HIS HEAD JERKED TO THE side, and blood spurted from the corner of his mouth as I landed one final punch right to his jaw. He whimpered and fell to the floor, unused to being taught memorable lessons. He was the definition of silver-spoon-fed, and people had been giving him exactly what he wanted since forever.
No one told him you couldn’t take what didn’t agree to give.
But he wouldn’t fucking forget being told now. Not ever.
If he did, I’d make sure he wouldn’t have the opportunity to forget anything again.
“You don’t make the rules here,” I spat, nudging his limp body with my foot. “Look at me, you fuck!” I yelled.
Strained, his effort so large it made his eyes flutter and flirt with unconsciousness, he lifted his head from the floor and aimed it at me. His eyes were swollen shut, but apparently, the dumb fuck wasn’t too stupid to follow the sound of my voice anyway.
“I won’t see you anywhere ever again. If we’re in the same goddamn pasta aisle at the grocery store, you better hope I don’t recognize your ugly fucking face.”
He nodded, a moan gurgling the loose blood in his mouth with the motion.
Rage held my shoulders high, up around my goddamn ears, as I closed my eyes and fought to calm myself.
“Get him fucking out of here,” I ordered to the room at large. With Hare, Damien, and Cal looking on, I didn’t care if it took one or all of them. They better make this scum-sucking asshole’s body disappear.
Damien jumped forward first, grabbing the guy by the armpits and dragging, but Cal, obviously amped up about the assault on Alex, shoved him out of the way and grabbed the guy by the hair.
“Ahhh!” he screamed, the follicles on his head no match for the bulk of his supposedly strong body. No amount of muscle could make this cocksucker anything but weak.
“All of you,” I ordered, my voice grating on dangerous. “Get out.”
Alex was the first to move from her position in the corner, shaking a little as she stepped over the pool of blood left behind and attempted to skirt by me without a touch.
I planted a soft hand on her trim belly to bring her to a stop.
Fiery, fearful blue eyes climbed and climbed until they found mine and stayed there.
“You stay,” I commanded gently.
Her skin was hot, even more so than normal, and I could feel the thrum of her frantic heart all the way down in her stomach.
I waited impatiently to say or do anything else as the others shuffled out of the room at what seemed like an incorrigibly slow pace. My mind was too chaotic, the absolutely possessive aggression I felt entirely too foreign.
Careful control was an integral part of my life. Every day, every moment, I was watched for weakness. Thanks to my late father, I’d learned very early on that emotion was one of the easiest ways to expose one. But now, having watched that asshole put his hands on Alex, as well as I’d maintained control on the outside, internally, I was madness. Soul-sucking, mind-altering, life-changingly mad.
“Relax, little one,” I told Alex, even as my own adrenaline seemed to surge harder.
She nodded as I slid my hand from her stomach and over to her hip, clenching the flesh with my fingertips so hard she gasped.
Immediately, I released her and tucked my face into the hollow where her neck met her collarbone. “I’m sorry,” I said. It was, perhaps, the first time I’d ever felt the urge to apologize in my life. But I’d brought her to this place, into a world where entitled men came in concentrated droves, and in that moment, I hated it. I wanted her innocence back. I wanted everything that touched her to be gold.
“It’s all right,” she whispered shakily, her hand coming up slowly to hover just above my hair. I could feel it there, feel the way her whole body trembled as she fought with herself over whether to touch me or not.
“Do it,” I whispered. It was half plea, half order, and as her hand finally settled there, digging into the sweat-dampened shoots of hair, I found myself hoping it was the first that persuaded her.
She was so sweet, so perfect, so everything a man like me didn’t deserve. But it didn’t matter if I was good for her or not, I needed her to be mine. Arousal roared down the back of my spine and made me growl. I slid my hands down her sides, over the round curves of her ass, and down the backs of her thighs and in.
The hot air from her gasp of surprise grazed my cheek as I lifted, pulling her legs around my hips, and took three long strides to push her back against the wall.
My cock rubbed desperately at the apex of her thighs, fighting to free itself from the clothing barrier between us.
“Matt,” she said. Her voice was delicate, pure, and just as eager as my cock was. She wants me.
Even after seeing me for exactly what I am, she wants me.
I rocked my hips forward and ground across the sensitive clit at the top of her pussy.
“You want me inside you, don’t you?” I taunted with a question meant as a statement.
“Yes,” she answered, pulling at the material of my shirt until it came free from my pants. I grabbed what little material of her skirt there was left and yanked it up, above the top of her thighs, to settle on her hips.
“You want me to fuck this perfect little cunt until you ache.”
“Yes,” she agreed with a moan.
“You won’t fight me. Won’t ask me to stop. Will you?”
