Get out

Chapter 13 - Get out

Torin didn’t ease into it.

He yanked her up by the hair, spun her around, and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Her legs locked around his waist on instinct. He slammed her back against the wall hard enough to knock a framed notice off its nail. His cock found her cunt in one brutal thrust—hot, dripping, already open for him.

Leena gasped, fangs digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck… you’re soaking,” he growled against her neck, hips driving up into her. Every thrust lifted her higher. Her tits bounced against his chest. He bit one, hard, then the other, leaving red marks while he fucked her standing like he was trying to break the wall with her body.

She came first—clenching around him, a broken moan spilling out of her mouth. Torin didn’t stop. He carried her back to the desk, dropped her on it, and pulled out just long enough to shove his cock between her tits.

“Squeeze them.”

She did. Pressed them tight around his shaft, spit-slick and shiny. He fucked her cleavage, the head of his cock popping up against her lips every thrust. She licked it, sucked the tip whenever it got close, eyes locked on his. Spit ran down into the valley of her tits. He groaned, low and ugly, and pulled free again.

“Get on your knees.”

She slid down without a word, her tongue out as he fed her his cock, thick and wet from her cunt. She took him deep, gagging once, then again, until she had it all. He held her there, fucking her deep in short, mean strokes. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. She only moaned around him, the vibration making his balls tighten.

He pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. She bent over, pushing her ass out, her back arched. Torin stepped up behind her, kicked her feet wider, and slammed back in. Standing doggy.

His hands clamped her hips hard enough to bruise. Every thrust slapped skin on skin, loud and filthy in the quiet office. Her tits swung under her. He reached around, grabbed one, squeezed until she whimpered.

“Harder,” she breathed.

He gave it to her harder. The desk scraped across the floor. A coffee mug shattered. He fucked her like he was owed years of this—deep, relentless, the wet sound of her cunt taking every inch filling the room.

He pulled out again and shoved her onto her back on the desk. Legs spread wide.

He climbed between them and back in, folding her almost in half. Her ankles hooked over his shoulders. He stared down at her face while he pounded her—eyes glassy, mouth open, cheeks flushed dark.

“Look at me while I fill this cunt.” She lifted her gaze but couldn’t look because her eyes were struggling to open in the heat of pleasure.

His rhythm broke, and he buried himself to the root and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses. She felt every spurt, felt it leak out around his cock and run down her ass as he kept grinding through it, milking himself inside her.

He stayed buried for a long moment, breathing heavy, placing forehead against hers. Then he pulled out, cum immediately spilled from her used cunt, dripping onto the desk in thick white strands.

Torin stepped back and took a moment to straighten himself, his breathing gradually settling as he looked across the room at Leena. There was no tenderness in his expression and no trace of the urgency that had been there moments earlier. Whatever had just happened between them was already being filed away in his mind as something finished, something that no longer deserved another thought. He looked at her almost clinically, as though she were simply another problem that had walked through his door, been dealt with, and could now be crossed off the list.

“Get dressed and get the fuck out.”

Leena remained where she was for several seconds, staring at him as though she was trying to understand how quickly his attitude had changed. Then she slowly pushed herself upright, her movements unsteady and exhausted. Her legs trembled beneath her as she reached for her clothes, gathering them without saying a word. There was none of the defiance she had shown before, none of the sharp confidence that had once made her comfortable standing beside Brask and watching Torin struggle. Now she kept her eyes lowered, moving carefully as if even the smallest mistake might give Torin a reason to turn his anger back toward her.

Torin had already lost interest in watching her. He walked toward the window and stopped beside it, looking down at the street several floors below. Evening had begun settling over the building, and the glass reflected his own face faintly against the darkening city outside. For a moment, he could see the entire building from where he stood—the tenants who had paid, the ones who had fled, the empty apartments, and the people who had finally realized that the man they had once dismissed was no longer someone they could push around.

Behind him, he could hear Leena quietly pulling herself together. The sound of fabric moving and a drawer opening filled the room, but Torin didn't turn around. He kept his eyes fixed outside, his expression hard and unreadable. There was something almost unsettling about how calm he had become. The anger was still there, buried underneath the surface, but it had stopped controlling him. He no longer needed to raise his voice to make people understand what he wanted.

“When that coward husband of yours crawls back,” Torin said, his voice flat as he continued staring through the window, “we’ll settle everything.”

Leena froze for a moment behind him. Torin didn't need to look back to know exactly what had gone through her mind. Brask was gone, but Torin clearly didn't believe he was gone for good. Men like Brask disappeared when they were losing and returned when they thought they had found another opening. Torin intended to be waiting when that happened.

Leena finished dressing in silence, keeping her distance from him as she moved toward the door. She hesitated there, one hand resting on the handle, but Torin gave her no reason to stay and no invitation to speak. After everything that had happened, there was nothing left for either of them to say. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway, leaving Torin alone with the darkening room and the unfinished business he knew was still coming.

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