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He’s usually so controlled; this loss of composure is shocking. My hands find the wall behind me as he pushes his hips against mine, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“I’m going to remind you who owns you,” he growls in my ear as I rock against his cock, wanting it inside me, feeling the length, the thickness of it. I would worship it for days if I could. I’ve never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life.

I can’t help groaning as he pushes against me, no condom, barely any prep, and yet I’m so wet I could scream.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarls as he thrusts forward fiercely.

“You,” I breathe out, and I mean it down to my soul.

He grunts angrily, and then he’s fucking me so hard my back is grinding against the bricks. My legs are twisted at an uncomfortable angle, my underwear ripped and hanging from my legs, his hand covering my mouth as I groan and bite at his fingers.

I feel this crazy need to prove to him that there is no one else.

Ten minutes ago, I was saying goodbye to Noah, and now I have Oliver’s cock so far inside me I can feel it in my throat. He’s grunting and thrusting against me, his mouth finding mine, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips as he groans into my mouth.

Oliver’s hands come to rest on my ass as he gives one furtive look up the alley, where I can see bodies moving by, unaware of what’s happening in the darkness.

“You think they can see us?” he whispers. “Think they know what a fucking slut you are for my cock?” I moan against him, my arms going around his neck. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, flood you with it. One day, I might even plug you afterward, keeping it all inside you for as long as I want.”

I wail into his shoulder as I feel the first pulse of his cum as my own climax takes me. He fills me up just as he promised, so right, so forbidden that I can hardly breathe with the perfection of it.

Chapter 33

Oliver

Lissa’s body is pressed against the freezing wall in front of me, my hands on her thighs, cock still inside her, as I try to reconcile what has just happened.

What the fuck was I thinking? This is unacceptable. Am I an animal for fuck’s sake?

“I’m sorry,” I say quickly, pulling back from her a little as she blinks up at me, flushed and beautiful, the snow melting on her eyelashes. “God, let me help you…”

I can’t finish the sentence, looking at the wreck of her panties that I literally ripped off her body with my bare hands.

She’s dazed as she slides down the wall, and I quickly lift her away from it as I gently pull out of her. Her hands move down to her skirt, tugging at her coat, as I shield her from any prying eyes who might look down the alley at us.

I can’t believe what I’ve done. I just fucked her up against a wall, without a condom for the first time, five minutes after her date with another man. Not to mention the fact that I’m a respected, well-known lawyer in this city; if anyone were to see me, my career would be over.

I have lost my fucking mind.

She pulls at her clothes as I get myself under control, pushing my cock back inside my pants and berating myself for being so stupid, so impulsive, and soferal.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her. The need to claim her, to make her my own, was overwhelming. I’m not proud of it, and I watch her now, wondering what she’s thinking.

“I’m sorry,” I say again, “I shouldn’t have?—”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” she says sternly, her eyes flashing at me. “Why are you here, anyway?”

“I was walking by the restaurant and saw you and Noah together.”

“So you waited outside for me to finish my date so you could jump me?” she asks, putting her hands on her hips and looking more authoritative than I’ve ever seen her.

“Uh. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Then, whatwasyour intention?”

“To talk to you.”

“Great. How did that go?” she asks sarcastically.