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“Go to hell.” But I can’t deny it, unsure of my own feelings—these fucking excruciating emotions that beg me to surrender and fall into Alex, to just lose myself completely in the pleasure.
He picks my feet off the floor and carries me toward one of the stalls. With what fight I have left, I plant my foot to the cinderblock wall and kick off, smashing his back into the stall.
The hinges creak, and the flimsy divider gives a fraction. I struggle to free one of my hands and claw my nails down his forearm. He stumbles back harder into the stall. It splinters, cracking until the boltsclinkto the tile.
“I’ll tear the world down with you, if that’s what it takes,” he says, his heavy breaths an erotic sound at my ear, our chests rising together in sync. “Shatter for me, baby. I’ll let you break against me.”
A violent tremble takes hold of my body. I hate every word from his mouth. I hate the pressure building in my chest. I hate the ache that threatens to rip me in half.
“I hate you—”
Alex pushes away from the divider and releases me, but only to turn my back flat to the broken surface of the stall. His gaze is molten, a blazing blue that steals my breath.
“You can hate-fuck that pussy against my mouth until I suffocate,” he says, his hands taking hold of my jeans. He shoves my jeans down, towing my panties with them, and drops to his knees.
My lungs threaten to burst as I breathe through the devastating sensation of his mouth surrounding me. My eyes fasten shut as I let him strip my shoes and pants off so he can bring my leg over his shoulder. He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I press my palms to the cool stall, needing to be grounded.
The arousing sensation of his stubble grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs sends me reeling, and I undulate my hips, begging for more friction.
Alex latches on to my thigh as he licks a hard seam up my slit. His tongue skillfully plunders between my lips as he works my clit harder, making me shiver. The yearning to crest is overwhelming, and the edges of fear bleed into euphoria. I’m so close to losing all control.
I tunnel my fingers into his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and grip hard. He groans against me, bringing on the first wave of the pending orgasm, and my core pulses with aching need.
I cry out and bring my knee up against his jaw.
Alex curses and staggers back, planting a hand behind him to break his fall. He stares up at me with gritted teeth and hot anger searing the edges of his restrained desire. The sight of smeared blood along his lip pulls at some base craving within me.
We go for each other at the same time.
His hands clasp around my waist as my nails sink into his bare shoulders. Our mouths collide, all savage, vicious want, and the coppery tang of blood bleeds into the kiss, turning it brutal, punishing.
He smashes my back against the stall, and the weak panel finally gives completely. Alex brings my chest against his and deftly swivels me on top of his body as the divider crashes into the next stall, then slides to the floor.
All my weight bears down on him, our bodies fused together, but we’re too far gone to care about the wreckage around us. The need to tear through every barrier preventing us from touching, skin to skin, is shred in violent fury as he snaps my bra away and I work his jeans open.
We wrestle the rest of our clothing from our bodies while lashing into each other with intent to feel every kiss, bite, stroke, our hands and limbs tangling. As Alex kicks his pants down his legs, he breaks the kiss.
“Wait,” he says, breaths torn, chest expanding with each vital intake.
“No. Take off your pants,” I demand, the torturous idea of waiting any longer too painful. I can’t allow my mind to have time tothink.
“Blakely, wait—” The urgency in his voice breaks through the hazy lust between us, and I pull back slowly.
With eyes sealed tight, he says, “Grayson did something…”
The way he chokes on the last syllable, panic flares inside my chest. I lift up to glance down at his crotch, fearful a deranged serial killer severed a certain body part—but no. Ifelthim, hard and long and pressed into me.
Did he cut off his balls?
Searching his body, I finally see what Alex is referring to, and all I can say is: “Huh. That’s…fitting.”
He sighs heavily beneath me. “He gave me a literal countdown until he comes for us.”
Tentatively, I reach behind me and run my fingers over the inflamed skin. “Jesus.” I carefully touch the wires fuckingstitchedinto his flesh.
The glass face of an old pocket watch has been sewn into his calf. The secondhand jumps, counting down the minutes, and I can’t help but to observe the time.
We’ve lost all track of it while we’ve been inside this room, closed off from the world. And I realize that’s never happened before, not where Alex is concerned. Every moment at the cabin together, time was measured, recorded. Unescapable.
