ZEKE
We don’t say a word the entire way back to the condo. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to stop once I start. I might even end up driving us off the road, and then where would we be? Anything I have to say can wait until we’re alone.
Which means my rage only has time to grow bigger. Hotter. More intense. Who the fuck does she think she is, telling me what to do or who I can fight? She doesn’t make my choices for me. And she sure as fuck doesn’t do it while we’re in front of people. Why not cut off my balls and carry them in her purse?
Judging by the way she sits with her arms folded, staring out the window, I’m guessing she feels the same way. I’ve never seen her furious enough to shut her up. It’s like we’ve reached a new level of how far we can push each other.
We walk silently from the car to the elevator and take the ride up just as silently. I can feel her seething, the energy radiating from her. Something is going to explode.
And it does once we’re inside with the door locked. Rather than set the alarm straight away, I choose instead to shove her up against the door. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I growl, leaning down close to her face. “Telling me what to do. Bossing me around. I’m not some bitch you can control.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she growls back. Her chest is heaving, her pulse fluttering wildly in her throat. “The big, bad man. Like a fucking animal without enough common sense to avoid getting in a public fight. You’re supposed to be protecting me, not drawing more attention. Right?”
“Of course. That’s all you fucking care about. The attention. How it would make you look.”
“You don’t have the first fucking clue what I care about.” She swallows hard, her eyes darting to my mouth and back again. “Did you ever think maybe it was hard for me to see you about to fight over me? Do you know how shitty that made me feel?”
“So I was supposed to take it?” I lean in closer, so close our bodies touch. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take before I have no choice but to rip her clothes off. “Let him goad me into a fight and pretend it didn’t matter? News flash: that’s not how I operate.”
“Because you’re the big, bad alpha. Right?” She manages to find room to slide her hands between us and then pushes against my chest. “Is that supposed to impress me?”
“I don’t do things to impress you.” She gasps when I take her by the throat, tipping her head back. Her beautiful eyes shine with a wild light. “As for the big, bad alpha, I think we both know it doesn’t take much to control you.”
“Get your hand off me.” It’s a whisper, barely audible. I’m not squeezing, only holding her firm enough that she can’t get away. When I do apply a bit of pressure, though, her eyes widen further.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want me to touch you.” With my other hand, I skim her body, taking in the fullness of her hip and her tits. “Don’t act like you’re not dying to be fucked.”
All it takes is the slightest upward tick of the corners of her mouth. She wants this. She wants me.
I spin her in place so fast she barely has time to make a sound. With one quick, violent tug, I pull her jeans down around her knees. Panties, too. “You like it like this?” I whisper next to her ear, pinning her in place with my body while I pull out my cock. It’s aching, dripping, ready for her.
“Just do it,” she pants. “Just fuck me. Now.” And when I do, when I drive myself into her, she gasps.
“You want your little boyfriend to do this to you?” I ask, fucking her hard. Merciless. Punishing her. When she doesn’t answer right away, I slap her ass cheek hard enough that my hand stings. “Huh? You think he could do this? You think he could fuck you this way?”
“Just you,” she whispers.
“That’s fucking right,” I growl, pulling her head back when I take a handful of her hair. “Just me. He wants to do this to you. He wants to fuck you like this and make you scream the way I do.”
“I don’t want to talk about him.” She cranes her neck, looking me in the eye. “I just want you to fuck me.”
And I do, my hips sawing back and forth, my cock plunging in and out. She grunts like an animal every time our bodies meet, her ass jiggling when I slap against it. I look down, transfixed, watching my cock disappear inside her again, again, and every time it does, she lets out a squeal. Her first orgasm comes quick, her hands pressed against the door, fingers curling while her already tight cunt grips me like a vise. I have to slow down, or else she’ll take me with her. And I’m not finished yet.
She slumps a little when I withdraw, leaning against the door for support. I kick off my jeans, then take her in my arms, carrying her to the island between the living room and kitchen and placing her on one of the stools, facing me. If she’s going to use those nails of hers on something, I want it to be on my back. Not the door.
“Say it again,” I grunt, entering her. “Who do you want fucking you?”
“You,” she sobs, dragging her nails over my shoulders, my back, while I take her hard. Unforgiving. The deep, driving need to break her, to win, sweeps everything else out of the way. She needs to know who’s in control. Who calls the shots.
When she breaks the skin, I suck in a pained breath—but if anything, it only heightens the sensation, pushing me closer to release. “You want to hurt me?” I grunt before slamming into her again. “Do you want to leave your mark on me?” She responds by raking me again, then driving her nails into my ass cheeks and pulling me deeper.
I’m completely lost in sensation. Lost in her. In the unimaginable feeling of being inside her, using her body, letting her use mine.
“Come inside me,” she whines as her tunnel tightens, squeezing me again. “Come in me. Please.”
That’s all it takes. My thrusts lose their rhythm, my hips pumping frantically. She closes her eyes, her head dropping back, and I run my teeth over her neck when the edge comes rushing up to meet me. To meet both of us. She screams loud enough to make my ears ring, but I hardly notice, too busy filling her with cum.
When it’s over, when I pull out, I look down to see our mixed fluids dripping out of her with every spasm of her muscles. I’m almost transfixed by it before stepping back, grabbing something to clean her up with. I’ve never let myself get carried away like that.