Chapter 174: 174. She Doesn’t Care Anymore If We’re Doing It Inside Her Apartment Room**
The air in the living room was thick, heavy with the scent of musk, expensive bourbon, and the raw, primal heat radiating from their skin. Mike sat like a king upon the sofa, his massive, tanned thighs providing a solid foundation for Petricia as she straddled him.
His cock, thick and unrelenting, filled her completely, stretching her walls in a way that made her breath hitch every time he gave a slow, deliberate thrust.
"Nhhh... hugghhh... mrrgghhh... slurrrppppp..." Petricia, like always, enjoyed the kiss, with her thoughts keeping reminding her about the first time she was having sex with Mike. ’Ever since that day...’
’My new tenant right here... continues to play with my body whenever my husband is away...’
’But right now... I don’t even care if my husband is sleeping in the room because I want every conflict in me gone... just from having sex with the man who always makes me feel safe and appreciated.’
Their mouths were locked in a bruising, possessive kiss. Mike wasn’t just kissing her; he was claiming her, his tongue sweeping through her mouth with a dominant authority that left her lightheaded.
’Looks like the maximum bond really isn’t all gimmick...’ He tasted of truth and something darker, something that demanded she stop being the composed landlady and start being a woman. ’She loves me... and doesn’t care to have sex even if her husband is in the building.’
’But... at least that fucking bum Gerald is a heavy sleeper, so he won’t hear us having sex here because I want to fucking use every room to break her.’
’Maybe... this is the right time to make her pregnant because of everything I do to her and that fucking bum husband...’
As his hands gripped her waist, digging his fingers into her soft skin to anchor her for the next deep lunge, Petricia’s mind began to drift into the chaotic whirlpool of her own emotions.
’God, he’s so much,’ she thought, her eyes fluttering shut as a wave of pleasure rolled through her abdomen. ’He doesn’t just enter your life... he invades it.’
’He doesn’t ask for permission to change the atmosphere of a room or a soul.’
She leaned her head back, her blonde ponytail swaying as she felt the sheer weight of him beneath her. The memory of the evening, the crushing weight of the building’s secrets, the suffocating tension of her marriage, and the exhausting responsibility of being the one who keeps everything running began to melt under the friction of his movement.
’For eleven years, I’ve been the one holding the walls up,’ she mused, her inner voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and sudden, violent liberation. ’I’ve known every creak, every leak, every lie told in this building.’
’But with Mike... with him, the walls aren’t just shaking... they’re coming down...’
’And for the first time, I don’t want to fix them... I want to let them collapse.’
She felt a surge of heat as Mike shifted his hips, his muscular frame tensing as he drove upward, hitting that specific, sensitive spot that made her toes curl. Unlike their previous encounters, where she had felt a lingering sense of guilt or the need to maintain a shred of her dignity, tonight there was no filter.
The "landlady" was dead; there was only the woman, desperate to be consumed.
’Last time, I felt like a thief stealing moments,’ she realized, her fingers digging into his tanned, muscular shoulders. ’But tonight?’
’Tonight feels like a reclamation... He’s not just a distraction from the mess underneath this building... he is the only thing that feels solid...’
’He is the only truth in a house full of ghosts...’
She opened her eyes, looking down at his rugged, handsome face. He looked bored by the trivialities of the world, unimpressed by the drama of her life, and that was precisely what she needed.
He didn’t want her problems; he wanted her body, and in his dominance, she found a strange, beautiful kind of peace.
’Let the building fall apart,’ she thought fiercely as he increased the pace, her hips beginning to grind in sync with his powerful thrusts. ’Let everything break...’
’As long as he keeps filling this void, as long as he keeps taking what he wants, I don’t care if the whole world goes dark.’
The sheer, unadulterated hunger between them had turned the entire apartment into a playground of sin. For the last hour, they had moved like a storm through the rooms from the sofa to the kitchen counter, where Mike had hoisted her up, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he drove into her with a ruthless, rhythmic force that left her gasping for air.
They had barely caught their breath in the hallway before he had pinned her against the wall, his hands molding her curves as he took her with a primal intensity that ignored her pleas for a moment of rest.
Now, the stakes were higher, and the thrill was even more intoxicating. They were on the floor, sprawled on the plush rug just inches from the bedroom door.
Behind that thin slab of wood, Gerald, her husband, lay sleeping, oblivious to the rhythmic, wet slapping of skin on skin and the muffled, desperate moans escaping Petricia’s throat. The danger of being caught acted like a potent aphrodisiac, stripping away the last vestiges of her decorum.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"AAHN~! NOT HERE~! NOO~! HE WILL WAKE UP AND HEAR US~!"
Mike had her on her hands and knees, her blonde ponytail disheveled and damp with sweat. He stood behind her, his massive, muscular frame looming over her like a predator.
His tanned skin glowed in the dim light of the hallway, a stark contrast to the pale, trembling skin of her thighs. He gripped her hips with bruising strength, his fingers digging deep into her flesh to anchor her as he hammered into her from behind.
"Nah~! It’ll be fun here~!" Mike laughed. "Just enjoy it!"
Every thrust was deep, heavy, and unapologetic. Mike wasn’t interested in gentleness; he was a man who took what he wanted, and right now, he was taking everything she had to give.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He drove his thick, massive cock into her with a relentless pace, each lunge hitting her cervix with a force that made her vision blur.
’I’ve changed so much that I let him do this not just in his room but anywhere in my apartment room... whenever he feels like it...’
"Look at you," Mike growled near her ear, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "The perfect landlady, fucking like a common slut right outside your husband’s door."
Petricia let out a choked sob of pleasure, her forehead pressing against the floor as she fought to keep her cries quiet. The sensation of him, the sheer, overwhelming fullness of him, was almost too much to bear.
She felt stretched, filled, and utterly conquered. "Hohhnnn~! Nagghhhhhh... I love it... sex... I can’t forget this sex at all...!’
’He’s so dominant,’ she thought, her mind reeling as a fresh wave of pleasure crashed over her. ’He doesn’t care who is listening...’
’He doesn’t care if this is wrong. He just takes, and God, why do I want him to never stop?’
She felt the vibration of his heavy breathing against her back, the heat of his chest pressing against her as he leaned forward to increase the angle of his entry. He was hitting her in a way that made her entire body tremble, a deep, pulsing ache that demanded release.
’Gerald is right there,’ the thought flickered in her mind, but it wasn’t a warning; it was a provocation. ’He’s sleeping in the dark while Mike is making me feel alive for the first time in a decade...’
’Let him wake up...! Let the whole world wake up...! I don’t FUCKING care!’
Mike’s pace became frantic, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, and more violent. He was reaching his limit, and he wasn’t holding back.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"HHNAAGHHH~! AHHN~! YES~! YESH~! YESSHHH~!"
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at the door, making her acutely aware of the proximity of her domestic life versus the raw, carnal reality of the man currently ravaging her.
"UOGGHHHN~!!! NAAHN~! HAANN~! AAHHHHHHN~!"
"Stay quiet, Petricia," he commanded, his voice a dark, sexy rasp. "Unless you want him to come out and watch this surprising moment, hahaha!"
The thought made her core clench around him in a desperate, pulsing grip. She was on the precipice, her body wound tight like a spring, ready to snap under the sheer, glorious weight of his dominance.
