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“I like both,” I purred at him as I rubbed my hand over my erection.
“I know. So really, it’s your choice.”
“We can start with easy.” I entered the alley and positioned myself against the wall with my hands pressed flat against the brick.
Joe lifted his gun and ran the barrel along the side of my neck. “You’re going to give in? Just like that.”
“Hell no.” I grabbed his wrist, twisting it so the gun pointed toward the ground. Joe brought his knee up, but I twisted and shoved into him, slamming him back against the wall and dragging his gun hand over his head. “Let it go.”
“No. You know I won’t surrender that easily.”
“You wanted to that first night. You wanted me to fuck you right here in this dirty alley.”
“I…”
“You never wanted to arrest me. You never believed I was anything but the man you craved.”
“You’re a killer.” Joe’s eyes held mine, and in them, I saw all the complicated emotions we held for each other—love, respect, awe.
“I am, but all you have to do is say the word if you truly believe someone doesn’t deserve to die, and I’ll hold back. I trust you.”
Joe dropped the gun. It clattered against the concrete.
I laid my hands on his shoulders and pushed. “Get on your knees. Show me how much you want me.”
He had my pants open in record time. I pushed my cock into his mouth, pressing him back against the wall, holding him there as I fucked his face, rough and harsh, just the way he liked it.
Some couples wanted sweetness and romance on their wedding night, but I knew my husband. I knew this was exactly what he needed. He needed to give himself to me like he’d wanted to that night so many months ago when I’d forced him to come for me. He loved being back where it all began.
Joe gripped my thighs, his fingers flexing against my tight muscles. I slid my hands into his hair, tipping his head back and driving all the way in. He gagged around me and pushed at my legs, fighting my hold on him, but I held myself there, deep in his throat. I knew what he could take. I knew more about him than anyone else.
When I finally pulled out, he sat back on his heels and gasped for air, then he looked up at me, a challenge in his eyes. “I can take more.”
Jesus, he was fucking perfect. “I know you can. You can handle anything I want to do to you, can’t you?”
“Yes, dammit.”
“Come here.” I gripped his upper arms and jerked him to his feet, barely giving him a chance to get his balance before spinning him to face the wall and pushing him against it with the force of my body.
“Get your damn pants off,” I growled before tugging on his ear with my teeth.
“You’ve got to back up, you bastard, or I won’t be able to.”
“Maybe I should just cut them off you.”
He snorted. “Try it.”
I slid my lips along his neck and purred. “Do you really want that?”
“No. I want you to let me get my fucking hand on my fly.”
I laughed as I eased back just enough to give him the freedom to follow my orders.
When he’d shoved his pants down, I kicked at his ankles. “Spread your legs as far as you can.” The pants had him constricted, but I wanted the best access I could get.
Joe did as I said, and I used a hand on his neck and one on his hip to push his face against the wall while tugging his hips back. “Arch your back. Convince me you know this ass is mine.” I let go of his hip and brought my hand down against his bare skin.
He gasped, and I moved the hand on his throat so it was covering his mouth. “Keep it down unless you want an audience.”
6
Joe
At that point, I didn’t care if we had an audience or not. I didn’t really care about anything but getting Devil’s cock inside me. When I’d said I wanted special, I didn’t think this would be it, but being in this alley—where it all started, where I first had to admit to myself that I wanted him desperately—combined with his aggression and roughness was just what I needed to settle my nerves after the crazy day. No one had ever been able to take me out of myself the way Devil could.
I grabbed his wrist, jerking his hand away from my mouth. “Fuck me, Devil. Show me how you own my ass.”
“I’m in charge here,” he growled. “Keep your hands on the wall and don’t speak.”
“Are you going to fuck me or order me around all night?”
He spanked me again, harder this time, and I cried out again. Instead of covering my mouth, he wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed hard enough to cut off my air. I didn’t struggle. That was what he wanted. He loved it when I fought him, but I wasn’t going to give into that urge, not yet.
