Gods, he feels fucking good inside me. Why did he have to ruin everything?
“Don’t think,” he begs. “Just let me fuck you.”
I meet his gaze, telling him without words exactly who’s fucking whom.
He grins, showing fang, and I contract my inner muscles around him and imagine strangling his erection the way I wanted to strangle his neck after he destroyed everything.
“Harder,” I taunt. “If you want me to miss your cock, you have to do something with it worth missing.”
Alistair’s hands spread around my waist, his fingers digging into my sore abs as he picks up the pace. The friction, the ache, the dangerous ruby glint in his eyes—he’s impossible to resist.
When he drops one thumb to my clit and rubs in tight, vicious circles, I explode around him. The orgasm is sharp and torn from me like the scream I barely manage to swallow. It fades quickly, leaving me desperate for more.
Alistair stands, driving us both into the wall with a muted thud. “Is this what you want, angel? An angry fuck? Something to confirm the lie you insist on believing—that I don’t care?”
“Yes.” I bury my hand in his hair and yank his head to my breasts. “That’s exactly what I want.”
“Fine!” He licks my nipple. “It’s not my fault if someone comes running.”
I don’t get a chance to process his words because Alistair goesfull vampire, his hips thrusting faster and faster and faster until they blur. Or maybe that’s my vision.
Either way, Alistair fucks me so hard all I can do is take it. He’s deep. Too deep.
I consider taking it all back, then bite my tongue. I’d rather walk sideways for a week than tell Alistair I can’t handle him. Shit, I think I’d rather eat my own tongue than lose an inch of ground to him.
And yeah, it’s a lot. He’s relentless, but I like it rough. Once I accept the burn, the flames turn from pain to pleasure. The only thing that would make it better is if I could scream my lungs out. Or kiss him. To avoid both, I bite my lips until I taste blood. It trickles from the corner of my mouth, and Alistair stares, transfixed. His eyes track the single drop, and he redoubles his efforts.
“Angel,” he moans. “You’re torturing me.”
The power rush goes straight to my head.
My breath escapes in frantic puffs, and I bring my finger up to collect the drop of blood. Before I can come up with a reason not to, I shove it in his mouth.
He sucks on it desperately, and his pace stutters as his tongue laves the digit.
The scrape of his fangs is a delicious warning. My breath hitches, skin pebbling from the phantom memory of his teeth sinking deep. I’m cursing my rules, even as I gasp, “No biting!”
Alistair growls. Adjusting his grip, he tilts my hips and sinks impossibly deeper.
I shatter. Every muscle in my body tenses, then relaxes, then tenses again—until each drop of pleasure I have to give is wrung from my body.
Sore muscles forgotten, Alistair’s touch is no longer too much.
My pain is gone, exactly as he promised.
I slump against the wall as he thrusts three more times beforecoming with an agonized groan. Carefully, Alistair slides us to the floor.
“Did your knees buckle?” I ask. The sudden intimacy of being wrapped around him, his softening dick still buried inside me, is an unwelcome reality check.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck.
I try to pull away, but there’s nowhere for me to go. This is too familiar. Dangerous.
Alistair reaches for the neckline of my bodysuit, but I brush his hands away and stumble to my feet. He doesn’t get to fix my clothes anymore. That’s the sweet bullshit that got us in trouble in the first place.
“That was hot,” I say, keeping my voice cool.
I straighten my bodysuit and pretend my hands aren’t shaking. A few black spots dot my vision, and I shake my head. It would have been a lot easier for me if I’d gone to the dressing room and let the girls interrogate me.
