“I didn’t betray you, because you can’t cheat on someone you’renotwith! We’re not a couple, Alex! We never were.”
“We were back then! We were when you fucked him to get back at me!” It’s a little before 2 AM, but the roar of his words doesn’t stop numerous lights switching on in the buildings surrounding us. “I trusted you, Regan, and what did I get for it? A cheating, two-timing b—”
My palm steals his sentence with the same brutality he used to deliver it. He glares at me, wordlessly daring me to strike him a second time. When I take up his challenge, he catches my wrist midair. I bang my free fist on his thrusting chest three times, my anger too paramount to be subdued.
I’m not usually a violent person, but there’s something about Alex that brings out all sides of me. The stupid. The good. TheI’m so fucking twisted up in knots over this guy I don’t know who I am anymore. They’re all showcased in the most horrible light, making me appear as if I am the name he was about to call me.
“I hate you!”
His eyes turn almost black when his pupils swamp his corneas. “For what, Regan? For loving you? For trusting you—?”
“For breaking me! For not seeing what your betrayal did to me! For not begging for forgiveness. You just left, Alex. You just fucking left. . . and you took my libido right along with you.”
I’m not ashamed about my last comment. He’s aware I liked to explore sexually before he walked into my life, so if anything will express how badly he fucked me over, that confession will. I pound his chest some more. “You broke me, Alex. You fucking broke me!”
He snags my thumping fist from his chest then drags it to his side, pulling me forward. When our eyes collide, something switches. The anger, resentment, and hostility are still in abundance, but instead of expressing them with violence, we choose an equally vicious, yet passionate way.
His mouth smashes down on mine before his tongue traces my stunned lips. Catching my lower lip between his teeth, he gives it a hard tug. My mouth falls open to him in a surrendering purr, my earlier anger submitting just as quickly. He draws the air from my lungs with perfectly controlled strokes of his tongue, but there is no tenderness in his kiss. It is violent and ugly, a twisted mess of despair and devotion.
Although I should be shutting this down, I fight for control, for him to share the reins. He doesn’t give me an inch. He continues holding my mouth captive with impressive bites, nips, and dominant licks.
As his kiss ramps up, my thirst to touch him grows. I need to feel his skin under my hands as urgently as my lungs need him to relinquish his mouth so I can secure a full breath.
When I wrench against his hands circling my wrists, his grip tightens, tight enough to leave a bruise. His hold should scare me as much as Isaac’s fury did earlier, but this is Alex, a man who’d never lose control, no matter how tense the situation.
A metal material cools the heat raring through my body when he splays me on the floor of the van he was exiting when I confronted him. I was so caught up in our embrace, I didn’t notice we were moving, much less him kicking aside mangled computer equipment and papers.
After pinning my hands above my head with one hand, Alex’s other moves to the zipper of my jeans. In less than three heart beats, he has the clasp undone and my panties and jeans around my ankles. My chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm when he frees his cock from his trousers. It is as magnificent as I remembered: thick, veiny, and seeping with pre-cum.
I call out when he lines up before unexpectedly driving home. His name leaves my mouth in a grunt, the sensation of being filled by him unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The angry tension teeming between us should make the situation feel wrong, but for some reason, it doesn’t. Something so good could never be seen as anything less than perfect.
Not waiting for me to acclimate to his girth, Alex withdraws to the very tip before slamming back into me. His second thrust holds the same ferocity as his first. He pounds into me on repeat, shifting my senses into high gear. The brutal slams of his pelvis against mine spread my thighs wider with every grind. He takes me deeper and faster. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.
“Is this what you want, Regan? Am I giving you what you need?” He pounds into me harder with every word he speaks.
I raise my ass off the ground so I can match his grinds. “Yes, oh god, yes!”
My elevated position causes his cock to slam into my cervix. I throw my head back with a grunt, freeing the moans bubbling in my chest. “God, yes. Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me.”
I should feel dirty we’re fucking in the surveillance van he used to spy on me only minutes after he witnessed me kissing another man, but I don’t. I feel what I always feel when I’m with him. I feel desired. Wanted. Cherished. There is just one more thing I need for this to be perfect: the heat of his skin under my hands.
When I attempt to wiggle out of Alex’s firm hold, he growls like a wild animal. I nearly protest until he stares at me, a long, penetrating gaze that steamrolls me with as much excitement as it does resentment. He’s not fucking me; he’s forcing me to submit.
I’m close to giving him what he wants, to handing over all the control, but that isn’t the way things work with us. He wants us to be even, an equal unit. That means he needs to share the power as much as he’s demanding for me to relinquish it.
I dig my heels into his ass to slow his grinds. All it does is firm his grip on my wrists. “If you want me to stop, Regan, say the word, and I’ll stop, but if you came down here to get whathecan’t give you, then sit back and enjoy the ride, baby, because this is the last orgasm I’ll ever give you.”
His words burn like a thousand bee stings. He mistook what I said. I didn’t confront him because I want him to bring me to climax. I want him to admit the mistakes he made, to beg me to forgive him. I want him to fight for me as strongly as I fought my attraction to him.
I command my body to withdraw from his contact, to take back the last shred of dignity I have left by ending this exchange immediately. But no matter what I say, no matter what I do, it doesn’t listen. It meets his pumps grind for grind, trusting the words he spoke as if they’re gospel. My body knows I can’t get this from Isaac. The thrill, the anticipation of what is about to transpire, it knows I’ll never get that from anyone who isn’t named Alex, so it’s not willing to give it up.
Noticing my body’s failure to object to his brutal fucking, Alex drives into me deeper. He screws me like a madman, as if he’s marking not just my body but my heart as well. It is like I’m in a dream. My body is tingling with euphoria, and a tsunami of excitement is racing through every inch of me. But my mind is numb, too stunned by the turn of events to process what’s happening.
When tears threaten to spill down my cheeks, I snap my eyes shut. It amplifies the electricity in the air. Goosebumps prickle my skin as I freefall into the madness. I quiver and shake; I just don’t know if it’s in euphoria or fear.
I assume it is the former when my pussy clenches around Alex’s thick cock. I try to fight his pull, to prove my body is above the weak, pitiful woman I’m acting like, but the crest in my womb grows with every thrust.
He fucks me so well, the worry of losing my marbles is the last thing on my mind. My orgasm builds and builds and builds, but it won’t peak. I can feel it, right there, threatening to dive into orgasmic bliss at any moment, but something is holding it back.Or someone.
