Page 2 of Desperate Decisions

“Hop on, little slut. Let’s get your ass to Roma.”

Over the course of the drive I had a lot of time to think, to ask questions. Like fuck, why didn’t he have an Italian accent when he spoke English? And why had he first started talking to me in English and not Italian? Maybe he was a tourist too. He certainly looked Italian.

Every time we had to stop, I looked behind me, searching for a tail, but there was no sign of one.

Just before we hit the city limits of Rome, he pulled into the property for a beautiful hotel.

“This isn’t the airport.”

“I checked flight times when we were last stopped. We have time for a little gratitude.”

“Here?”

“You’d rather the airport parking lot or back alley? Because those can be arranged.”

Gross. I hated alley sex. I always touched something unidentifiable and sticky. “Here’s great.”

I should’ve just offered to pay him instead of panic offering him anything, but it was too late now. He handed the bike off to the valet and crooked his fingers for me to follow him inside. I tottered after him under the weight of my backpack and gawked at the opulence as he secured us one of the rooms.

“How long are you expecting this to take?” I asked.

“We have time,” he repeated.

So helpful…

“Do you have your license with you?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Answer the question.”

“In my wallet.”

“Let me see it.”

“Because that’s not stalker-y sounding at all.” I got it out anyway because I wasn’t sure what else to do once I was trapped in this room with him. His face betrayed nothing when he looked at it before tossing it back.

“What?”

“Nothing. Curious where you were from.”

“You know regular people just ask that sort of thing.”

I dropped my bag inside and he was on me like a fucking barnacle. Without panic tainting my senses, or the wind from travel diluting his scent, it hit me full force. Allspice and amaretto. Alpha. It was sweeter than I’d expected, but the sharpness of the amaretto was like I was huffing over the bottle, my mind getting sloppy and drunk just from his proximity. My body reacted instantly, slick pooling between my thighs, and goosebumps raising across my skin. He was definitely on the prettier end of the spectrum for randos I’d gotten with for some reason or another, but he smelled fucking delicious compared to the others.

All those stupid omega instincts that served us better in the Stone Age than the modern world were absolutely delighted. We craved softness, but that little subconscious pocket in our minds was an absolute ho for displays of strength. Apparently desperation was the name of the game today. I had started out fearing for my life and now the only thing I feared was that he would take his pleasure and leave me high and dry.

He held my throat, forcing me to stand on my toes to look up at him. “On your knees, omega.”

Before he could push me down to the ground, I latched my fingers into the collar of his shirt and dragged his face to mine. He obviously hadn’t expected me to kiss him, because his grip on my throat tightened, and his scent exploded in the air, drowning me as I took my fill of his lips. He had no right to taste that good. A man who accepted a blowjob in return for a ride wasn’t anyone I wanted to get mixed up with, but since I’d gotten myself into this situation, I might as well steal enjoyment where I could.

He had a mouth made for sin—soft lips, hard jaw, demanding tongue. Fuck me sideways, I was going to get off just from his kiss at this rate. Every inch of me was alight with desire and my pussy throbbed.

Eventually his impatience grew and he shoved me down. I winced at the impact of my knees against the stone floor, but I had a payment to give so I pushed through. He looked so fucking satisfied, staring down at me as I undid the button and zipper of his leather pants. His cock eagerly awaited my attention. It was pretty nice as far as cocks went, not that the appendages were all that aesthetic to begin with.

I circled the tip with my tongue, but my ride wasn’t in a patient mood. I choked when he grabbed two handfuls of my hair and fucked in as far as my body would allow. My eyes watered and I dug my fingers into his leather pants. I caught snatches of breath each time he pulled out, but the brutal force of each buck had panic rising in my chest.

Stay calm.

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