Chapter 49
No Turning Back
JESSICA
TWO WEEKS AGO:
Luna Solar City: Concert Venue
Ineed some fresh air. Rampant thoughts run through my head. My throat closes, and it’s harder to breathe. Doubt settles in my chest, although it’s way too late for that now. I set everything in motion. There is no turning back.
A growl breaks through the silence I sought.
A tingling sensation creeps up my neck, a warning sign that I am not safe here alone.
Shit. I thought I hid deep enough in the alleyway that no one could see me.
I strain my ears to listen for footsteps.
There are none. Either he’s flying or he knows how to sneak up on his victim.
Besides, I can’t see too well in the dark due to night blindness thanks to the trauma I endured eight years ago.
I feel their presence. Soon, they’ll overpower me.
I hold my breath and stand still, waiting for the right moment.
The soft whisper of rubber brushing against concrete prompts me to move.
I swing around with an open palm, intending to strike him in the carotid artery, but my arm is blocked.
I lash out with my other hand, but that one is blocked, too.
Large arms wraps around me. I spin clockwise to escape my attacker when these stupid heels cause my ankle to wobble.
That’s all it takes, a fraction of a second. An arm snakes around my waist. I use my elbow to jab, and he grunts as it connects with his hard muscular chest. His grip slightly loosens. Twisting the opposite way with an open hand, I strike down toward his arm.
He releases his hold around my waist to block my strike, catching me by surprise. He’s a trained fighter.
Taking advantage of my surprise, his large hand grips me around the throat, and he slams me against the wall of the building.
He presses his large body against mine, so I can’t kick or knee him in the junk.
He snakes his free arm around my waist, lifting me off the ground so I’m almost level to his height.
He brings his face close to mine, so close his breath warms my face.
“What the hell are you thinking? Do you have any idea of the potential dangers you will face?” His masculine scent surrounds me, clean fresh cologne with an underlying hint of campfire smoke. Liam.
He doesn’t wait for an answer. His lips crash into mine. His tongue coaxes my lips apart so he can slide his tongue in against mine. He deepens the kiss, pressing his hard muscular body closer.
I lift my arm, but he clasps my wrist, pinning it above my head. Releasing my neck, he runs his hand down my other arm and raises it as well, pinning me to the wall with his body.
He doesn’t stop kissing me, and I don’t want him to. I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress tearing in the process.
He softly moans and grinds his hips into me. He grasps both of my wrists in one hand so he can caress the length of my body, which tingles with electricity and heat. I want more.
He breaks our kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “Baby, you fucking drive me crazy. I don’t know if I want to strangle you or fuck you right now.”
I slowly lick his bottom lip. “Fuck me,” I whisper, bringing my lips closer to his. “Right here, right now.” I need it. I need him.
He groans and kisses me again, deeper, harder. With his free hand, he pulls my dress up higher and slide his fingers between my legs. “I can smell your arousal.” He slips into my panties, inserting one finger between my already slick folds.
I tip my head back and moan.
“Already so fucking wet.” He releases my wrists, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He grinds his hardened cock into my center, making my toes curl. He licks and nips at my neck, slipping another finger into me. “Are these the same panties that every man in the venue just saw you in?”
I push my hips forward and bite his lip. “Yes.”
He sneers. Pulling his fingers out of me, he tears my panties off in his fist. My hips jerk forward with the force, and I whimper.
“Then I don’t feel bad about ruining these.
” He tosses them over his shoulder, igniting them in a burst of flames, and pulls me against him.
The material of his pants grinds against my clit.
I want them off. I want him inside of me. I reach down to undo his belt.
He chuckles. “My greedy girl. Always my girl,” he murmurs against the sensitive spot on my neck.
“Please,” I whisper. He slides his hand down my chest, cups my breast and gently squeezes. I finally manage to open his pants and search for what I need. Curling my fingers around his thick, hard cock, I rub my hand down and then back up.
