Chapter Twenty-Eight
Alex
The table under me wheezes dangerously as I spread my legs and dig my nails into Parker’s shoulders. I’m never quite sure how I end up with him railing me, the beginning of him and the end of me so lost to hate and lust that I’m not sure who I am while he’s splitting me in half.
But fuck, I can’t help how much I like it.
Another plate falls to the ground, shattering on the tile and adding to the mess already surrounding the table. Our private dining room is a complete mess and has been for twenty minutes, the staff of Thasos likely too alarmed by the chaos erupting in this room to check on us. We hardly made it through dinner before he grabbed my throat.
And from there, it was just the perfect combination of hot insults, heavy kisses, and teasing touches that led to this moment.
Food smears the table, and wine stains my upper back while Parker squeezes my thighs. “Such a dirty fucking slut.”
“Shut up.”
He growls while grabbing my chin and shoving his thumb into my mouth. “You’ll come from this. You always do.”
“That would make you so proud, wouldn’t it?”
His grip on my chin tightens, causing me to mewl. My eyes roll back when he tilts my hips and hits the spot that drives me wild. I’m gushing by the time he has my knees pinned to my chest. “What’s that, precious? You were saying?”
I mumble incoherently while digging my nails harder into his shoulders. Every thrust sends me further up the table, more items falling to the growing heap of crap on the ground. I can count in my head just how much this will cost. It’s weird doing math while getting railed, and it almost makes me laugh to think that a silly attempt at a romantic dinner deposited us here.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Oh God, right there.”
“Scratch me, precious. Mark me.”
A lustful groan breaks from his lips as I drag my nails across his upper back. Welts rise where my fingertips graze the bruised skin, his resulting hiss encouraging me to buck harder. Fervent pumps erupt next and he pins me to the table, whispering for me to come all over his cock. I’m practically squirting when I finally burst and I feel him throb inside me, his eruption imminent.
“Come inside me, Parker,” I beg. “You know you want to.”
Curses cap each thrust until he buries himself to the hilt and unloads. I feel his cum fill me up, shuddering uncontrollably while closing my eyes to focus on the sensation of us joining together. That’s one thing that’s so reliable about Parker: he’ll fuck me so hard that I forget about everything.
That’s what Tomas doesn’t do. And it’s so addictive that I can’t help myself.
Alcohol and drugs don’t appeal to me anymore. But dick? I want it on tap. I crave it whenever my stress levels even consider approaching their threshold. It’s one of the greatest highs I’ve ever experienced, and like fucking hell am I ever going to give this up.
I push Parker off me, groaning when his cock slides from my pussy. He scoops his cum from my channel and smears it on my lips, growling like an animal who’s full from eating prey but wants more.
“Open,” he commands. “Lick.”
I do as he says—but not because he says so. I’m doing this for me.
When I’m done, I shove his shoulders. “I fucking hate you.”
“Better than indifference.”
After he’s done cleaning his cock with a cloth napkin, he tosses it at me, instructing me to clean myself up. Again, I do it for myself, not for him, shooting him an icy glare when I’m not focused on clearing cum out of my pussy.
I discard the cloth on the pile next to the table and slide forward, dragging my nails over my sore nipples. He sucked them so hard that I thought they were going to pop right off. “You sure about that?”
“I can’t control you, Alex, but I can dominate Macedon.”
“I’m under your skin, huh?” I arch my right eyebrow while fixing the straps of my dress back into place. As I scoot the hem of my dress down, I add, “You’re just as much mine as I am yours.”
He shakes his head. “If that’s the case, then why the hell do you need the others? What’s in it for you?”
“Are you jealous?”