Page 17 of Wicked Truths

“Fuck me, please,” I beg as the fog creeps in. The suppressants aren’t working at all. I feel like an omega going into heat.

It’s actually a little scary how much I need him.

“That’s right, princess. You want to get drilled into the wall by the asshole you don’t even like.” He finally pulls my chin up with the hand that still smells like my pussy. He shoves his tongue into my mouth and swirls it around mine.

Marcus commands the kiss like he owns me. His right hand finally leaves my hair to tilt my hips back. He slams his cock inside me with one vicious thrust that makes me whine. I still haven’t had the chance to play with his piercings up close and personal, but damn do they hit every pleasurable spot inside me.

This is the first time we’ve had sex where he hasn’t gone down on me, but he never pushes for me to return the favor. The idea of it doesn’t offend me in the least, but he’s a very generous lover. At least so far, I have zero complaints.

“Fuck, baby,” he snarls into my mouth. “There’s no goddamn way you should still feel this tight around my cock after all the times I’ve used you.”

“Asshole,” I grumble, pulling away from the kiss.

“Did I hurt your feelings?” He chuckles, pulling out and slamming back inside me in violent thrusts. “I’d much rather destroy your cunt.”

I bury my face in my forearm because I want that, too. Even though I dislike him ninety-nine percent of the time, the same cannot be said for his perfect cock.

“God,” he growls. “You like it when I use you, don’t you? Tell me, Oaks. You want me to fuck you full of me and make sure you don’t come? You’ll have to walk back in there with my cum dripping all over your panties and try to pretend you didn’t let me bend you over in the supply closet.”

“Fuck you,” I snap, sliding my hand down to tease my own clit. My tits bounce in my bra as he snaps his hips into mine.

“I am, because you’re mine,” he taunts. “My dirty little fuck doll to do with as I see fit.”

My hand slides around the wall as I try to hold myself up on my forearm. I don’t even know how we got here. I never seem to, but we end up in some version of this supply-closet rendezvous at least a couple times a week lately. Not to mention the few random times I’ve climbed into his bed in the middle of the night or the other way around. His cock swells even larger, bumping into the bottom of my pussy and all thought seems to bleed away.

“You’re so slick, you’re dripping all over my jeans,” he groans against the side of my head. He eventually pulls my hand away from my clit and stretches it up toward the ceiling. Then he wraps his tattooed forearm around my hip and teases it for me.

“Harder,” I sob.

“You know you’re playing with fire,” Marcus says, biting my neck like he’s a legitimate wild animal. “One of these days someone’s going to smell me all over you or vice versa. What do you plan to do then, princess?”

My eyes squeeze shut because I have no clue. Being an omega is frustrating at times, but I need his pheromones nearly as much as his cock.

Omegas need alpha cum; it’s a whole world of weird that I don’t like to get into, but as Marcus fucks me like he owns me, I don’t mind. His knot teases my opening, but I know he won’t push it inside. That would get us caught, and as much as he enjoys tormenting me with that possibility, he doesn’t want it either.

“Fuck me. You better get there quick, or you’re going to be really pissed when you have to walk back in there, all turned on and dripping in my cum.” His muscles coil tight as he pulls me off the wall and into his chest. “Come for me, dirty girl.”

His shaft swells to almost painful proportions.

I let out a little whimper as he pinches my clit and holds me up with his right arm around my middle. His hand lands on my sternum. I writhe against him as I explode.

“Hell yeah, clamp down just like that. Wring my cock,” he growls. He ratchets up my desire as he teases my clit and slides his fingers up and down my labia. He’s very good at driving me insane with need.

“Please, I need your knot,” I whisper, and my eyes clamp firmly closed. My head shakes. We can’t do that right now, and I know that. This is why being an omega is so difficult.

“Goddamn, Oakley,” Marcus snarls as his cock jumps inside me. His teeth rake over the top of my shoulder as he fills me with jerky, grinding thrusts. “I’ll knot you later. I want to slam it inside you so bad. Say to hell with everyone and everything else and rut you into oblivion.”

I want that too.

I also know as soon as he pulls out of me, we go right back to being on the other person’s last nerve.

My impulses make it nearly impossible not to crave his approval.

It’s insane.

I don’t even like him.

His personality is severely lacking, and we both know it. He bends down so he can give me one final open-mouth kiss. Our tongues tangle in the air, and I try not to relish the feeling of being held.

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