Marcus leaned back in the corner booth, suit jacket open, tie loosened just enough to remind Lila who held the power. "Come here," he ordered, voice low. She climbed onto his lap without hesitation, thighs straddling his. His fingers worked the knot of her apron. "Strip," he said, "but keep the skirt. I want everyone to see what a dripping little slut you are for me."

Lila’s hands trembled as she peeled off her top. The bartender looked away. Marcus cupped her bare breasts, thumbs dragging over her stiff nipples. "Look at these," he murmured, pinching until she gasped. "Already hard for me."

He yanked her down into a wet, messy kiss, tongue sliding deep, spit glistening on her chin when he pulled back. "You’re soaking my pants," he taunted, grinding her down against the hard line of his cock. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You," she whispered. "Even when you go home to her."

Marcus’s eyes darkened. "Good. Now ride my thigh until I say stop."

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Later, the city lights stretched beneath the penthouse railing. Lila’s bare chest pressed to cold glass, skirt shoved up to her waist. Marcus drove into her from behind, each thrust sharp and punishing. "Fuck, this cunt grips me like it never wants to let go," he growled, one hand fisting her hair. "You’d let me bend you over anywhere, wouldn’t you?"

"Yes," she moaned, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Anywhere. Anytime."

He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red print. "Louder."

"I’m yours!" she cried, voice cracking as her orgasm ripped through her. Marcus held her tight while she shook, cock still buried deep. "That’s my good girl," he breathed against her ear, softer now. "I’ll always take care of what’s mine."

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