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If Zeke’s chasing me, I have a shot, but if it’s West… He slams me into the wall and knocks the air from my lungs.
Pinning my arms behind my back, he drags his teeth along the skin of my neck, taunting me with the promise of what’s to come. “Gotcha, brat.”
A shiver of excitement shudders up my spine. “I thought for sure you’d have gone for Lily.” He’s so fucking good at primal play, like a goddamn bloodhound sniffing out his prey.
“But I wanted you,” he says before sinking his teeth into my neck.
My cock leaks precum from the tip. “Fuck, West,” I groan, filling the hallway with the sound of my need for him.
Quiet footsteps pad somewhere nearby, too heavy to be Lily’s.
“Is Zeke gonna be pissed that you caught me?” I ask, knowing he’ll be doubting himself.
West twists my wrists in his grip and pain lances through my shoulders. I snarl and curse, which only makes him squeeze harder.
“You have more pressing things to worry about, brat. Like how hard I’m gonna fuck you for even mentioning another man’s name when I have my fucking hands on you.”
Pleasure and pain roll through me in equal measure. I fucking love jealous West. His hand slides up my back, rough fingertips digging into my skin. He grabs the nape of my neck and pins me flat to the wall with the full weight of his body. He’s the same height as me, but he’s thirty pounds heavier on account of the weight training he does every morning. I could put up a fight, maybe even knock him on his ass and pin him to the floor with his hands above his head. My cock stiffens at the memory of the times I’ve done exactly that and how he punished me for it after. But tonight I don’t feel like fighting back. I just want West Archer any way he comes. Literally.
His hand slides to my throat, and he tilts my head back. “Shall I fuck you here in the hallway, Fitch?”
I push my ass back, rubbing it over his hard cock. “Fuck me anywhere you like, West.”
He tugs at his belt and grunts. “You’re a fucking manwhore, you know that?”
I grin, making him yank my head back further. “Yeah, so what?”
He smacks my ass. “You let just anyone fuck your tight ass, Fitch?”
“Maybe.” I let out a wicked laugh. I might not want to physically fight him tonight, but I live to push every single button this man has, and he has many.
His response is little more than a growl as I feel him finally freeing his huge cock from the confines of his pants. He fists his hands in the front of my shirt and tugs it open, sending buttons skittering across the marble floor.
“Asshole,” I mutter.
“You’re testing every last fucking shred of my patience tonight, Fitch.” He yanks the shirt down my arms and pulls it off, breaking my cufflinks in the process.
“You know you bought me those cufflinks, right?”
He pins me flat to the wall again, the hot skin of his chest scalding my back. “So I’ll buy you another pair, you fucking brat.” Sinking his teeth into the back of my neck, he opens my pants and tugs them down over my ass. Once he’s satisfied that I’m exactly how he wants me, he holds his left hand in front of my face. “Spit, baby, because it’s the only fucking lube you’re getting.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes because fuck me, this is going to hurt like a motherfucker. I collect as much saliva as I can in my mouth and spit into his open palm.
“Good boy.” He pushes the crown of his thick cock inside me, and my spit does little to ease the way. I press myself flat to the wall until there’s nowhere left for me to go.
He inches inside me, stretching me open and dragging his sinfully hot mouth along my ear. “Holy fuck, West.”
“I would have brought lube, but I knew you’d be a little brat for me and need it like this.”
He inches in further. Pain, laced with the kind of pleasure sick fucks like me get from being hurt like this, hurtles through my body. “Oh fuck!” My nails scrape down the paint on the wall as he rocks his hips and sinks deeper. “Is that all you’ve got?”
“Fuck, Fitch,” he groans, and the sound vibrates through his chest and into me. “Why do you have to fucking push me?”
I rest my forehead on the wall and suck deep breaths through my nose. “Because I love making you lose control.”
Zeke is all passion and fire and heart once he lets someone in. My chaos. He gets off on pain, but then he makes up for it by being as sweet as a fucking kitten after. But West is pure ice. My peace. Calm and controlled, rarely letting emotion cloud his decision-making. He only hurts me when he loses control, so the pain he gives me comes with the satisfaction of knowing that I’m the one who caused him to let go of the reins, if only for a little while.
He pulls out and sinks in deep again, his hot breath on my ear and his free hand gripping my cock. “You’re mine. You got that? Mine.”
