“Taking what I want,” she declares in a whisper. “And what I want is your cum, baby.”
“F-fuck…”
As I tangle my fingers into the back of her hair, I focus on the way her palm grazes the head of my cock, causing me to stiffen every time she squeezes me. She’s relentless now, stroking me harder than she’s ever done in the past. This ruthless and cruel version of her confuses me and excites me, my body reacting before I can even think about it.
I shake my head. “Wait, Alex—”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I don’t…”
She grins while pumping faster. “You don’t what?”
My protests fade from my mind when she teases a glob of saliva on her lips. The long line of drool drips slowly from her mouth and lands on the head of my cock, the warm fluid soothing the desperate ache I feel in the slit. A thin tendril of saliva remains hooked to her lips as I sweep it away, smearing it into her cheek.
She smooths the fluid over my shaft, slicking her strokes. “You want this, or you wouldn’t be hard.”
I frown while my brows dip together. I don’t like how rough she is right now. That look in her eyes is far from devilish. It’s downright evil. She’s not looking to please me—she’s looking to control me.
When I push her shoulders, she presses against me harder, yanking the collar of her shirt down to expose her plump breasts. “Touch me, Tommy.”
“No, I want you to stop.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want.”
I shake my head while trying to regain control. My cock seems to have a mind of its own, so stiff and eager to be released from the grip of pleasure that I’m helpless to contain every throbbing quiver. She rubs faster, running her thumb over the slit and prompting me to leak.
“Remember all those times you took me to Capital City?” she asks. “How you took me on the dance floor? How you wanted me?” She pumps hard, smacking her fist at the base of my cock. “Well, I want you now.”
With my eyes squeezed shut, I try not to focus on how good it feels to have her hand wrapped around my cock. I’m fighting a deep, primal urge to fuck and the heated resistance to her domination. Everything about this just feels wrong. Alex has never been like this. She’s always been sweet, caring, and giving.
“Look at me,” she demands while grabbing the collar of my shirt. She yanks me toward her, pressing her forehead to mine while groaning, “Open your eyes, you fucking jerk.”
Frustrated groans surface from my lips as I try to defy her. Though I open my eyes, I glare at her as hard as I can muster, unable to slip out of her grip. Just as I tip over toward the edge, she slows her pace, inspiring an irritated growl to explode from my lips. She keeps edging me for a few more minutes, giggling and teasing me with the filthiest talk I’ve ever heard come from her.
It’s not until she lets me bust that I can finally get away from her. She licks my cum from her fingers while I fix my pants, turning away from her to look at the garden around us. A high wall of bushes surrounds us, keeping us guarded against any nosy partygoers. My heart races as I try to catch my breath, trying to wrap my brain around what the fuck just happened.
“What the fuck are you doing to us?” I manage to huff out. I flip around to look at her, adding, “Are you tearing us down to get even for your father?”
She raises her eyebrows. “You admitting something there, Tommy boy?”
“You don’t fucking get to call me that.”
“I can do whatever I want.”
I shake my head while biting back a furious growl. “Do you even give a fuck if any more of us die? Was Lev not enough for you?”
“You’re a fucking monster.”
“Yeah? And what does that make you, Alex?”
Anger swarms her features as she clenches her fists at her sides. The way she looks right now in that black and white plaid skirt, with the softest sweater known to humans, just adds to the fact that I’ve sorely underestimated her. The innocence, the sweetness, the kindness—it was all some gorgeous facade to get us under her thumb.
She forces a grin. “It makes me better than you because I can tame them.”
“What? Your monsters?” I laugh bitterly. “Darling, you hardly have a leash on those fuckers. They’re going to eat you alive.” My eyes drop to her thighs and then back up to meet her gaze. “Though not any better than I would eat you.”
“I know you’re using drugs as an escape. You won’t be able to run for very long.”