Page 57 of Beneath the Surface

I can feel the difference.

“Stupid of you to be all alone in a place like this.” Alex’s voice is a rumble, vibrating through my bones, mixing with the adrenaline that’s still flooding through my system.

“Al—”

His calloused palm smacks over my mouth, muffling my words. The sting radiating through the bottom of my cheeks. His body presses farther into me. “Shut up.”

My pussy throbs, fingers trembling from leftover fear as they dig into my thighs.

“You don’t get to speak unless it’s to ask for my cock in your mouth, do you understand?”

I nod, my chest pulling tight.

His free hand wraps around my waist and skims up the middle of my chest, my stomach tightening in anticipation. “You’ve been teasing me fordays. I’ve been fucking dreaming about these tits.” His grasp is rough as he squeezes a breast in his palm, sending a shot of arousal spiking through my middle.

“Ale—” I mumble against his hand.

His fingers tighten against my jaw. “I didn’t come back here for your mouth. I came back here for this.” His touch rustles the fabric of my shirt against my skin, his hand gliding from my chest, over my stomach, and down between my legs, cupping my pussy through my black pants.

His other palm moves from my mouth, resting against the front of my throat.

“Please,” I whisper, my heart rate accelerating when he kicks my ankle, making my knee jerk from its position until my legs spread.

“Put your hands against the fridge.”

I shake my head, anticipation thrumming through my insides until my pulse throbs in time to the arousal that’s seeping through my veins. “No.”

He chuckles against my ear, low and raspy, before his large frame pushes into mine, pressing me against the cool metal of the stainless steel. I try to move, but he has me pinned—completely immobile. I suck in a gasp, biting back the moan that tries to slip free at the thought of me not being able to stop him. Of him doing whatever he wants with me, in the middle of the diner, with or without my permission.

His breath is hot on my skin as he leans in, whispering in my ear. “Is there anyone else here?”

There’s a squeeze on my hip, his grip almost bruising in its intensity. Excitement filters through me.

“Yes,” I say. “Someone’s in the back office.”

“You filthy little liar,” he tsks. “Iknowyou’re alone. I waited outside until every last person left. And then I watched you from across the street, prancing around in these little pants, this tight as fuck shirt.” He thrusts into me, his erection pressing against my ass. I bite my cheek to hold in the moan.

“You really think having someone here would stop me?” he rasps, his fingers working the button of my pants open and shoving them off my hips. “I’d fuck you in a roomful of people, forcing you to look them in the eyes as you come around my cock.”

I thrash against his hold, my hands flinging behind me, fingernails digging into any piece of him I can reach. He sucks in a breath, and then my wrists are caught in his grasp, my arms twisted behind my back and locked in place by his bruising grip.

“Go ahead,” he sings into my ear, his hand trailing down my stomach and slipping underneath my panties, stroking my swollen clit. “Try to get away. I like it when you fight.”

My heart kicks against my ribs, and I rear my head back, throwing my entire body weight into the motion. But it’s useless because he doesn’t even budge. My five-foot-two frame is nothing compared to his stature. His size alone incapacitates me.

He tightens his grip on my wrists, lips skimming across my collarbone before his teeth sink into my skin, a rush of heat shooting through me like a gunshot.

I gasp at the harsh sting.Is he marking me?

“Please, Oh my God,” I cry.

“God can’t hear you.” There’s a clink of a belt buckle. “And I’m not listening.”

A sudden burn blazes across my hips as he rips my panties down the middle, and shoves himself so deep inside me I scream out.

“Jesus,fuck,”he groans, his grip becoming loose on my arms. Not that it matters. I’m too lost in delirious pleasure as it scratches along my skin. I like being under his control.

He starts a punishing pace, his cock sliding easily, because despite my resistance and my fake cries of no, my pussy is soaking, the juices from his abuse dripping down my legs.

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