Page 21 of When Sinners Fall
But the thought is forgotten as he shoves inside of me.
He grabs my thigh and lifts me, pinning me against the cool, brick wall. My legs wrap around him as he keeps his head to the side. I hold, gripping his shoulders as he rams into me, shoving me back against the wall over and over again.
It’s so dark and so unlike anything I’ve done before. I'm lost in it. Desperate for more, for harder. The smile on my face grows as the sharp surface scrapes against my back. As does the pleasure with each brutal thrust inside me. I'm ravaged. Held. Used and moved until he's getting his fill of everything I'm offering.
God, it’s like a drug, invading and setting my nerves alight.
His panting breaths and grunts at my neck are all I hear from him, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to see. I want to feel and relish the moment. My mouth falls open under his hand, and my fingers grip to his heavy-set shoulders as he pushes me closer and closer to climax.
“Yes… yes… yes…” My legs tighten around him, and my body takes over, riding him as much as he’s fucking me.
I shatter.
Pure, unadulterated pleasure coils and explodes through me, and it’s bliss.
He keeps going as I sag against him, and my spent body barely holds on. The hand slides from my mouth to hold me up, and the grunts come louder and faster. I can feel the scrape of teeth along my neck, hard lips chasing my skin with each inward drive. And his hands are like a vice on me, painful but so secure I can't do anything but stay exactly where he wants me.
I'm near delirious when he pulls out of me abruptly. The rutting doesn’t stop, though. He finishes himself off on my thigh, groaning out his orgasm and still pinning me harshly until he finally lets go of me.
My ragged breaths seem to echo in the space between us. For a moment, I’m grateful for the wall propping me up as his shadowy figure steps away. Weak legs wobble under me, exposed, and I watch him do his belt up and calm his own breathing. I don’t even know what I’ve done for a few minutes. I’m just living in what’s happened, perhaps trying to imagine it didn’t.
And then I’m suddenly panicked about what happens next. “Wait!”
He pauses, but I don’t know what else to say.
“You need to get home.” His deep voice is gravelly and sounds far too sexy to my ears.
“I can walk.”
He doesn’t reply, but I see the slow shake of his head back and forth as he heads back out from the alley. I fidget, pulling what's left of my panties back into place and sliding my skirt back down. And then I’m trying to shake myself free from the world where I let a complete stranger fuck me in an alley.
He’s still got his hood up as we approach the main road, so I still can’t see his face. Part of me wants to see him, but another part wants to keep this a secret - a forbidden and dirty secret that can’t hurt me if we don’t know each other.
He holds out his arm, and a cab pulls up.
I look up at him and see the shadowed outline of his jaw, but still can’t make out his eyes or other features.
“I don’t know your name,” slips from my lips.
He leans past me to open the door of the cab, and I feel him brush against my hip before he turns and walks away. “Yeah, you do.”
Staring at him leaving, I see a flick of orange from his hand before the cab driver brings me back to reality. I slide into the back seat, confused, and feel something prick me through the light material of my skirt. It makes me reach into my pocket to shift whatever it is, but I find something lodged there and pull it out. A small, folded piece of paper.
A small origami bird.
My head turns, eyes peering through the back window in surprise as we drive away. “Dante.”
CHAPTER NINE
DRAGON
I’m laughing. Really fucking laughing under this scowl on my face. No one else can hear it. Or even feel it in this atmosphere, but inside I’m a shiny ray of perverse intentions. I can still feel myself inside her from last night, still hear her moans and whimpers as I dug in too deep.
Fuck that was nice. Better than nice. Harsh hands. Desperate breaths. No barrier between us. Haven’t played like that for years. I don’t do bareback in the women I fuck, mostly because they’re whores, but there was some murky intent that had nothing to do with the soiled alley we were in. She let me overpower her and do whatever the hell I wanted. And she was begging for that – wanted it that way. She wanted me all over her. A stranger, as far as she was concerned.
Never done that kind of nasty before. Yeah, I've held them down. I've hurt them. I've stolen them. I've even made their lives hell in ways they didn't know existed and handed them to men who would rape them, but I always looked them straight on when I did it. This time I was hiding.
Until the end, anyway.
