The Billionaire's Secret Bump-Chapter 21: Unleashed beast

The elevator hung between floors like a suspended breath. Rain pounded the shaft outside, a distant roar that matched the storm building inside the small metal box.

Martin had stepped back.

One deliberate stride. Then another.

Until he was pressed against the opposite mirrored wall, arms crossed so tightly the fabric of his shirt strained across his shoulders. His chest rose and fell too fast. His eyes dark, stormy, almost black locked on Fiona like she was the only thing keeping him from shattering.

Fiona stayed where she was, back flat against her own wall, fingers curled around the handrail so hard her knuckles turned white. Her lips still tingled from the kiss they’d already shared. Her pulse thundered between her thighs.

The silence stretched thick, electric, suffocating.

Martin broke it first.

"Why?" His voice was low, gravel-rough, barely controlled. "Why the fuck did you leave that morning?"

Fiona’s breath snagged in her throat.

The question landed like a fist to the chest.

She opened her mouth. Nothing came out.

Memories flooded her anyway—his mouth between her legs, tongue slow and filthy until she was sobbing his name. The way he’d flipped her over, gripped her hips, slammed into her from behind while the mirrors showed every shudder, every gasp. The way he’d whispered against her ear *you feel so fucking good, baby tight little cunt squeezing me like you never want to let go*. The way she’d come so hard she’d seen stars, then slipped out at dawn like a thief, heart pounding, terrified of what she’d let herself feel.

She’d told herself it was just sex.

Just one night.

Just revenge.

She’d lied.

Martin’s voice dropped lower. "Was I that bad? Did I fuck you so bad you couldn’t stand to look at me when the sun came up?"

The raw hurt in his words sliced her open.

Fiona shook her head frantically. "No. God, no. You were... you were everything."

His jaw clenched. "Then why run?"

She swallowed. "Because I was scared. Because you made me feel too much. Because I didn’t know how to wake up in your arms and not want to stay there forever."

Martin’s arms dropped.

His eyes darkened to something dangerous.

"You left me aching," he said, voice rough. "I woke up hard as fuck, reaching for you, and you were gone. Your taste still on my tongue. Your scent all over my sheets. And nothing else."

Fiona’s knees trembled.

She could still feel him thick, hot, stretching her open, filling her so completely she’d forgotten how to breathe.

"I’m sorry," she whispered.

Martin took one step closer.

The space between them shrank.

"You think sorry fixes that?" he growled. "You think I haven’t spent every fucking night since then imagining dragging you back, bending you over, fucking you until you scream my name and promise never to run again?"

Fiona’s breath hitched.

Her thighs clenched involuntarily.

Martin took another step.

Now he was close enough she could feel the heat rolling off him.

"I’ve jerked off to the memory of your cunt clenching around me," he said, voice dark, filthy. "To the way you moaned when I sucked your clit. To the way your tits bounced when I fucked you from behind. And every time I came, I hated you for making me want you this bad."

Fiona’s eyes fluttered closed.

She was soaked. Aching. Throbbing.

Martin’s hand lifted slow, careful and cupped her jaw.

She opened her eyes.

His thumb dragged across her lower lip, parting it.

"You ruined me," he whispered. "And you didn’t even stay to see what you did."

Fiona couldn’t take it anymore.

The guilt. The want. The ache.

She surged forward.

Grabbed his face with both hands.

And kissed him.

Hard.

Desperate.

Filthy.

Martin groaned into her mouth like he’d been waiting his whole life for it.

His hands slammed around her waist, yanking her flush against him. The kiss turned savage teeth clashing, tongues tangling, wet and messy and perfect. He devoured her, licking into her mouth like he was trying to taste every secret she’d ever kept.

Fiona whimpered.

Her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling hard.

He growled deep, animal against her lips.

His hands roamed.

Slid under her blazer, shoving it off her shoulders. Palmed her breasts through her blouse, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. She arched into him, moaning into his mouth.

"Fuck," he rasped, breaking the kiss just enough to speak against her lips. "These tits. I’ve dreamed about them. About sucking them until you begged me to bite."

He dragged his mouth down her neck hot, open-mouthed kisses, teeth grazing her pulse point.

Fiona’s head fell back against the wall.

"Yes—"

His hand slid lower.

Cupped her through her trousers.

She gasped.

He pressed the heel of his palm against her clit, rubbing slow circles.

"You’re soaked," he growled. "So fucking wet for me. Always were."

She rocked against his hand shameless, desperate.

"Martin "

"Say it again," he ordered, voice wrecked. "Say my name like again..

"Martin," she moaned. "Please"

He kissed her again harder, dirtier tongue fucking her mouth while his hand worked her clit through the fabric. Slow, relentless circles that made her thighs shake.

"You want me to make you come right here?" he whispered against her lips. "Want me to rub this pretty little clit until you soak my hand? Until you’re shaking and crying my name like a good girl?"

Fiona’s hips bucked.

"Yes ohh , yes"

He pressed harder.

Faster.

She was close.

So close.

His mouth moved to her ear.

"I’d fuck you right now if I could," he growled. "Bend you over, spread you wide, slide in slow so you feel every inch stretching that tight cunt. I’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Until you forgot every other man’s name. Until the only thing you could scream was mine."

Fiona shattered.

She came with a broken cry—body jerking, thighs trembling, waves of pleasure crashing through her. Martin’s hand kept moving, drawing it out, milking every shudder until she was gasping against his neck.

He held her through it.

Kissed her temple.

Her cheek.

Her mouth slow, deep, almost tender.

When she finally stilled, he pulled back just enough to look at her.

Eyes dark. Hungry. Soft.

"Don’t leave me again," he whispered.

Fiona’s eyes filled.

She nodded.

"I won’t."

He kissed her once more gentle this time.

Then stepped back.

Adjusted himself with a grimace.

The elevator jolted.

Lights flickered.

It started moving again.

Floor numbers ticked down.

They stood on opposite sides.

Breathing hard.

Clothes rumpled.

Lips swollen.

But the air between them crackled.

Charged.

Changed.

When the doors opened on the ground floor, Fiona stepped out first.