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With a growl, he drops me to my feet, spinning me around to face the wall.
“Hands up,” he orders, kicking my legs apart.
I brace my palms against the bricks, ass out, still trembling from the aftershocks.
Cool air hits my dripping pussy, but it's gone in seconds as he kicks my thighs wider.
His cock nudges my entrance from behind, then thrusts in deep.
This angle hits different—deeper, hitting spots that make me moan low and desperate.
Bravos grabs my hips, pulling me back onto him with every slam.
His balls slap against my clit, the rhythm brutal and unrelenting.
One hand slides up my back, fisting my hair and yanking my head back.
The pull arches my spine, forcing me to take him even harder.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, pushing back to meet him.
The alley blurs, nothing but the burn in my muscles and the thick slide of his cock filling me.
He reaches around, fingers finding my clit and rubbing circles—rough, no finesse.
It pushes me toward the edge again, my body coiling tight. “Gonna fill you up,” he warns, voice strained. “Mark you inside.”
Do it, I want to say, but words fail.
Instead, I grind back against him, chasing the release.
He thrusts once, twice—then buries deep, cock pulsing as he comes.
Hot spurts flood my pussy, triggering my own climax.
I clench around him, riding the waves until we both slump against the wall.
He stays inside me for a moment, breathing hard against my neck.
Then he pulls out, a trickle of cum sliding down my thigh.
We straighten clothes in silence, the adrenaline fading into something heavier—dangerous, like the secrets we both carry.
Bravos lights a cigarette, offering me a drag.
I take it, inhaling deep. “This changes nothing,” I say, voice steady despite the ache between my legs.
He smirks, that terrifying grin from the fight. “Everything changes, darlin'.”
And as we slip back toward the club's lights, I know he’s right.
The pull between us is a live wire, sparking toward something deadly.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bravos
I wake up alone.
