“Roman…”
“Patience.” I pressed a chaste kiss to her pulse point before leaning back and wrapping my free hand around her throat, loving how it looked there. In an alley where anyone could discover us, everything about this was deprived, dirty, dangerous. Perfect.
I pushed a finger inside her at the same time as I tightened my grip around her neck, and she let out a strangled cry, her hands reaching for me so she could hold on. I eased out my finger, pushing in a second that had her moaning out my name.
“You need to be quiet, little menace; otherwise, I’ll have to help you.”
I didn’t look away as I fucked my fingers in and out of her. Tight, wet walls stretched around me, and her arousal dripped onto my hand as I moved. She closed her eyes, her neck stretching when her head fell back.
She looked so hot, my cock ached to be a part of the action, but it would have to wait. Right now, I just wanted to make Hana come on my fingers.
I released a little tension from her neck, not wanting her to pass out, and her eyes popped open as if she was annoyed I’d stopped.
I leaned my forehead to hers for a moment. “Fuck, you’re such a whore for it, aren’t you? I love watching you like this.” I added a third finger, and she cried out, making me pause, but she shook her head at my hesitation.
“Keep going,” she begged. “I’ll be quiet. Just please don’t stop.” I moved slower, my thumb circling her clit until her cries became too loud and I worried we’d get caught, so I moved my hand to her mouth, pressing my palm to her lips.
She watched me with wide, watery eyes, her mascara smudged, her hair falling from her ponytail. She looked stunning but wrecked all at the same time.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Her body tightened, squeezing my fingers like a vice as her orgasm railed through her; her fingers digging into my biceps so hard, I hoped they left scars to be a permanent reminder of this moment.
I finger-fucked her slowly as she cried and whimpered behind the safety of my palm, dragging out every ounce of pleasure until she wrapped her hand around my wrist and shook her head. I dropped my hand from her mouth and eased my fingers out of her as her head fell to my shoulder until her breathing steadied.
When she looked up, there was so much emotion in her expression that guilt stabbed me in the heart. What I was doing was wrong. I was meant to be looking out for her, protecting her, not defiling her in an alley because I was desperate for my fix.
But before I could apologise, she took hold of my forearm and guided my fingers to her lips, smearing her cum over them as she cupped my hard cock with her other hand, rubbing gently, which was enough to almost make me break.
“Hana,” I warned.
“Taste me,” she whispered, before standing on her tiptoes and pressing her mouth to mine while she took hold of my face, raking her fingers through my beard as I groaned at my first taste of her cum.
Before we could get carried away with round two, my phone beeped annoyingly in my back pocket. I pulled it out, the light from the screen sending a glow over our faces. I glanced at the message.
“Shit, I have to go. Work. But I’ll walk you to your car.”
She looked briefly disappointed before dropping her eyes to my crotch. “What about that?”
“That will go down as soon as you’re not around, but I won’t forget you owe me an orgasm, little menace.”
“Is that right?”
I winked. “And I will be claiming it when you least expect it.”
She rolled her eyes as I helped her ease up her leggings. “Maybe no more grabbing me. I let you off easy this time.”
I touched my nose, which was still tender from where she’d hit me earlier. “I’ll remember that.”
19
HANA
I sat in the bath,flicking through my social media feed as my phone beeped.
Unknown: Time to come home. Turn on your work phone.
My phone clattered to the floor, bile filling my mouth. I practically leapt out of the bath, wrapping a towel around me, my hands shaking so much it took me a couple of tries to get them to cooperate.
