I didn’t hesitate, chasing after him. The alley was narrow. Trash cans lined the buildings, and he kept hitting them with his knees, toppling the trash onto the ground with aclang.He banged into one brick wall, then the other. There was nothing agile or graceful about him. He was currently a wrecking ball, and with every can he hit, he slowed down.
My arms pumped as I gave chase, adrenaline firing in my veins. Pleasure and excitement roared through my chest, my lungs expanding from a combination of exertion and exhilaration. He had no chance. I was a predator after prey,ravenousfor my next meal.
Catching him wasn’t a triumph, but I celebrated internally the moment I grasped his shoulder and spun him around. He stumbled backward and fell, landing hard on his ass. I didn’t give him a chance to gain his bearings before I was on top of him, sitting on him to pin him down.
“Get off!” He squirmed and shoved at my hands as I seized his wrists and fastened them beside his head. “I didn’t do anything!”
I laughed as he struggled harder, rocking his hips upward to throw me off his abdomen.
Nice try, little mouse, but it won’t work.
I had way more muscle than him, and it added to my weight, making it impossible for him to do a damned thing.
“Lookie what I caught.” I smirked, delight zipping through me. “A little mouse. I thought you were a kitten! What were you doing in my shop, mousey?”
Oliver struggled harder and I didn’t miss the tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, creating a sheen on his pretty brown irises. The sight of him crying sent another wave of lust throughme, and my dick throbbed, caught behind the prison of my briefs and jeans.
But I wasn’t the only one affected. I leaned back, catching the feel of a bulge.
Oh my.“Is the little mouse turned on by getting snared in a trap?” I rocked back against his hard length, and he cried out, the sound somewhere between frustration and pleasure. Interesting.
“Let me go!” He kicked his legs and a gasp left him when I tightened my hold on his wrists.
I flirted my lips along his ear. “Is that what you really want, Oliver?”
Tears trickled down his face, and I swooped in, tongue darting out to catch one and suck it into my mouth. The saltiness had my dick pulsing.
“What the heck?” he hissed.
“I want to tell you a story.” I brushed my nose over his ear, hunger coiling inside me, firing every one of my synapses.
He whimpered.
Mm. Delicious.
Heat pooled in the pit of my stomach and my dick plumped and flexed. I breathed in his musky scent, taking note of the rich aroma of something peppery I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Rum spice? I wasn’t entirely sure, but the smell swallowed me whole, taking up space in every recess of my body until it was all I wanted to breathe in. Weird, but nice.
Seeing him beneath me tickled a part of my brain that wanted to cause trouble. Genetic, Father might’ve said. He always complained about how Luke was an agitator, and as much as I hatedhim, maybe Father was right about me having a similar taste for chaos.
And from what I knew about Oliver, his weakness was a certain redhead.How fun.
“I met a pretty man, and he was tall and gorgeous. Wide shoulders, muscular chest, and a really,reallynice mouth.” My fingers curled, nails digging into the delicate skin of his wrists. “He’s pretty. Big, but pretty, with red hair and a smile that can take any man’s breath away. His name is KC.”
Oliver froze, his arms stiffening. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I watched his lips as they popped open. His pupils dilated.
Damn, he was as gorgeous as KC, but in a completely different way. They were polar opposites. KC was big and broad with a sweet, cocky confidence. All muscles and height. Oliver was smaller, slimmer, and shy, yet also fiery. He hid behind his brown curls. Too bad I couldn’t seduce him, too.
“Mm, you know him, don’t you?”
He pressed his lips together, his jaw hardening. Oh, this was fun.
“You do, little mouse.” I laughed, rich and deep and full of excitement that made me believe I could take on the world. Playing with people was thrilling, but messing with Oliver? It made my entire year. He got so flustered, a flush of anger bleeding across his cheeks. His outrage was edible. “Don’t worry. I’ll takegoodcare of him.” I leaned closer to his ear again and nipped his lobe. “I’ll make him scream my name as I pound into that big, tight ass.”
Oliver’s entire face transformed into an emotion I couldn’t describe. He was a blizzard, full of ice and cold, and he moved with precision. He reared forward and managed to headbutt my face.
I crashed to his side, groaning as I grabbed my nose. Blood poured into my hand, and while I knew he hadn’t broken it—it would’ve hurt worse—he’d certainly done some damage.
The little mouse grew some balls. Good for him.
