Page 40 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

“Say that again,” I dared him, my words a whisper across his shit-talking lips.

Donovan’s eyes flared, and it was a fucking trip to see so little of his face. But what Icouldsee told me everything I needed to know.

He was totally getting off on this. His pupils were blown, the expression in them daring me to keep pushing with this act, and the stubborn tilt of his chin signaled he wasn’t about to go down without a fight.

Fuck yeah, bring it on.

“You don’t knowshit.” He all but spat the last word at me, and my lips quirked as I straightened to my full height.

I pulled the bar from between his legs and turned it in my hand, and when Donovan’s eyes flicked to the clawed end moving toward his body, he swallowed.

“I know when to shut up,” I told him, hooking the end of his shirt with the tool and dragging it up his body. “Something you clearly haven’t learned the art of. Don’t you understand? I’m the one in control now, not you.”

I stopped when I had his shirt up between his pecs, showing off the cut lines of his abs.

“Undo your pants.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

I shook my head, narrowing my eyes on Donovan.

“I told you, no one fucks me. But you have a choice tonight. Me or…” I applied a little more pressure to the bar at his chest, and Donovan’s eyes widened. “Ah, yes, now you see how much trouble you’re in.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Donovan said, and went to move off the porch, but as he took a step forward, I threw the crowbar to the concrete. It landed with a loud clang as I reached for his shirt.

I hauled Donovan in hard and fast, making him stumble, vaguely aware of a siren going off in the background—or maybe that was a warning sign to my crazed, horny side that I was pushing this to the extreme. But I didn’t care. I was in this now, and so was he. I could see it in the heated glare he aimed up at me as I bit down on his lip and growled, “Wouldn’t I?”

Quick as a flash, I whipped the end of his shirt over his head, effectively removing itandlocking his arms in place.

Donovan gasped, completely caught off guard as a feral grin curled my lips. Then I walked up on the porch, forcing him to step back once, twice, all the way until his back—and arms—hit the wall.

“I told you, you’re going to pay for your crimes tonight with your body, and if you aren’t going to give it to me, then I’m going to take it.”

I pinned him to the wall with one hand at his neck as I reached for the button of his pants and flicked it open. Donovan’s eyes screamedfuck you, but the hard cock I revealed when I pulled down his zipper saidfuck me—and I was more than willing.

I yanked his pants down his hips and under that tight, round ass, and when he was standing against the wall with most of his face covered, arms bound, and his torso and dick bare, a wild, untamed sound bubbled up out of me.

Holy shit. Donovan was every depraved sex dream I’d ever had, and I stepped back and took a nice, long look at him.

“You’re an animal,” he said, doing his best to appear horrified even as pre-cum dripped down his hard length.

“The way I’m feeling right now”—I reached up and pulled off my hair tie, and as my hair fell down around my shoulders, Donovan bit into his lip—“you’re not fucking wrong.”

I tore open my jeans, and when I grabbed hold of my cock to pull it free, I heard a faint moan. I stroked from base to tip and squeezed, spreading pre-cum across the wide head.

“I don’t need a crowbar to punish you tonight. My dick is gonna do that for me.”

I walked back to where Donovan stood, grabbed hold of his arm, and pulled him off the wall, then I spun him around and muscled him forward until his ski-masked cheek was kissing the brick. His pants fell to his ankles then, and, wanting to see his full naked back, I tugged the shirt off his arms and tossed it to the ground.

Hell fucking yes. Now that was a dirty visual. One that would no doubt be seared into my memory for the rest of my life.

I gave several rough strokes to my dick as it pulsed in my hand, impatient to get back inside that tight, fuckable bottom. Then, unable to wait any longer, I strode over to Donovan.

“Don’t even think about touching me,” he warned.

“Too late.”

“I’ll scream if you do.”

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