Page 4 of Crushed By the Cruiser

She’s not ready. As delicious as she smells, her pheromones haven’t fully developed.

I smile and nuzzle her thigh as I run my thumb along the bottom hem of her panties, enjoying the curve of her ass. She stiffens and flexes her nails into my lower back.

“That’s it, sprite. Make me bleed. I’ll enjoy returning the favor,” I murmur against her leg. Her dirty flesh pebbles.

I use her shock to my advantage, dropping her to her feet and yanking her shirt over her head. Her fists fly, bouncing off my torso as I lean around her and turn on the shower. Cool, clear water rains onto her head, drenching her in an instant. She gasps and fights harder. I block her from leaving the stall, but let her pummel me until she hisses in pain after punching my abdominals.

I capture her tiny fists in mine and transfer her wrists to one hand before pulling her arms above her head. She lifts her knee, aiming for my groin, but I push her tiny body against the wall with my much bigger one.

Steam billows around us as scorching hot water pours down on our heads. I adjust the water temperature, ignoring her writhing, until I’m certain the heat won’t damage her delicate skin.

She stills when I pull her hands to my face and tut in disapproval. Wide, shimmery green orbs pierce my soul as she studies my face.

Pleasure arrows down my spine and satisfaction roars through my chest. I like her attention on me. I want to own every piece of her. Forever.

My gums ache and the urge to sink my teeth into her flesh grows as the top layer of filth swirls down the drain, revealing more of her scent. She needs a good head-to-toe scrubbing, but she’s so enticing I struggle to remain in control of my urges.

I study her knuckles and release a low growl as I wrap my fist around her throat.

“You’ll pay for bruising what’s mine,” I growl.

She swallows. I moan as the slim, delicate column of her throat moves under my palm.

“Keep fighting, sprite. I like how you feel writhing against me. I’ll enjoy taming you even more,” I promise, brushing my lips over her knuckles with every word.

Her nipples pebble against my abdominals. I smile and nip the back of her hand before hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties and shoving them to the floor.

She’s mine.

I can’t wait to torture her.

Every inch of her.

Chapter 3

Em

Fear spears through me, heightening my senses as a rush of adrenaline floods my system. I twist to avoid his touch, but he’s too big. Too strong.

He wedges his knee between my thighs, releases my throat, and leans to the side. My hair blocks my vision as water batters my head and shoulders, most of the downpour splashing off the alpha’s muscular frame and rushing onto me.

Through my terror, heat rises in my belly until the shower feels cold in comparison. Expecting the worst, I scream when he reaches for my breast, but end on a choked sound when he runs a bit of slippery fabric up my side instead.

With agonizing slowness, he trails the soapy washcloth up my arm until he reaches his fist around my wrist.

“Be still, tiny omega, or my control might snap,” he growls.

I want to fight, but instinct takes over. I freeze like a cornered animal while my eyes dart around the space, but everywhere I look, all I see is his broad chest and thick throat.

His soaked vest clings to my sides as he scrubs my hands. Soap slides down my arms and into my hair. I close my eyes too late and grimace through the stinging pain.

Despite his gigantic digits, he thoroughly cleans my hands, drawing circles on my palms and threading the fabric in between my fingers. Weird sensations travel down my arms, and I’m not sure if I like the way it feels.

A low rumble sinks into my veins and morphs my bones into jelly. The wet glide of the washcloth as he continues down my arms awakens something deep within me. I long to arch my back and ask for more, but horror clogs my throat.

My captor drapes the cloth over my shoulder before pushing my hair back and tucking the strands behind my ears. I turn my head, needing to hide from his piercing brown eyes, but he catches my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifts my face to his.

I keep my lids clamped shut.

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