“Fuck…” He bites my hardened nipple through my dress. Readjusting our position, he holds me firmly against the wall.
I pull my dress up higher to give him more access. He slides the head of his cock against the slit of my opening, torturing me, playing with me, until I pant and plead.
He finally enters me, in slow tortuous increments. Then, pulling back out almost completely, he slams his hips forward, burying himself deep inside. He captures my whimper with an open-mouthed kiss. He grinds into me, pushing me further into the wall.
“Do you know how many men must be fucking their mates right now, pretending that they are you?” He pulls back and pumps into me again. “How many men are fisting their cocks, wishing it was your pussy wrapped around them?”
I moan as he slides in and out of me, slow and deep. “Please, just fuck me. I can’t…” He tortures me, punishing me, holding back.
He nips at my lip and laugh. “Oh, baby, I’ll give you what you want, but I’m going to punish you first for showing the whole fucking world what is mine.” He cants his hips. I try to push forward with my own, but he holds me firmly in place.
Nibbling and teasing my lips, he won’t even give me his mouth, pulling away every time I try to kiss him deeper. I dig the heels of my shoes into his ass.
“Say it, baby, and I will give you what you want.” He grinds into me slowly, rolling his hips to his own melodic pace.
I gasp at the delicious friction he creates. “Please,” I whimper.
He pulls my strapless dress down, releasing my breast, and licks my nipple.
I grip his hair. He teases, giving me just a taste.
I growl in frustration. I want him to ravish me, take me hard.
He licks his way back up my neck, and when he reaches my lips, he smiles, continuing to work his hips in slow circles.
I bite his lip, but still, he doesn’t give in.
“Say it.” His jaw clenches, and his chest heaves with desire, with need. His muscles tremble beneath my touch. He’s torturing himself, too.
I can play this game. Biting my bottom lip, trying to hold back my smile, I rotate my own hips, thrusting against his when he circles back around.
His breath hitches. His mouth slightly parts.
I capture his lower lip, sucking it in between my teeth, sliding my hand from his hair to his neck, his chest, his abs.
I love the way his muscles twitch from my touch through his dress shirt.
Reaching down, I move my dress out of the way to watch as he glides his hard cock in and out of my pussy.
Inching my hands lower, I flick my clit. I look at him through my thickened lashes and massage my clit with my fingers. Leaning my head back against the wall, my eyes roll back, humming as I relish the pleasure.
“Fuck,” he whispers. I grin because I know I won. He smashes his lips into mine, shoving his tongue in time with his thrashing hips. My back slams into the wall with his every move. One large hand squeezes my breast, while the other holds me in the air.
He breaks our kiss to suck at the sensitive spot on my neck. Groaning, his pace quickens, filling the silence of the alleyway with our breathy moans and the sounds of our bodies slamming into each other.
“Say it, baby.” He releases my breast and removes my hand over my clit, sucking my fingers before he replaces my arm around his neck. “Say you’re mine.”
Tightening my hold, I writhe under him. He hovers his mouth over mine, and I finally give him what he wants, sighing, “Forever.”
He pounds into me harder. His fingers dig into the back of my thighs. Canting my hips forward, I meet him thrust for thrust. My clit throbs, aching. I need more. I want more.
He repositions his arms, inserts one hand between us, and massage my clit with his thumb.
“That’s it, baby. I know exactly what you need.
” He increases his hard, penetrating thrusts.
I start to tremble. “Fuck, yes, right there. Come for me, baby.” He slams into me, again and again, taking my mouth with his.
Lightning flashes behind my eyelids. My body thrums in pleasure, and my pussy clenches around his thick length.
Dropping my head onto his shoulder, I cry out as a strong wave of ecstasy rips through my core.
He follows right behind me, burying his face in the nape of my neck, and emits his own cry of release.
His hips slow their rhythm. He presses his lips tenderly against my own. “I missed you,” he murmurs.