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Her firm ass has me transfixed as I follow this sex-on-legs up the stairs to the room. Thoughts of sliding my dick between those cheeks have my cock jolting behind the zipper of my jeans. It’s not until she pulls out a keycard that I realize we’ve reached the room.
The minute the beep sounds and Haven’s hand turns the knob, I’m on her, gripping her waist and pushing her through the door, desperate to know what she feels like. She lets out a gasp of surprise, and I turn and shove her into the door with a knowing click. Haven’s body smacks the cold metal as it hits, causing a sudden release of breath.
“Hope you like it rough and dirty,” I warn, my tone deep and carnal.
She spins in the tight space I’ve created, a sly, almost sinister grin crosses her face, and her hand comes up dramatically, slapping me hard across my face before I can take my next breath. My head snaps to the side, the intense sting reverberating through my cheek, shocking me as suddenly she presses into me, backing me up, her hands sliding under my cut and over my shoulders, slipping it down my arms. Before she drops it to the floor, I grab it, placing it on the dresser.
“Don’t tell me you’re a fucking pussy, Alpha. With a name like that, I hoped you would give me a run for my money.” She leans in, biting my lip hard, and I release a low growl.
“Don’t disrespect the cut. Period.” My hand slides up,wrapping around her throat, and I spin us, pushing her into the dresser. The cheap motel piece shakes with the force, the television teetering from the jolt. To drive my point home, I step close, shoving my leg between her thighs, my forehead resting on hers.
She doesn’t make a sound, but there’s a fire behind Haven’s eyes as she pants, anticipating my next move. This is so different. The complete opposite of Livvy and unlike any other woman I’ve had.
My hold isn’t cutting off her air supply, but when she goes to slap me again, I’m ready for it and grab her wrist with my other hand while tightening fingers around her slender neck, just enough to have her wheezing with her next inhale.
My lips slam into hers, thrusting my tongue inside. The instant I kiss this woman, something inside me shifts. My heart races, my blood feels like lava rolling through my veins, making me burn hotter with need. Every inch of me is aching for this woman in every damn way. I rock into her roughly, the dresser rattling. Releasing my hold, I go to grab Haven’s legs, wanting to feel them wrapped around me, but she stands firm. I growl into her mouth, pressing into her hard, and the television falls on top of the cheap wood surface, the shattering of glass echoing as the screen explodes.
But neither of us stop to take in the commotion behind us. We’re too lost in the desire taking over.
I pull back, taking her in, she’s so fucking sexy. Her eyes are heavy with desire, but the fire behind her gaze has that lava erupting inside me again. She exudes confidence and strength. The splatters of blood only add to the appeal. Any sane bastard would be asking a million questions about where it came from, but I don’t give a shit.
Subconsciously, I reach out, tracing over the random splatters, entranced with the appeal that she can take care ofherself.
“Are you just going to stare all night? I thought you warned me of rough and dirty, Alpha. Or are you having trouble keeping it up? I hear that’s a problem with older—”
I spin her abruptly, cutting off her words, fisting a hand in her hair and pulling. With her back arched and how far she is pressed forward into the dresser, her ass pushes into my cock, and I can’t contain the groan that leaves my lips. “It’s best you don’t finish that sentence,” I warn, releasing Haven’s hair and moving to undo her pants. “This ass... I want to get lost in it,” I grit out, rocking into her. Images of being buried deep with her sitting reverse cowgirl are almost my undoing.
“Be careful, Alpha. I can give as good as I get,” she cautions, and in a move I don’t expect or see coming, she twists, grabbing and shoving me with surprising strength that has my cock jerking. My back slams against the flimsy wood, a loud crack surrounding us.
My breath catches from impact, and before I can inhale, she is on me, her lips on mine and a hand clutching my balls. It isn’t painful, but enough to gain my full attention. Our tongues fight for control, a battle of will, one I won’t be backing down from.
I tilt my hips, needing her to shift her hold north. The ache in my cock is becoming painful, the head leaking precum and soaking into the fabric of my briefs. I slide my hands up, ripping her white top down the middle. Then, I push her leather jacket and torn fabric over her shoulders, and they slip to the floor. Pulling back, effectively breaking our kiss, her white lace bra is a complete contrast to the innocence we both know she lacks, and I grin with appreciation. My thoughts instantly fill with images of the delicate white fabric tainted with my cum. A depraved part of me is disappointed that the blood didn’t seep through her shirt, staining the purity the color represents.
Haven leans in slowly, her breath heavy as she rests herforehead on mine. “Don’t let the color fool you. There isn’t a drop of innocence left,” she whispers against my lips, then bites my bottom lip.
Hard.
The metallic tang hits my tongue, and a deep growl reverberates through my chest. “Oh, sweetheart. I was under no illusion. Besides, after tonight, any trace that lingers, I will erase.”
Haven’s hand releases her grip on my balls, and the moment I’m free, I grasp her by the waist, lifting and not so gently tossing her on the bed. The frame releases an audible crack followed by a strained groan when she bounces.
“You’ve got thirty seconds to strip before I cut your clothes off. Thirty… twenty-nine…” She scrambles, undoing the laces on her boots before kicking them off and onto the floor. I can’t help but smile at how quickly she’s moving.
I half expected her to sass at me.
Apparently, she wants the rest of her clothes intact.
I kick off my boots, my eyes never straying from her. When she goes to slide her leather pants down, it’s obvious they aren’t as easy to slip off. I undo my jeans, and before I let them fall, I go to grab my pocket knife, but while I watch, she takes out a small knife from the back of her pants and sets it on the side table.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Do you always bring toys when you go out to play?” I raise an eyebrow, curious as to why she would carry a blade, but my eyes drop to the red stains on what’s left of her shirt.
Is that where the blood is from?
“Eighteen…” I warn, stepping out of my jeans, my mind racing with everything I want to do to this woman.
“Jesus, Alpha. A little help here?” she asks, feet braced on the bed, hips raised as she tries to push the leather down.
“Now, now, Haven. All you had to do was ask,” I state,stepping up to the bed, taking the knife, and flicking the blade open.
