Edmund's eyes lingered on Angela as he pulled away from the intense moment they had just shared in the fitting room. His gaze was smoldering, still filled with desire, and Angela's body ached with the need to continue, but the reality of where they were kept her rooted in place. Her chest heaved, and her skin tingled from where his lips and hands had just been, but the sharp knock on the door reminded them both that they were still in public.

　　"We need to get out of here," Edmund murmured, his voice low and commanding.

　　Angela nodded, her heart racing, barely able to form words. She quickly reached for her clothes, pulling them back on as best as she could while still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. Edmund adjusted himself, his movements fluid and composed, as if nothing had happened at all, while Angela struggled to calm the chaotic beat of her heart.

　　Once they were both dressed, he took her hand, leading her out of the fitting room and back into the main part of the store. Angela felt the eyes of the store attendants on them as they walked, each step making her feel exposed, as though they somehow knew what had transpired behind the closed door.

　　Without a word, Edmund led her to the counter, pulling out his sleek black card and paying for everything he had chosen earlier without even a glance at the price tags. Angela couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as the transaction was completed.

　　"Come on," he said smoothly, his hand gripping hers as they made their way out of the store and into the bustling mall again and led her to his sleek black car parked in a reserved spot.

　　"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice still breathless from the aftermath of their heated encounter.

　　"To a place where we won't be interrupted." His words sent a thrill racing down her spine.

　　His hand wrapped firmly around her wrist, his pace quick and determined. She didn't even have time to ask where they were going, but she could sense his urgency. He opened the passenger door for her, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with desire. As she settled into the seat, her heart still pounding from their earlier exchange, she couldn't help but wonder where he was taking her.

　　They drove for a short while before pulling up to an elegant, modern hotel just outside the city. The building towered above them, all sleek glass and sharp lines, and it exuded a sense of luxury and exclusivity. Angela's breath hitched as she recognized the name of the place, one of the many luxury hotels Edmund owned.

　　"We're here," he said quietly, his voice thick with intent as he parked the car.

　　Inside, the hotel was even more luxurious than she had imagined—polished marble floors, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and a plush, inviting atmosphere that exuded wealth and power. The receptionist smiled as Edmund approached, clearly recognizing him.

　　"Mr. Brown," she greeted with a professional nod. "Your suite is ready."

　　He only nodded his head curtly, his hand resting possessively on the small of Angela's back as they walked past the front desk and into the private elevator. Within moments, they were in the elevator, the tension between them building with every second that passed. As soon as the elevator doors slid open on the top floor, Edmund wasted no time. He led her down a quiet, dimly lit hallway to a private suite at the far end. The moment they stepped inside, the door closed with a soft click, and Angela barely had time to process her surroundings before Edmund was on her again.

　　"You didn't think we were done, did you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down her spine. "I've been dying to have you like this."

　　Angela's heart raced as he stepped toward her, the intensity in his gaze making it hard to breathe. She could see the hunger in his eyes, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, desperate for more of him. "Then take me," she whispered, her voice breathless with want. "I'm yours."

　　Her words were cut off as he pressed her back against the wall, his mouth claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. There was no hesitation, no careful restraint. He kissed her like a man starved, his lips devouring hers as his hands roamed her body, tugging at the fabric of her clothes.

　　Angela gasped against his mouth, her body reacting instinctively to the rough, commanding way he touched her. He tore her dress, tossing it aside without a second thought. Her bra followed quickly, leaving her bare from the waist up. Edmund's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his fingers brushing lightly over her breasts before his hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him.

　　With one swift movement, Edmund lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her through the suite and into the bedroom. The luxurious king-sized bed dominated the space, but neither of them paid any attention to the lavish décor. All that mattered was the burning need between them, the unrelenting pull that had been simmering since the moment they had left the fitting room.

　　He laid her down on the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at her sprawled beneath him. Angela's breath hitched as he stripped off his jacket, tossing it aside before his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. Her eyes followed the movement, her mouth going dry as more of his toned chest was revealed with each button he undid.

　　When he was finally bare-chested before her, Angela felt her pulse quicken. Edmund was all hard lines and lean muscle, his body radiating strength and power in a way that made her feel both small and utterly captivated.

　　"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Edmund murmured, his voice thick with lust as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself over her.

　　Angela's breath came in short, ragged gasps as his hands roamed her body, every touch igniting a fire inside her. He gripped her hips, flipping her onto her stomach before yanking down panties in one swift movement. The cool air hit her bare skin, making her shiver as she lay exposed before him. She heard the rustle of the sheets as he positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he nudged her legs apart.

　　"Is this what you wanted, Angela?" he growled, his voice rough with desire as he continued to drive into her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.

　　He entered into her with a powerful thrust, his cock stretching her, filling her completely. Angela cried out, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. But Edmund didn't give her time to adjust, pulling back only to slam into her again. He moved inside her with a merciless rhythm. Angela buried her face in the sheets, her fingers clutching at the fabric as she tried to keep up with the relentless pace.

　　His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her, each stroke hitting that spot deep inside that made her see stars. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mixing with their heavy breathing and the occasional moan escaping Angela's lips. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as Edmund took her with a wild, possessive intensity. She could feel him deep inside her, filling her completely with each thrust, the friction sending her spiraling toward the edge.

　　Edmund leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as his hands found her breasts, squeezing them roughly. His fingers pinched her nipples, twisting them just hard enough to make her scream his name. She could feel his teeth grazing her shoulder, nipping at the sensitive skin, his movements growing more erratic.

　　"Harder…"

　　The word was barely a whisper, but Edmund heard it loud and clear. He obliged, his hips slamming into hers with renewed vigor. The force of his thrusts made the headboard bang against the wall, a rhythmic accompaniment to their frenzied coupling.

　　Angela braced herself against the mattress, her arms splayed wide as she tried to take the pounding. But it was no use, each stroke drove her closer to the edge, her body wracked with pleasure. The sting of Edmund's bites and pinches only heightened her sensations.

　　"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained. "I can feel you squeezing me." He cursed under his breath, his movements becoming even more frantic as he chased his own release.

　　Edmund's rhythm faltered as he neared his climax, his thrusts growing erratic and uncontrolled. His fingers dug deeper into Angela's hips, the bite of pain mixing deliciously with the intense pleasure radiating from her core.

　　"Come for me, Angela," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Squeeze my cock with your tight little cunt."

　　As if his words were a trigger, Angela felt her orgasm wash over her in crashing waves. She cried out, her back arching as she rode out the ecstasy pulsing through every nerve ending. Her inner muscles contracted around Edmund's shaft, pulling him deeper as she came undone beneath him.

　　Feeling her climax, Edmund followed suit, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled his seed inside her. He grunted with each pulse, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.

　　He shifted his weight, rolling them both until he was above her again, her legs tangled around his waist. He rested his weight on his forearms, gazing down at her with a smoldering intensity.

　　"Not done yet," he murmured, his voice husky.