“Fuck me,” I plead. “Alec, please.”
“Is this what you want?” Alec asks, moving his hips back just a fraction of an inch and then slamming forward.
I throw back my head and scream. “Yes!”
He does it again. And again. By the time the bell sounds to announce the next round, he’s fucking me hard, hips slamming against me, and I can’t keep quiet. I pray this box is soundproof, because no way I can stop myself from screaming every time Alec hits that perfect spot inside me.
Down in the ring, I swear Ashton’s eyes are glued to our box, his attention entirely on us. So much so that he takes a hit, not making any move to avoid it as it crashes into his jaw.
Alec’s hand releases mine and slides down to touch me, his palm pressing against my clit and fingers spread on either side of my pussy while he fucks me.
The fight doesn’t last more than a few seconds after that.
Ashton slams against his opponent like a tidal wave, hitting him again and again, pestering him with shots and forcing him back against the edge of the ring until, finally, he lets his guard drop for a split second.
The uppercut Ashton hits him with is almost hard enough to lift him in the air. He sways for a moment, looking stunned, before he falls down to the mat at Ashton’s feet.
Alec’s hand grips me tighter, and he brings the other up to my neck, wrapping his fingers around my throat. I let him know exactly how much I love it, gripping the rail so hard I’m afraid I might bend the metal and screaming his name.
47
ALEC
It’sincredible to watch her come undone.
Sydney throws her head back to scream, arching against my chest as I slam into her. I tighten my grip on her throat and am rewarded with her clenching around me.
She’s so perfect. Even the way her pussy squeezes around my cock is perfection. I’ve never felt anything better in all my life.
“Do you understand now?” I ask her, angling her head back down, forcing her to watch the ring where Ashton is holding his hands high above his head in victory. “This is our world.”
She swallows hard, throat constricting under my hand, but I thrust into her again until she’s screaming even more.
“It’s full of blood and violence,” I tell her. “And it could be yours, Sydney. It could be all yours.”
She’s so close. Her legs are trembling around mine, and I’m positive I’m the only thing keeping her on her feet right now. I press my hand harder against her clit, tightening my grip on her throat.
I’m not going to last much longer. It’s been a fight not to come since the second I entered her, since the moment I felt how drenched she was.
She was made for this. Made for us. And it’s time she realizes it, embraces it.
“You’d be a queen,” I tell her, slamming into her over and over. I don’t know if the words are a promise to her, or to myself. Because I want it, I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. “Ourqueen.”
“Yes!” she gasps, hips moving back to take me.
Fuck. She’s too tight around me, and I can’t slow down. I groan, slamming into her again and again, because I can’t hold back a second longer.
When she comes, I instantly follow her, each of us screaming the other’s name. She grips me like a vise, but I fight through it, burying myself as deep inside her as I can as I come.
It’s a fucking miracle I’m still standing, after.
I don’t want to pull out. I want to stay like this forever, inside her.
But I still have one more thing to do.
She whimpers when my cock slides out of her, and I plant a soft kiss on her cheek in apology.
“Stay right there,” I order. “Don’t move.”
