The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Twenty

Life was beginning to fall into a pattern. Days blurred into weeks. Mornings almost felt like they used to, waking up alone, grabbing a quick breakfast from the corner shop and catching up on sports highlights. No matter what else was going on, the Top Ten was sacred.

Except now Lana was around more often than not. Her armor was becoming increasingly scratched and dented and sometimes he noticed her limping, but she assured him she would heal quickly. That reminder would trigger something. A fond memory of the night before. Gradually, over the course of the day, it would turn into more. He was met with coy smiles and second glances everywhere he went.

The blonde at the corner shop recognized him by now and started asking if he needed help with anything, or if he lived around here. He was barely able to pay attention in class, instead studying the freckles on the red head in Psychology and wondering how much of her body they covered. Or the heart-tattoo on the blonde’s lower back in Marketing Research, and how it seemed to twinkle at him. Or the girl in Consumer Behavior that liked to wear crop tops. She introduced herself at one point, asking if he wanted to study together sometime, but he couldn’t remember her name.

Going out was even worse. The weather was nice, which meant sundress season was in full swing. With all the skin showing, and the breeze making them flutter around long legs, it was hard to think of anything else.

By the time the afternoon would roll around and classes were coming to an end, he would find himself texting Allie or Meredith. Sometimes he initiated, sometimes they did, but it always ended the same way. He would meet up with one, or both, of them, separately of course, almost every day. With Meredith they would go out first to see a movie or try a new restaurant before ending up in bed. With Allie they went straight to bed.

The girls hardly ever spent the night, citing early class or work or something else, which was fine with Mike. He preferred to wake up alone anyway. His mornings were becoming grounding points, a way to mark the passage of time and normalize what was decidedly not normal.

It also gave him a chance to practice with Lana. Every night they followed the same routine. Lana would strip off her armor and let her hair down, the only time he ever saw her without her trademark braid. They would sit on the couch facing each other. She would help him focus on his breathing, and together they worked on opening his mind and freeing her from the bond.

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He thought he was open minded, but this was too much.

“This is a bad idea,” Mike said.

Allie smirked. “You know you want to.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to. Just that it’s a bad idea.”

He triple-checked the bathroom door. It had one of those round locks built-in that never lined up right, and it took a few tries before it slid home. He pushed it again. The frame wobbled, but held. When he turned back, Allie was unbuttoning her shorts.

“Don’t be such a pussy.”

Mike hated when she talked like that. And loved it. He growled, “Lose the shirt.”

“Come on just fuck me.”

With all the hard surfaces, her voice echoed.

“Shhh,” Mike hissed.

Allie rolled her eyes. “It’s fine. Nobody can hear us. Stop being a little bitch.”

His growl deepened. “Lose. The. Shirt.”

She took a sharp breath, eyes focused on his lips before flicking up to his face. Then she peeled her tank top off in that way that drove men crazy, and offered it to him with a smirk. He hung it on the back of the door.

“Happy?”

Allie was now in a black bra, matching panties, and sneakers. She stood with her hands on her hips and looked annoyed at his little victory, while Mike crossed his arms and drank her in. Memories from high school came back to him.

She’d always been smoking hot, with a dark, sultry look and a sinful body she liked to show off. But she was never part of the popular crowd. Or any crowd. The cheerleaders didn’t like her because their boyfriends stared when she was around. The geeks were afraid of her. The theater and band kids quickly learned to stay out of her way. But they all secretly wanted her to join their crew. Or to be her. Or to be with her.

It must have been intoxicating to have what everyone else wanted, to dangle it like a carrot while they danced to her tune. Like a one-percenter with an entourage relying on their money, or a politician withholding favors. Being that attractive was its own form of power.

So Mike stared. He liked pushing her patience as far as it would go. He loved when it finally broke.

Allie rolled her eyes and said, “Having fun?” Dark pleasure washed over him. Having power over the powerful was intoxicating on another level. Thunder rumbled in the back of his mind. Storm clouds were on the horizon that would soon blot out the sun.

Mike held a finger up and twirled it. When Allie realized what he wanted, her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. After a brief stalemate, she broke first, and began to turn. Halfway through the spin, he growled, “Stop.”

He approached slowly, letting her simmer in anticipation, wondering what he would do next. She flinched when he finally touched her shoulders. He massaged and kneaded, working out the tension, wanting her to feel good as much as he simply wanted her skin under his hands.

“Fuck,” she breathed, leaning into it. “That’s, mmm, great.”

When she was nice and loose, he moved lower. Her bra came off, and he hung it on the door next to the tank top. His mouth replaced his hands on her shoulders, trailing light kisses from ear to neck. At the same time, his torso pressed against her back, a reminder that he was more than just hands and a mouth.

“God damn,” she groaned, tilting her head to the side to give him better access.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his mouth right next to her ear. Then his hands found her hips. He pulled her ass into his groin.

“Holy fuck you’re hard,” she gasped, arching her back and increasing the pressure.

The thunderstorm was approaching. A shadow fell over Mike’s thoughts, casting it in fog like the scent of her sex clouding the air, and he struggled to control himself. He reached up along her tight belly to cup her breasts. Gentle kisses became sloppy. Encouraging words turned into heavy breathing. Allie put her hands on the wall and pushed back, deepening the pressure on his groin. He groaned in response and mauled her tits.

He wanted more, needed more, and spun her around. They kissed, hard and deep, while she reached for his pants. Then his cock was free and he was mindlessly grinding against whatever bare skin he could find.

Allie looked even more desperate than he felt. Her eyes were heavy and her breath quick. She gripped his length and lifted a leg to his hip. He picked her up by the ass and pushed her against the wall, thrusting into her hand while she tried to line him up. When his tip found wet, silky heat, he pushed.

