Chapter 227 Nia

• 'Fuck 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 dick strained against his trousers, grinding into her pussy 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, pussy 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 ripped down her thighs. Cool air kissed her exposed ass, cheeks parting slightly as she arched back.