Page 2 of Steel Rain

I bit down on the shell of her ear.

“I’m going to need more of this.” I thrust hard, my body slamming into hers as the wall kept her from escaping my thrust.

She moaned, then let out a deep breath. I pulled out, just enough for the frigid January air to hit our skin before I pushed deep inside again.

Her sweet little whimpers made my cock bounce. I was afraid I wasn’t going to last long enough.

What was this little viper doing to me? This cold, frigid Amazon with her warm, wet cunt. So perfect.

“Feels like you were built just for me.” I pulled the neck of her shirt aside, exposing the tender flesh of a graceful shoulder and I bit down hard against it. I wanted to mark her skin. I wanted to leave a bit of myself on her flesh for others to see.

It was as if I could tag her, release her into the wild, and chase her down for sport. I could pin her like a wild animal, bite down on her throat as I had my violent way with her in a forest.

Maybe my thoughts were wild because I had been so dead inside for so long. I was clinging to anything that made me feel alive.

“You’re so sentimental,” she said between gasps.

I pistoned faster and faster into her heat, feeling her walls contract at the friction. The sound of our bodies rhythmically crashing together was so addicting. So intoxicating.

My balls tightened, ready to release. I bit down on the back of her neck, sucking the flesh between my teeth as she screamed. She took her hand off the wall and covered her mouth to stifle her sounds. I didn’t care if she screamed the whole neighborhood down. They could come and watch.

I wrapped my hand up her shirt, cupping a plump breast just as I released deep inside her. My seed coated her insides, on and on as I groaned in pleasure. I bit down on her shoulder again, pulling her body flush against me, knowing that I’d be spilling out of her as soon as our bodies separated.

I enjoyed the feel of our combined fluids on my cock. I righted those panties onto her ass, and helped her pull up her jeans, all while I admired the blue bruise forming on the back of her neck - leaving the perfect imprint of my teeth marks.

She straightened from the wall, buttoning her jeans.

She turned to me and gave me a slight smile.

“Thanks, sailor,” she said with a wink.

Then walked with the dignity of a fucking queen out of the alley.

“When do I see you again, Snow White?” I called out to her.

“Not in this lifetime,” she said with a two-finger wave from over her shoulder, not even sparing me a second glance.

Was that meant to deter me? Because it wouldn’t work. Everything she was doing just made me want to own her more.

Chapter 2

Ajax

Thefamiliarscentofhuman struggle tickled my nose. The two fighters in the octagon circled like roosters scratching around a hen house. Sweat, blood and exertion clung to the air, electrifying my senses, and sharpening my mind.

I looked longingly at the far corner of the octagon, where the coaches bellowed commands at their fighters.

I should be there right now. I should be up against the chains, watching one ofmyfighters. I did not belong here, in the fucking audience, with the suit and tie pricks.

It was in that corner, in this exact arena, when my life was yanked from me. When the Russian Mafia attacked my fighter, I had backed her play and fought beside her. I felt the ache in my stomach of where the bratva bullet took me down. I almost died. Hell, maybe I should have died.

On my worst days, I wish that I could go back and tell the Irish Mob to fuck off as they hauled me out of there, saving my life. Indebted, I agreed to train the Irish soldiers for a coming war.

I wish I had never made that bargain with the devil. I wish I had never shaken Eoghan Green’s hand. That was the moment the fire inside me flickered into nothingness.

It was simple depression. I knew that. I knew that I had to find joy in the little things, to refill my spark as best I could. But it was becoming harder and harder. That’s why I accepted the little back-alley fuck. I took one look at her, saw that we were like twin flames, holding on for dear life, and Ifeltsomething other than this overwhelming heaviness in my limbs. Like I was always fighting a current, trying to make my way upstream.

For a second, the thought of not waking up tomorrow didn’t bring me a sense of exhausted acceptance.

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