My eyes land on her. “You sure you wanna do this and risk your ass being stamped on every newspaper that gives a fuck?”
She doesn't answer, just nods her head like a fucking maniac.
Fucking hell.
Leaving her underwear on, my hands find her ass. Her legs wrap around my waist at the exact moment that she lines me up, swallowing me in one brutal thrust.
The heat of her clamps around me, wet and tight, and I groan, head thumping back against the brick. She doesn't wait, starts riding me hard, hips slamming down, grinding against me like she's trying to break something.
Her hands go to my throat, fingers wrapping around, squeezing just enough to make my pulse thud against her palms.
“Yeah, fuck,” I rasp, voice strained from the pressure. “Choke me harder, Ivy. Be a good girl and make it hurt.”
She tightens her grip, nails digging into my skin, and I feel my airway narrow, the burn building in my chest. It sends a jolt straight to my dick, buried deep inside her. She's fucking herself on me harder now, each drop of her hips violent enough to punch the air from my lungs—or maybe that's her fingers crushing my windpipe.
Her breath comes in broken gasps against my ear, hot and wet, her tits crushing against my chest.
I could flip us. Could slam her against this wall and pound into her until she screams. But I don't. I let her think she owns this moment, let her grind that swollen clit against me like she's trying to split herself open, chasing that edge with single-minded desperation.
“Such a filthy little slut for my cock,” I say, words scraping out between her squeezes. “Look at you, choking me while you fuck yourself on it. You love this, don't you? Taking control like the desperate whore you are.”
Her eyes flash, a mix of anger and heat, and she squeezes tighter, cutting off my air for a beat. Black spots dance in my vision, but I thrust up into her once, hard, making her gasp and falter.
Laughter spills from my mouth, echoing through the alley.
She recovers, slamming down again, her walls clenching around me, slick sounds echoing off the walls.
“Fuck you,” she hisses, but her thighs tremble, her rhythm turning erratic. She's close, grinding her clit against my base with every drop.
I squeeze her ass to steady her, fingers digging in enough to bruise. “Come on, baby. Come all over me. Take it. Own it.”
She shudders, her chokehold tightening one last time as her orgasm hits, body seizing up, pulsing around me. I feel her drench me, hot and wet, and that's all it takes. I thrust up twice more, brutal and deep, spilling into her with a choked groan, her fingers still locked around my throat.
She slumps against me, hands loosening, chest heaving. I suck in air, the burn in my lungs mixing with the aftershocks twitching through my cock still inside her.
Pressing her lips against my chest, she bites. Hard. “Don't ever wake me up from a deep sleep again.”
“Ouch!” I laugh, lowering her slowly to the ground. She said it to joke, but all it does is remind me that we're on a timer, and in three days, all of this is going to be over.
Chapter 23
Ivy
Parker arrived home early. None of us were prepared. These past weeks, or more so days, have been nothing more than a cruel reminder of what’s coming.
That Asher and I aren’t destined to last.
I finally get the zipper up and turn to examine myself in the full-length mirror. The black dress is simple, elegant—everything I'm not. It’s all a lie. But it'll work for tonight's ceremony, and then I’ll have to find something for tomorrow.The dreaded birthday that I’m going to hate even more so than any others.
Asher's been planning like it's a fucking national holiday. I don’t know why. It’s only going to be the longest goodbye ever.
My phone buzzes.
You got my leash on?
I trace the diamonds with my thumb.
You already know it is because the fucking thing doesn't come off…
