The Heart System Chapter 514

That sharp metallic snap of the stall door locking shut was all the cue I required. No waiting for clever banter or gradual tension. Rising from the toilet seat, the cramped space felt halved by Tessa's nearness. Her fragrance of lavish perfume blended with the intense aura from the executive level, stirring the "Villain" in my veins to pulse even fiercer.

Silent, I extended my hands to grasp her waist, whirling her around. A soft, startled "oh!" burst from Tessa as I shoved her chest against the icy wall tiles, directly over the toilet.

"Evan—" she began, yet the objection choked off in her throat when I yanked her tight pencil skirt up over her hips.

Black stockings clung via lace garters, spiking my heartbeat. No need to strip her panties—I simply tugged the silk aside with hooked fingers, baring her. Already slick, her warm glow cut through the cool restroom air on the second floor. Dropping to my knees on the biting tiles, I plunged my face into her thighs.

The instant my tongue touched her, reality smeared.

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- Critical Success: Tessa

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A jolt like lightning surged through us both. My tongue zeroed in on her clit with deadly accuracy, like a guided missile, while the system thundered in my head. Tessa's body locked stiff. Her fingers, scrabbling for hold on the wall grout, raked the tiles instead, nails scraping harshly over the porcelain.

"Oh! Oh god—Evan! Wait—"

Her words cut short. Orgasm crashed into her like a runaway train, quicker and fiercer than she'd imagined. Inner walls spasmed wildly, unleashing a piercing, drawn-out cry that bounced around the stalls, knees giving out so completely that my arms locked around her legs to prevent her floorward tumble. Tremors wracked her with savage force, breaths tearing out in shattered gasps as "Critical Success" ignited every nerve in overload.

After moments, I withdrew, gasping, face slick with her essence. Rising, I steadied myself, gazing at her quivering form.

"Wow," I huffed, a cocky grin pulling at my mouth. "I thought you were here to please me, Tess. You didn’t even last a minute."

Tessa twisted her head, cheeks blazing furious red, strands of hair tumbling wildly over her eyes. Utterly undone, her bosom rose and fell as she fought for control.

"Oh, shut up... shut up and fuck me, you animal," she croaked, voice husky with desperate hunger.

No second invitation required. Closing in from behind, my grip clamped her hips with commanding strength. Aligning with her drenched core, I thrust in deep and unyielding in a single motion. Pure bliss—stockings rasping my thighs, her clenching, post-climax warmth gripping my cock like iron.

"Fuck, Tessa... you’re so hot," I snarled, voice sinking to a rough, ominous timbre.

A firm, brutal cadence took over as I pounded into her. Each hip-slam jolted her forehead against the wall—thud-thud-thud—mixing with our labored pants. Tessa didn't merely endure; she shoved back into every strike, one hand snaking rearward to fist my hair, yanking me near for a wild, frantic kiss twisted over her shoulder.

"More... give me more," she breathed into my lips, gaze foggy and shadowed.

Faster now, my drives blurred into searing friction. Lost in the rhythm, the Villain label truly proved its worth. The forbidden locale, her orgasm's musk, her quakes beneath me—perfect chaos. Climax loomed mere heartbeats off, body tensing for release.

Then my pocket phone erupted.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I ignored it at first, nuzzling Tessa's neck and hammering deeper, yet the relentless buzz killed the vibe. Growling low, I fished out the phone mid-thrust, switching to speaker and dropping it on the toilet tank's ledge. Front desk. Security.

"Yeah?" I snapped.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Marlowe," came the tense, formal voice. "But that guy is here again. The one from the incident earlier. He’s making a scene in the lobby, claiming he’s ’the father’ of someone on the staff and demanding to be let up."

Frozen, still sheathed deep in Tessa. Jaw clenched till teeth ached. Eleanor's father—or whatever that lunatic claimed.

"Fuck!" I spat, breath exploding sharp. "Dammit!"

"Mr. Marlowe? Are you there?"

"Yeah, I’m here," I replied, eyes slitting at Tessa's bowed head. "Okay, hold him there. Don’t let him past the elevators. I’m coming downstairs right now."

"Understood, sir."

Click ended the call. I held motionless a beat, rage churning inside. Glancing at Tessa, now silent, shoulders drooping in weary irritation. With a furious grunt, I delivered one last brutal plunge—full-depth, drawing her sharp yelp—but held back release. Duty called.

Withdrawal came with a slick, resounding pop, chill air shocking after her heat.

"Who is that guy?" Tessa queried, voice unsteady, hand tugging her skirt down while fixing her blouse.

"A crazy bastard," I grumbled, wrestling my belt shut over my pants. "He’s a goddamn parasite, and he’s giving me blue balls. I fucking hate him already."