Ruthless Secrets (Elites of Macedon High 2)

When I plunge two fingers into her hole, she clenches, though her thighs relax enough to allow me passage. I lean forward to catch her gaze, warning her silently not to look away from me. There’s pure agony in her features, a beauty unseen by anyone else—or at least that’s what I keep hoping.

It’s what helps me fucking sleep at night.

“Mine,” I claim while stiffening the digits against her g-spot. “Isn’t that right, precious?”

She whimpers and bites her lower lip, attempting to harden her features.

It’s adorable how she tries to resist the pleasure I give her. Every time I’ve taken her, she’s always acted like it’s been the worst thing I could ever have done. Yet when I look into her eyes, all I see is unending desire and lust.

She wants me as much as I want her. Perhaps it’s the hate rippling between us that makes the sex so hot, but who fucking knows?

And who fucking cares?

When I withdraw my fingers, she gasps and chases after my hand, bucking so hard that she shakes the table. The grin on my lips speaks volumes of my command, inspiring me to strip her panties from her hips. I slide my slacks down enough to wield my cock, giving a few hard strokes to my shaft as I nip her thigh.

She arches toward me, exposing her pussy for me to take. I grab a condom from my cock, apply it quickly to my shaft, and then spit in my hand to lubricate my entry. I dip the head of my wet cock into her entrance and watch her features twist, reaching out to grab her chin while growling, “Don’t you dare look away.”

Her mouth widens, inviting me to slip my thumb inside. And when her eyes roll back, I know I have her right where I want her.

Gripping her thighs with my left hand keeps her steady while I invade her. Words drift through my mind of things I could say, but nothing seems fitting. No sound could possibly capture the way I feel other than the utterances already floating between us. She tilts her head back, but her eyes remained fixed on me. She defiantly gazes into my eyes, the dimple between her eyebrows giving her a rugged expression that turns me on even more.

I stare into her eyes as if I can will her to want me. But doesn’t she? If she submits to me like this, then some part of her must crave my company. There’s got to be a piece of Alexandra Moretti that wants me even just a little bit.

I slide my hand from her thigh to her pussy, watching the stern determination shift into pure shock. Her brows part, and her mouth widens as my thumb massages her swollen clit. Wild bucks erupt from her hips as I double my thrusts, meeting her eagerly with a fierce grunt that caps each pump.

When her gasping moans become frantic pants, I know I have her on the edge. She sits up and grabs my shoulders, yanking me over her. The position deepens my plunge into her pussy, causing my hips to quake. With her nails digging into my muscles, I can’t help the unearthly groans echoing from me.

I sound like an animal, all primal instinct driving me deep inside her. It’s almost unnerving how badly I wish to come inside her, to fill her up with my cum without wanting to reproduce. It’s not about getting her pregnant—it’s about marking my territory.

“Parker,” she whimpers. “Please let me come.”

I grin mischievously. “What’s that, precious? Can’t take it anymore?”

“No, no…” Her reply becomes a breathless chant on her lips as I beat her pussy into a sopping wet mess. Smacks echo through the room as I double down on her while my thumb pauses over her twitching clit. “Please,” she repeats like a ritualistic prayer. “Parker, let me come!”

Her pupils are so wide that her irises are completely black, lust having completely taken over. Just as I have.

And she wants more.

“Say you’re mine,” I demand. “Do it, precious.”

“I’m yours. I’m fucking yours. Just let me come…”

Hearing those words sends me into a spiral. I hold her gaze and rub her clit feverishly, watching her come undone with such a captivated expression that I don’t feel myself bust until it’s happening. Her nails dig so hard into my skin that I’m sure I have half-moon impressions, the sore flesh screaming as she proceeds to cling to me.

Seeing her unravel beneath me is unreal. It’s nothing like the apartment where I took her virginity and she was blindfolded. She watches me the whole time, her expression so uncontrolled and practiced that it makes the moment feel that much more special. This is her without any holds barred, totally raw, unplugged.

And she’s so beautiful that I can’t stand it.

After pulling out, I swoop her from the table and take her with me to the floor, lying on my back while staring at the ceiling. All I can hear is the sound of us panting. We don’t say anything, the humid curtain between us lingering in the air for a while until the A/C kicks on and fills the room with fresh air. The soft hum of the air rushing through the vents makes me sleepy.

I lick my lips and tuck my hand behind my head, leaning into the stretch. “Being alone in this world can be a lethal mistake, Alex.”

When she looks at me, I can feel the way her disappointed gaze burns into my profile. I don’t return the look. I don’t try to look into her eyes. I simply rest on my back with my attention fixed on the immovable ceiling above.

After a slow sigh, I whisper, “You need someone to watch your back.”

She stiffens beside me. While she doesn’t take her eyes off me, I can tell she wants to escape. I’ve struck a nerve, but she’s too stuck to make a move.