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One night, in a dimly lit alley reeking of piss and damp concrete, a man had grabbed me from behind, yanking me against his chest. His breath was hot on my neck, his intention more than clear. I’d been panicked, but reacted on pure instinct. My hand had shot to the switchblade in my boot. As his fingers had tightened on my arm, I’d turned and struck, the blade slicing across his throat. It wasn’t deep enough to kill—more of awarning, but the thin line of blood blooming against his skin sent him staggering back, cursing all the while. That was all I’d needed to get out of there. I ran like hell, heart pounding, and never looked back.
The details of that fight replayed in my mind, sharp as broken glass. His eyes wide with shock as he felt the blade graze his skin. The metallic smell of blood mixing with the stench of the alley. The way my pulse roared in my ears, drowning out the sound of his threats as he stumbled away clutching his neck. I remember the weight of the knife in my hand and the surge of relief when I realized I still had it.
Just like I felt right now.
Alaric moved unexpectedly, ducking and maneuvering out of the way of my blade. His sudden move caught me off guard, and I reacted instinctively to defend myself. I swung my arm around and leaned forward, using my strength and momentum to stab downward to his waist. I aimed for a place right above his hip on his lower back, where I knew his kidney would be located. I brought my arm down hard and expected the sharp blade to slide right into his flesh, but something beneath his t-shirt stopped the knife dead in its tracks. I’d used all of my strength, and it had done nothing.
It hadn’t even touched him. Not even a scratch.
I growled with anger as he grabbed my wrists. He wrenched my hand backwards and the knife fell from my fingers. He caught it with his other hand and swiftly tucked it into the front pocket of his jeans.
“You’re an impressive little warrior,” he mused, staring down at me with a smirk. “I’m going to enjoy making you scream myname as my cock fucks that tight little pussy good and hard, just like it deserves.”
I gasped in shock as his fingers brushed against my leg and dragged up my jeans to caress between my thighs, circling his thumb directly over the very needy bud hidden beneath layers of fabric. My hips rose up to meet his touch, despite everything in me that tried to stop them.
“You’re not going to break me,” I challenged him, and he chuckled in response.
“Before the night is over, baby doll, you’re going to beg me to take you in ways so shameful that you’ll blush for days just thinking about them,” he whispered in my ear.
CHAPTER 2
Kendra
This wasn’t how I envisioned tonight going. Not at all.
Alaric took me by the waist and tossed me over his shoulder once more. I didn’t fight this time as he stalked across the alley and started to climb several flights of stairs up above the bar. With my ass up in the air, I felt incredibly small and entirely too vulnerable. Almost as if he could read my mind, he placed his palm against my right cheek. His hand was large, and it covered the entirety of my cheek. I found myself absentmindedly wondering what it would feel like on my very naked backside.
My pussy pulsed.
He’d threatened to spank me and there was some sick and twisted part of me that wanted him to. I was fantasizing about it at this very moment. The thought of him baring my body and forcing me to submit was making me very, very wet right now.
I was losing control in a pretty major way.
His fingers squeezed my bottom, reminding me how he had smacked me there hard enough to make me cry out and squirm in order to avoid it.
I was so aroused, so fucking wet, and I didn’t understand why. For some reason, I felt like a cat in heat and I just wanted to climb this man like a goddamn tree.
Most of all, I needed to come. If only I could get out of here and go home, I could ride my little bullet vibrator until I wore myself out.
Who was I kidding? I didn’t want to ride my vibrator. I wanted to ride his big cock. I needed to feel his thick shaft pumping in and out of my tight little pussy until I screamed his name as I came all over him. I didn’t even need to see it to know he was big. A man with confidence like his could only have something like a horse cock dangling between his legs. Not only that, but he was arrogant enough that it was obvious he knew how to use it, too.
His thumb grazed over my pussy. I was positive he could feel its heat, could tell just how hot his rough treatment was making me.
I hardly noticed when he climbed one more flight of stairs and opened a thick metal door. He carried me inside, dug a key out of his pocket, and unlocked another door that led into a small studio apartment. In terms of New York apartments, this one was rather large, probably due to the fact that this building was one of the oldest in the neighborhood.
Once he closed the door behind us, he purred softly before gently placing me back down on the floor. I thought he was going to throw me on the bed and fuck me right away, but he did something unexpected.
He started to undress.
I should have protested. I should have screamed for help. I should have done something, but I didn’t. Instead, I just watched him as he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, revealing a chiseled chest of muscles that made my mouth drop open just a little bit. Next, he kicked off his black boots and unbuckled his belt, sliding the leather from the loops of his jeans before tossing it onto the floor. Then he unbuttoned his jeans, easing them down around his hips to join the rest of his discarded clothing. I turned my eyes back to him, swallowing hard as my gaze drifted up and down his body, taking in every perfectly cut line and every bulging muscle.
He could have been carved from marble, his body was so perfect. I could do nothing to tear my eyes away from his naked body. Every inch of him was hard. His chest and arms were chiseled with thick muscle. His stomach was toned and tight. In the dim light, his skin appeared to shine like gold.
And then there was his cock.
It was far larger than any I’d seen before and very, very hard. My pussy hurt just looking at it, but that did nothing to stop me from wanting to jump on top of it. I licked my lips and tried to pull my eyes away from it, but I was so deliriously aroused that nothing I could do or think made me want to stop. Not even for a moment.
It was maddening.
