Mission—shower and get out.
But I can’t stop thinking about how confidently Lex stood up for me. How he stared at the property developer like he was ready for a full-fledged war to defend me. Then after, his eyes roaming over me, the thickness in his jeans bulging like he was going to spring free and tear his zipper apart.
I lean against the shower wall. Guide the head between my breasts and down toward my sex. My clit pulses and aches when I turn the pressure up high and aim it at the sensitive spot.
I imagine him standing over me again. Looming but not in an intimidating way … or maybe slightly intimidating. In a fashion that makes my body burn.
He grabs my shoulders and shoves me against the wall. Leans down and pushes his lips to mine. Kisses me roughly and makes a groaning sound of pure desire. One hand pins me to the wall and the other glides down my body.
A moan escapes me as the shower pressure suddenly becomes his hand. He rubs against me possessively. Grinds his tattooed hand against my swollen nub and pushes his mouth against my throat.
The fantasy is so vivid, I turn my head as if he’s really in here. As if I can really feel his savage touch and teeth against my body.
Then he turns me around, tattooed hands clawing at my clothes. He tears off my denim shorts and frees his thickness, palms my slick entrance then rubs my wetness up and down his readying pole.
I look over my shoulder. Make eyes at him. Urge him to keep going. In the waking dream he stares like he did earlier, like nothing and nobody else exists or matters.
“Good fucking girl. Now, back up on my dick. Ride it.”
I slip down his length, his size fills me up. Slowly stretches me. Then he loses control and fucks me savagely. Fucks me as ruthlessly as he protected me.
I tilt the showerhead so that it’s directly on my clit, scorching it. Hot waves of euphoria flow through me.
“Come all over my dick. Cream for me, Rose. Now.”
His deep voice swells inside me at the same time as my pleasure. I buck my hips, riding the showerhead. Imagining it’s his huge cock and his hands are squeezing my ass, owning it, making me feel more possessed than a supposedly modern, independent woman should want or need.
But I don’t care. I want more. I bounce and shift against him.
Finally, I imagine him collapsing against me. Emptying his need deep inside my pussy, wave after wave of cum crashing into me as my own release makes my legs shake and my toes curl.
Gasping, I replace the showerhead. Let the water flow down me as I contemplate what I just did.
Nobody has ever made me feel like this.
Nobody’s ever come close.
3
LEX
The next day, Pash sighs down the phone. I’m in the dark. Always in the dark. It’s where I operate best.
“You shouldn’t even still be in the city, brother,” he says.
“I’m not going to run,” I growl. “I’ll hide until they think I’m gone for good. Then I’ll strike. I’ll wreck them all, Pash.”
Pavel Korolenko has been my closest friend for a long time. Not that that’s saying much. A man like me does better without friends. I do better as a lone wolf …
Which is why my nonstop thinking about my next-door neighbor is such a problem. Ever since yesterday, my body has burned for her. Wildfire scorching through me and razing my caution to the ground.
“Just stay hidden,” he says. “Please—I can’t protect you otherwise.”
“Our so-called allies might’ve turned their backs on me, Pash,” I snarl. “But do you really think I’ve fallen so far I need protection?”
“You’re right,” he says. “Sorry.”
Fear spikes in his voice. This is the sort of man I am. A beast who scares even my closest friends. I think about apologizing then decide against it. I’ve never been the type.