“No,” she denied frantically, shoving at the shoulders of my jacket until they fell from my large frame. I held her pinned to the wall as I let go of her to allow it drop to the ground and then brought my hands back around her thighs and grabbed both sides of the gusset of her panties. A soft, delicate lace perfect for Alex’s features, they ripped easily.
“You’d beg me if I asked you to, wouldn’t you, little Alex? Suck my cock all night long until I told you you could stop, just so I’d play with your pussy until you come.”
“Yes.” She moaned, her head dropping back to rest against the wall. “God, yes.”
All the years I’d been doing what I had, all the people I knew, and her simple agreement had me feeling more powerful than any of it.
With one hand, I gripped her ass and lifted her higher, while I used the other to bring her chin back forward.
“Look at me,” I instructed. “Every fucking second, you’re going to know I’m the one fucking you.”
Her hands worked at the buckle of my belt and the button on my pants until she had my hard cock bare and in her hand.
Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at my size. At six foot six, I was proportionately adorned with an above-average dick. “Oh, I think I’ll remember it’s you, all right.”
My smile was cocky. “Don’t worry, little one. I won’t hurt you.”
It’d take every ounce of willpower I had as I pushed inside her, but I wouldn’t falter. The only thing she’d be thinking after I claimed her was that she wanted more.
“Fuck, Matt. I saw it before, while you were in the shower, but I think the glass was made of the same stuff as car mirrors.”
I laughed outright at her wittiness. “Objects are definitely larger than they appeared.”
“Please,” I offered. “Go on.”
She smacked at my shoulder, and my eyes jumped to it as if it weren’t my own. No one had ever dared smack at me playfully before.
She wasn’t scared of me. At least, not enough to stay away. I couldn’t believe how brave she shouldn’t have been. Maybe she’s a little mad too. Crazy enough to think this world and I were something worthy of her. Hell, maybe we’re all mad here.
Call me a caveman, but I didn’t give a fuck about using a condom with her.
It wasn’t something I’d made a point of doing, but little Alex was different.
She was fucking special. Mine.
I even felt a small pang of disappointment over the knowledge that she was on the pill. And I’d known that fact ever since Cal had brought her file into my office.
“I fucking need to be bare inside of this perfect cunt,” I told her and she moaned.
“Yes, I n-need that, too,” she whimpered, and her gaze stayed fixated on my cock.
Eagerness to feel her around me fully renewed, I wrapped the long fingers of my hands around her ass and grazed the skin of her pussy to make sure she was ready for me.
Excitement coated her entirely, even running down the skin of her thighs as I lifted her up and brought her back down slowly. Inch by inch, I claimed the spasming, welcoming flesh of her cunt.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her arms shaking as she wrapped them tightly around my shoulders.
“Matt,” I corrected cheekily.
She smiled, and it was so fucking radiant, I didn’t hesitate. Heartbeat to heartbeat, I pressed my lips to hers and ran my tongue along the seam to force my way inside.
There was something even more forbidden about our first kiss coming after I was already seated fully inside her, and it made it more memorable.
I felt her reaction everywhere, including within the tight grip of her pussy, and it made me want to take her harder.
“Am I too big now?” I teased and asked at once.
She moaned her answer. “No. You feel…so right. Move harder.”
Goddamn.
Right.
Fully unleashed, my movement savage, almost brutal, I brought myself out and in again, quicker and quicker until she couldn’t catch her breath.
“Matt,” she chanted. “Matt, Matt, fuck.”
Her chest bloomed with a rose-colored blush, each jarring stroke making her perfect tits bounce in her skimpy top. I buried my face, licking and sucking on the flesh, but I wanted her nipples.
“Get rid of this shirt,” I growled. Her hands fiddled with the buttons uselessly, too close to her orgasm to make them function.
“Fucking rip it,” I ordered, crazy with the need to suck on the perfect dusky nipples I’d been picturing since the first day I met her.
After a brief hesitation born of uncertainty, she grabbed the material and yanked until buttons popped loose and flew everywhere.
I closed my mouth over her bra, the thin material barely there but still too much all the same. “Now the bra,” I instructed gruffly.
She pulled the cups down and the straps off of her shoulders since the material was too sturdy to rip and the clasp was in the back, but the details didn’t matter. All that mattered were her perfect tits and the feel of her climax milking the fuck out of my cock as I surrounded her nipple and sucked hard.
Pleasure ripped at the nerves along my spine and grabbed hold of my balls when she clutched my head and held it to herself. Lost to everything, I pounded inside her, cradling the backs of her hips with my hands to save them from the brutality of the slightly rough wall, and I came so hard she groaned at the feel of it.
Her pants were erratic as she fought to catch her breath, and I moved my lips from her tits, up the line of her neck, and right to the shell of her ear.
“Keep that pussy ready, little Alex. I’m going to spend the rest of the night coating you with my come.”