I watch as she tires herself out, letting some of the rage out on something that won’t fight back.
“Might feel better to take that out on me, Boss. I won’t leave scrapes and bruises the way that brick will.”
Lexi pauses, her upper lip curling as she turns to face me again. “You’ll just leave bite marks that last for a week.”
“You’re welcome.” I shoot her a wink.
“I want to forget about her,” Lexi whispers. Her eyes fly up to mine, and I watch as she swallows, waiting for me to take the reins.
“Do you need me to fuck you,bella?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Make me forget everything but your cock, Wilder.”
She doesn’t have to ask me any nicer than that. I’m not really a rose petals kinda guy anyway.
I take a step, closing the distance between us, my shadow falling over her as her neck tilts back, back, back, to keep her eyes on mine.
The monster beneath my skin purrs at her gulp.
“Right here on the alley wall where everyone can see you getting dicked down the way you need it?”
She sucks in a shaky breath, eyes closing for a second at the visual, and I just know her pussy is prepping for me. Warmth is spreading between her thighs, making her slick and ready, while her nipples pebble and beg for my teeth, the way her clit likes to be treated rough.
“Or should I take you inside, so no one sees what a dirty fucking girl you are when you take my cock, Lexi? Let you beg for it in private?”
“I won’t be begging for it,” she bites back.
“Once was enough,” I admit, and I watch as her eyes heat, seething. “I’ll never forget how good you look on your knees,bella. It’s almost as good as you looked with my cock in yourthroat. Imagine how pretty your pussy will be when it’s trying to take me next.”
“You’re insufferable,” she whispers, but she doesn’t budge.
“And you’ve gotten cocky. Just because you’re blessed with no gag reflex you think the rest of you can take me with no problem? You think this tight little ass will stretch for me as pretty as your throat did? That your pussy won’t choke on me?”
Her cheeks flush, and it spurs me on.
“It’s time you got reminded that you might be the boss out there, but in here—” I cup her pussy through her jeans, palming her roughly. “I’m the boss. This pussy is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Your orgasms. Mine.”
I can feel her legs tremble around my hand, and I add more pressure.
“Now make up your mind. I’m running out of patience. Out in the alley or inside?”
Her nostrils flare like they do when she’s extra pissed, and I bite back my smirk. I want her worked up until she’s exploding around my cock. By the time I let her leave tonight, the only name she’ll remember ismine.
And, shit, if my soldier doesn’t like that visual. It knocks against my stomach, breaching the constraints of my waistband and reaching for my belly button, eager to sink inside her.
My hands twitch at my sides, flexing, ready to grab her and yank her pants down, throw her up on my waist and fuck her against this wall until she’s screaming and we give this town something worthwhile to talk about.
The night Lexi woke half the town, bouncing on the pierced cock of a tattooed ex-con.
But she turns and bolts for the door, me right on her heels. I lock the door behind us and chase her up the stairs, hands on her ass, hoisting her up so she moves even faster.
“I still hate you,” she calls back over her shoulder as we round the doorway into the office we share to her dismay. The venom that used to be in her words to me isn’t there though.
“You hate me? Or the way I make you feel?” I ask her, spinning her around so she’s facing me again, and walking her backward until she bumps back against the desk. “Because I think your pussy would say otherwise.” I press three fingers against her denim-clad cunt, and watch as she shivers.
Kneeling down, I unbutton her jeans and peel them from her thick thighs, purring as her skin breaks free from its constraints.
I take my time removing her underwear, tracing her legs as I pull them off, and she groans, throwing her head back.