God, she felt good. Heavy breasts mashed into his chest. Her perfect ass filled his palms. Her tight, wet pussy stretched around his cock. He slid out slowly, reveling in the feeling of her tight walls dragging along his shaft. He pushed in again, just as slowly, savoring every millimeter.

“Come onnn,” Allie whined. “Just fuck me already.”

The need in her voice made him shudder. He had the power to control, to dominate, to make the rules and know they would be obeyed. Mike held still, leaving his tip against her soaked entrance, and whispered, “Beg for it.”

Allie’s breath hitched. Her hips bucked. Her pussy clenched around his tip. “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”

He didn’t say a word, but his throbbing cock made her gasp.

“Fine. Fuck. Whatever. Will you please fuck me?” She sounded more annoyed than desperate, which wasn’t quite what he was going for. But she obeyed.

Making Allie beg was the headiest feeling in the world. If that was what it felt like to do hard drugs, he understood the appeal. He rewarded her with a single hard thrust that bounced her tits. Then he pulled out and waited again.

She groaned in frustration at being given just a taste of what she craved, like a dog whining for table scraps. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Come on. I fucking said it.”

“Your heart wasn’t in it. I don’t think you even want it.” He pulled out further, breaking the connection completely. As badly as he wanted to pin her against the wall and pound her until he lost control, this would make it so much sweeter.

Allie let out a frustrated whimper and threw her weight down, trying to impale herself again, but he tracked her movement and held back.

“Jesus, fuck, fine.” Then her voice changed from a spoiled pout to a sultry purr. “Please, baby. You know I need it.” It dripped with desire. “I need it so bad. Nobody else can make me feel this way.” Mike was distracted by her words and voice and didn’t notice her hips shifting. “I’ll do anything for it, for your perfect, beautiful cock.” She was kissing him then between breaths, soft and sensual on his lips. “Make me yours. Take me. Own me.”

Her words fed his ego. He wanted Allie to acknowledge that he held the power, and if she wanted something she had to earn it. He didn’t even realize he was thrusting until he bottomed out in her pussy.

“Oooh fuck, yes, there you are. That’s what I need.” He began fucking her to a steady rhythm. “That’s it baby. Do what you want. Do what you need.” He picked up the pace, making her body tremble with each impact, but was still mesmerized by her voice.

“Mmh, oooh fuck.” She licked the side of his neck, long and slow. “I’m helpless here, you know. You can do anything, oh, you want to me and, fuck, I can’t do a thing about it.” She nipped at his ear. “Give it to me, unh, give it to your slut.” He fucked her until she couldn’t form sentences anymore. Her voice turned into a desperate whimper, and she gave up the seductive act in favor of full-throated need. “Pound me baby, use me, just fucking, oh, god, fuck me.”

That set him off. He started nailing her to the wall. The clapping of their hips mingled with strangled moans. Hearing her beg spurred him to a ruthless pace. “Yes,” she moaned into his ear. “Just like that. Don’t stop now, Mike.” He felt it too, the first burn of building pressure.

They were interrupted by the creak of a door opening. Then footsteps. The clattering echo of shoes. Mike froze. Allie whimpered in frustration and tried to do it herself, humping and grinding down onto his cock until he held her still with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. But he was still buried to the hilt, and he couldn’t keep himself from throbbing. Her muffled cry was hot on his palm. She tried to grind again, but it was no use.

They’d checked under each stall when they came in to make sure the bathroom was empty. And now, just as they were on the edge, someone entered the stall next to theirs. Fucking in the bathroom while Econ was going on would definitely top the list of most exciting places he’d had sex. He thought of Meredith, and whether he should tell her, just to see if it would make her want to top it.

He twitched deep inside Allie, and she froze. There it was again, that rush of heady power. He could almost taste it, like a storm on the breeze. The sun was gone. All he could feel was black clouds hanging over his mind. He shifted his hips and gave a little push. Allie eyed him while she breathed through her nose. He leaned forward to whisper one word in her ear. “Beg.”

Her eyes widened and her nose flared. Mike slowly pulled his hand from her mouth, which was open and panting, and she stared at him hard enough to drill holes. Would she do it?

“Beg,” he whispered again, careful not to be overheard, timed with a single hard thrust that made her tits bounce. “Or else we’re stopping right now.”

Her face was wild, hair messy, eyes flicking from side to side, caramel skin flushing, chest heaving with each breath. He pushed again and she let out a little whimper.

“Please,” she whispered in his ear, and he rewarded her with another thrust, hard and deep. “Oh please,” she repeated, louder this time. Another hard thrust.

The little sounds from the stall next door fell silent.

“Oh my god please,” Allie was getting louder and Mike resumed his thrusting, sawing into her with steady, even strokes. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, give it to me.”

A woman’s voice spoke from next door. “Are you kidding me? That’s disgusting.”

Mike picked up the pace until their hips were clapping again.

“Jesus christ can’t you wait like two seconds?”

Something broke in Allie. She let loose, inhibitions forgotten in the grip of pleasure. She started taunting the woman in the next stall. “If you, unh, fuck, knew what this big beautiful dick felt like you wouldn’t, oh, hold back either!” By the end she was practically yelling. “Holy fucking fuck. You, mhm, should try it some time. You can borrow him if you want.”

“You’re crazy. I’m telling someone,” the voice said, followed by the sound of a toilet flushing, the stall door closing, and vanishing footsteps.

“You forgot to wash your hands!” Allie yelled after her.

They laughed while they fucked, and Mike pounded her with everything he had.