Page 52 of Notorious

“Your cunt is so goddamn tight,” he grits out, and I clench around him through the aftershocks wracking my body. My legs are shaking, and I’m out of breath. “Hold on, little lamb,” is the only warning I have before he slips his thumb out and grabs my hips. He sets a grueling pace, his grip bruising while he pushes me up and slams into me as he pulls me down. Another orgasm builds, but I’m so tired I don’t know if I can do it. “Give it to me, Haven. I can feel you’re right on the edge again.”

“I… I don’t know if I can,” I pant out, a heaviness threatening to pull me under.

“Mm… maybe it’s you who can’t keep up with me?” he taunts, and my eyes snap open.

I shift, bringing my arms together in front of me on the bed, and he follows my lead, sweeping his legs back and laying over me. Alpha guides my legs closed, resting his weight on me with his arms placed on either side of my head, and starts to fuck me hard and deep. Each thrust pushes me down the bed, and no matter how tight I try to hold the sheet, it’s no help.

I keep my head buried in the mattress, not wanting to chance a look at him, afraid of what it might do even if the pressure is hurting my swollen nose.

This man is a threat to my very being.

With my moans now muffled, only his grunts and groans echo around the room.

He pushes up from his arms and grabs the base of my neck, holding me in place while he drives into me. “Come with me,now!” he demands, and the dam breaks loose. His cock jolts with his release, and my pussy clenches around him, squeezing as he empties himself deep inside me. He grinds into me, and the forcecauses him to press me into the mattress, cutting off what little air supply I have. Instead of fighting it, I succumb to it, the lack of oxygen heightening the orgasm.

Suddenly, I’m pulled up, and I suck in a desperate breath and gasp, my head swimming. “Shit, Haven. Are you okay? Fuck!”

I can’t help but chuckle as I say, “I told you. I have a headache. I’m not broken.”

“Dammit, woman,” he scolds, forcefully grabbing my face and ravaging my mouth in a kiss I won’t soon forget.

Fuck!

I’m in deep, deep trouble.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Alpha

The Next Morning

Haven has been sleeping restlessly all night, but I managed to get her to fall asleep around four this morning when I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her. I don’t know what the fuck it is about this mystery woman, but there’s something that has me thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts.

She’s the total opposite of Livvy—that’s for damned sure.

Livvy and I have never had sex like Haven and I did last night. To be honest, I’m not sure if Livvy and I ever had any truly adventurous sex. She’s innocent and vanilla, and that was what I needed at the time, but I think deep down, I always knew I craved the unexpectedness of a wildcard like Haven.

My fingers gently slide up and down Haven’s naked spine, feeling the pebbling of goose bumps lining her skin. A slow smile crosses my face, knowing that even in her sleep, my touch affects her.

We haven’t known each other long.

I know hardly anything about her.

But the chemistry? There is no denying that shit!

Leaning in, I gently kiss the top of her head, smelling her fruity-scented hair.

She smells so damn good.

Haven inhales quickly, her body slowly moving in my grip, a slow groan echoing from her lips. Her eyes blink a few times as she glances up at me, her bruised eyes widening like she is in shock. She jerks back, covering her exposed breasts. I let out a laugh, furrowing my brows. “Really? You’re gonna cover your tits when I’ve seen you naked multiple times already?”

She huffs, dropping the sheet, a look of disappointment flowing over her features. I can’t help but feel a little rattled by her expression as she moves to sit up. I follow her, letting the sheet fall from my chest, and she glances at me while biting her bottom lip. “I should go,” she almost whispers, moving to get out of bed.

A wave of anger flushes over me, and I reach out, grabbing her wrist and stopping her from getting out. “The fuck you should. Hold on, sweetheart. You gonna tell me what last night was all about?”

She rolls her eyes, then glares at me. “I don’t know about you, but I am pretty sure they call thatsex.” She annunciates the word sarcastically.

I have to think of the right way to approach this because the last thing I want to do is offend her. But I know something last night was off with her. She was angry, almost emotional. She had something on her mind, and I want to know what that was. “I don’t know if it was the concussion making you act all—”

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