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The vibration hits me harder, and my panting becomes heavier. “Please,” I beg, pushing back against him again. “Take me.”
He doesn’t hesitate, pressing his oiled tip to my ass, and this time, he gives me exactly what I crave. His thick cock stretches me wide as he slowly pushes into me, taking me inch by inch as I suck in a gasping breath.
God it burns, but I need so much more.
I try to relax around him, sucking in breaths through a clenched jaw. “Too big,” I groan, rubbing at my clit and trying to focus on the vibrations rather than the intense stretch.
“You can take me,” he says, just as desperate as I am.
I breathe through it until he’s finally seated all the way inside of me, and then he pauses, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size. “This sweet ass belongs to me, Kyah,” he tells me, slowly beginning to pull back.
Then with a powerful thrust, his fingers dig into my hips, and he slams back inside me. “You are mine.”
“Ahh, fuck,” I cry.
He pulls back, this time going just a little slower, giving me a moment to recover before taking me again, and with each new thrust, I push back, taking him deeper.
I’ve never been stretched like this, and as I keep working my clit and my vibrator hums deep inside of me, I feel that familiar hunger starting to build deep in my core. I clench my eyes, every passing second becoming more intense until my panting gasps have turned into full-blown cries of pleasure.
“Oh, God,” I cry, not caring if the neighbors hear. “I’m going to come.”
His only response is to dig his fingers deeper into my skin, and I know that by tomorrow, I’ll have the perfect impression of his fingers bruised on my hips.
He thrusts into me one more time, and I can’t hold onto it a second longer. I come hard, my orgasm exploding through me like a sonic blast. Everything starts to shake as my knees give out, and if it weren’t for his strong hands at my hips, I surely would have crumbled.
I clench around him, and as my walls convulse, he sucks in a sharp breath before roaring his release. He shoots hot spurts of cum deep into my ass, and as he holds me, I collapse against my bedroom wall, unable to handle it a second longer.
“Fucking hell,” he hisses as I struggle to catch my breath. “I knew you were ready to play.”
My back stiffens. Ready to play? Why does that sentence keep popping up in my life? He wrote it on my wall, probably in the same exact lipstick I’m wearing on my lips right now, but then I heard Alex mention it at High Voltage Ink when I rode him on my tattooing chair.
That couldn’t be a coincidence, right?
Is my stalker Alex? Has he been making a fool of me this whole time? It has to be him. Nothing else makes sense. He has a key to my apartment, he’s close by, knows when I’m home and when I’m at work. How could I have been so blind?
My brows furrow, and as he pulls out of me, I go to whip around, reaching for my blindfold, only as I steady myself on my heels, I find him already gone. “Wait,” I call after him, racing out of my bedroom, my gaze shooting toward the open window. “Wait.” But just like last time, he’s already long gone. It’s as though he knew I’d figured it out.
I shake my head, still so wound up and shaky from that intense orgasm, and with the vibrator still going to town inside of me, I hastily reach to pull it out and turn it off. My body instantly starts to relax, but my mind is far from it.
Surely I’m thinking too much into this. I know Alex likes to push the limits and live on the wild side, but there’s no way in hell he would do this. He wouldn’t cross my boundaries like that . . . and Viper? No. I refuse to believe it.
My mind is a mess of insanity, and before I even know what I’m doing, I’m out the door and pounding my fist against Alex’s door. “Open up,” I yell, banging a closed fist against the wood. “Open the door.”
I hear grunts and groans from inside, and it seems to take a lifetime before I hear the sound of Alex working the locks on the other side of the door. He quickly pulls it open, his dark gaze coming right to mine. “What the hell, Mace? It’s three in the fucking morn—” he cuts himself off, his eyes widening as he takes me in, and I realize far too late that I look like a Victoria’s Secret wet dream, not to mention the heels and lipstick that I failed to lose along the way. “Well, fuck. Guess my birthday came early this year.”
“I . . .” I let my words fade away as I take a moment to really look at him. He’s shirtless, his tattoo still bandaged across his chest, and the only clothes he wears are a pair of loose basketball shorts. His dark, unruly hair is a little more unruly than usual, as though he’d just been asleep, and I simply stare at him, unsure what to think. “You’ve . . . you’ve been here all night?”
“What the fuck is this about?” he asks, his gaze lifting above my head and into my apartment with a deep curiosity. “Are you okay?”
“No, I . . . you weren’t just in my apartment?” I ask, realizing I was wrong. Alex isn’t my stalker. Besides, he just crawled out of bed. My stalker was fully dressed, and I highly doubt he would have had enough time to climb out of my window, get to the bottom, and race back up the fire escape on the other side of the building in time to answer his door.
“As much as I wish I were in your apartment, spending my night in your bed with my face between those creamy legs, I’ve been right here.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell him, my brows furrowed as I start to feel myself beginning to spiral. “It’s just this whole stalker thing. I could have sworn it was you. Something he said just reminded me of something you said at High Voltage Ink and I just . . . I guess I hoped it was you so I could quit freaking out about it.”
“Shit, Mace. He’s been there again?” he says, stepping into me and pulling me into the safety of his warm arms. “You did all of this for him?”
I nod against his chest before remembering his fresh ink and tilting my head again, not wanting to hurt him. “Yeah, I’m sorry,” I say. “I know considering everything that’s going on between us, that probably isn’t the easiest thing to hear, but he left this lingerie set out for me with a blindfold, and I didn’t want to risk him showing up in my apartment to find I hadn’t obeyed his instructions. I know that’s a bullshit, lame excuse, but until I know just how dangerous this guy is, I don’t want to do anything to set him off.”
