began to fuck her with a relentless, predatory focus, each strike bottoming out with a wet, heavy slap.

The "Villain" in me loved the sight of her like this—broken down, stripped of her corporate armor, and reduced to nothing but sensation. I reached down between her legs, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing with a frantic, buzzing pressure that made her knees tremble.

"Is this what the ’old man’ is supposed to do?" I teased, my breath hot against her ear. "Am I still a hassle, Jasmine?"

"Shut up!" she sobbed, her hips hitching back to meet me, her movements becoming uncoordinated and wild. "Just... keep going. Don’t stop. Please, Evan, don’t stop."

I didn’t. I doubled down on the intensity, my muscles coiling and snapping with every thrust. The sheer silk of her nightgown was caught between our bodies, acting as a thin, friction-filled barrier that only made the sensation more electric. I could feel the tension in her legs reaching a breaking point, her calves tightening as she tried to stay upright.

"You’re so close," I muttered, my teeth grazing the cord of her neck. "I can feel you twitching around me."

"I am... I’m right there... it’s too much!"

She was right. The combination of the height, the cold air, and the friction was pushing her over the edge. I slipped my hand from her hair and moved it back to her hip, pulling her back against me so hard there wasn’t a millimeter of space left between us. I began a fast, shallow vibration at the very entrance of her pussy, my thumb working her clit in a frantic blur.

Jasmine’s head snapped back against my shoulder. Her fingers clawed at the glass, leaving long, frantic streaks in the condensation.

"Evan! Now! Please!"

She shattered.

It started as a long, high-pitched wail that seemed to carry out into the night. Her entire body went into a rigid, vibrating lockdown. I felt her internal walls collapse inward, squeezing me with a rhythmic, crushing force that felt like it was trying to draw the very life out of me. She shook with a raw, primal intensity, her forehead thumping against the glass as the orgasm tore through her.

"That’s it, Jas... give it all to me," I urged, continuing to move inside her even as she peaked, wanting to prolong the sensation for her as much as possible.

She rode the wave for what felt like minutes, her breath coming in jagged, broken sobs. Her knees finally gave out, and if I hadn’t been holding her waist so tightly, she would have slumped to the floor. She was a spent, trembling mess, her skin glowing in the moonlight, her crimson gown now a ruined afterthought.

I slowed down, my thrusts becoming long and lingering until I finally came to a halt. I stayed buried deep within her, my chest heaving against her back as we both looked out at the city. The silence of the night settled over the balcony again, broken only by our wrecked breathing.

Jasmine slumped forward, her forehead resting against the cool glass. She looked completely drained, her eyes half-closed as she watched the flickering lights below.

"Wow," she whispered, her voice a mere ghost of itself. "I think... I think I forgot my own name for a second."

I let out a soft, satisfied chuckle and kissed the top of her head. "Mission accomplished, then."

I slowly pulled out of her, the sound a wet, heavy pop in the quiet air. Jasmine let out a small whimper at the loss of the heat, her legs still shaking as she tried to stand straight. I reached down and picked up my t-shirt, handing it to her.

She took the shirt with a weak hand, offering me a look of pure, exhausted adoration. "You’re a monster, Evan Marlowe. A total monster."

"And you’re the one who came out here for bananas," I reminded her with a smirk.

I watched her pull the oversized shirt over her head, her movements slow and heavy. I was still throbbing, the blue-ball ache starting to settle back in, but seeing her so thoroughly wrecked was a reward of its own.

"Come on," I said, putting my arm around her shoulder and guiding her back toward the sliding door. "Let’s get inside before we both freeze to death."

Jasmine leaned into me, her head resting on my chest. "I’m going to have to report you to the board for being a superhuman freak."

I laughed, the sound echoing off the penthouse walls as we stepped back into the warmth of the living room, leaving the city and the cold glass behind us. "Well, I’m fired, remember? So good luck with that."

"Oh... right."

The sliding glass door clicked shut, sealing out the freezing bite of the night, but the heat between us didn’t dissipate. If anything, the transition from the sterile, cold balcony to the warm, dim luxury of the living room made the blood in my veins feel like molten lead. Jasmine was still shivering, her breath hitching in small, rhythmic gasps, but her eyes were wide and dark with a hunger that hadn’t been sated by her climax on the glass.

I didn’t let her get as far as the bedroom. I steered her toward the massive, L-shaped velvet couch that dominated the center of the room.

"On your back, Jas," I commanded, my voice a low growl that vibrated in the quiet apartment.

She didn’t argue. She collapsed onto the cushions, her crimson silk nightgown hiked up to her waist, the fabric damp and ruined. She looked up at me, her hair spread out like a dark halo against the fabric, and then she reached down. She grabbed her own ankles, pulling her knees toward her chest and then spreading her legs wide to the sides, exposing every inch of her soaking heat to the dim light of the penthouse.

It was an invitation that didn’t need words. I stepped between her thighs, my shadow stretching long across the rug. I looked down at her, the way her chest heaved, the way her internal muscles were still twitching from the balcony... fuck. She was so hot. I lined myself up and drove home in one heavy push.

Jasmine let out a choked cry, her fingers digging into her own ankles to hold the position as I began to work her. Every time I thrust forward, her legs swayed with the momentum, her heels hovering near her ears.

Creak. Thud. Creak.