'f**k the time,' he growled, breaking away to shove her against the wall. The concrete bit into her back, rough and unyielding, mirroring his intent. Her skirt hiked up as he gripped her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. Legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass. His d**k strained against his trousers, grinding into her p***y through the thin barrier of her panties.
Nia clawed at his shirt, nails raking his chest as she freed buttons. Muscle rippled under her touch—hard planes from relentless training. 'Vardo—someone could come down here.' The risk fueled her, p***y clenching at the danger.
'Let them.' He dropped her feet to the floor, spinning her to face the wall. Hands pinned her wrists above her head with one massive grip, the other hiking her skirt fully, panties rip
