Page 104 of False Start

I couldn’t speak, I could only lash out again, but this time, before I could even pull my hand all the way back, he lifted me clean off the concrete and threw me over his shoulder.

“Put me down, you son of a bitch! I hate you.” I beat on his back as I tried to twist out from under the arm pinning me to his shoulder. I kicked my skates in the air and yanked his shirt. “Put. Me. Down!”

My arms grew heavy, my lungs ached, and tears filled my angry eyes as he slid us both under the rail and off the track, never letting me down while he did it.

Proficient fucker.

His skates pounded the concrete floor, the reverberation shooting through him and into me so hard my teeth rattled with it, and my mouthguard fell out with a wet splatter as he stalked away from my team.

“Practice is over! Go home!” he bellowed as he snapped open the door to his office and slammed it shut behind him, making the glass behind the blinds quake.

Dropping me on my skates, he backed me right up against the wall. “What the fuck was that?”

“You don’t know? Maybe I wasn’t doing it right then,” I spat before bringing my palm up and slapping him with everything I had, the sound of my skin snapping across his cheek a crack of thunder before an ominous silence filled the room.

His nostrils flared, his brows dropped low over his now black eyes. With a flick of his fingers, my chinstrap popped free and my helmet skittered across the floor. Grabbing me by the jaw, his fingers trembled against me as he held me there with the pads of his rough fingers sinking into my skin.

I lifted my chin and refused to look away. He fucked up, not me.

He wanted me to stand up for myself?

Fine. I did.

Now what?

“You hit me.” He growled the words against my mouth as he sucked in a furious breath, nuzzling his nose against my cheek.

I dug my nails into the skin just above the back of his shorts and pulled him against me hard. “Let go of me and I’ll do it again.”

He ground against me, hard and ready, the promise of him dragging a ragged hiss from between my lips.

“You’d like that, but no—that’s not what we’re doing now. You had your shot. You won’t get another.”

I reached for him, my hands wrapping around his balls through his shorts and squeezing.

“Jokes on you. I like it hard, Mayhem.”

He curled his hand into the waistband of my shorts at my hip and jerked the fabric down. Panting against me as he teased the corner of my mouth with his lips, his hand shot along the elastic, the back of his hand grazing right over my hot center right before he dragged down the fabric on the other hip.

“We have a rule,” I gasped out as his lips slid closer and my body defied me by clenching impossibly tight, leaving me wet with furious lust.

“No kissing. Got it,” he said with a jerky nod as he continued to yank back and forth until he had my shorts around my knees.

“I hate you.” I bit out the words, my body defying my head with every thrust of my hips against him.

Seeking. Wanting. Needing him inside me.

“We both know that’s a fucking lie,” he said as he dragged his own shorts down his thighs.

“You’re an asshole.”

He let out a scathing laugh. “This isn’t news.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you.”

I plunged my hands under his shirt and met hot, smooth skin. “What if I want to do the fucking?”

He pressed his forehead against mine. “You already have, Mayhem. I’m here breaking all the rules for you. I’ve torn open every fucking wound I have…for you,” he said, his words full of torment. “You’ve fucked me from every goddamn direction but one,” he said before swooping his arm behind both of my knees, squeezing my thighs together as he scooped me up, leaving my legs draped over his arm and off to his side. Taking another half step into me, he forced my knees to my chest with the cold wall digging harder into my back.

Leaving me exposed.

So fucking wet and exposed.

“Two assaults. Guess if you actually stuck around instead of running away, you’d be on the payroll and obligated to arrest me,” I said, delivering the words with a scathing edge while I bucked in his arms, daring him to do his worst as the head of his cock grazed over me.

A shimmer of guilt rippled in his eyes before he blinked it away, gnashed his teeth, and plunged hard and deep.

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