Page 34 of Dark Alliance
I loathe how easily I melt under his caress, but I can’t stop myself. Overwhelming pleasure surges through my veins. I crave more, more, more.
He towers over me by a solid foot, and those long, muscular limbs could easily maneuver me into any position he wants. I know it, he knows it, and my pussy knows it as the tips of his fingers taunt my opening through my clothes. Meanwhile, his palm continues working my clit.
I’m physically at his mercy, and I hate that fact as much as I love it. I want to escape, but I also want more.
As my desire escalates, I nearly bite his lip while panting against his mouth. “You need to stop. We’re not safe here…” But, oh, if he does stop…
When he teases more, I think I might die.
Still circling my clit, he pushes me back into his erect cock. I imagine him sliding inside me, his thick member filling me perfectly. Arching, I tremble as an all-consuming ache pulses in my core.
I whimper. “Connor.” With hitching breath, I pull my mouth from his. “You’re going to make me come. Stop. Now.”
His quiet laugh vibrates through my torso. “That’s the plan.” He grinds expertly. This man knows my body better than I do.
With a lethal meeting taking place a few yards away and our lives on the line, Connor pushes my ass into his rigid dick.
“Connor.” Angry, aroused, and losing my damn mind, I whisper his name into the collar of his coat as euphoria rockets through me, the wave cresting. “I’m coming, you bastard. I’m…”
I push my face right into his neck to muffle the soundtrack of my orgasm, swallowing my moans while my body convulses. The tremors fade slowly, leaving every inch of my skin tingling.
I pant on top of him for a good minute or two before snapping back to reality.
Connor’s the enemy. More than that, he’s an absolute prick. And here I am, draped all over him like a fresh snowfall on an empty park bench.
Our coats are ruined, his especially. Our pants probably are too. The garments are wetter than I am, and the chill will reach my bones if we don’t get the hell out of here.
I roll off him, and once we’re both sitting up, he gives me a cocky smile.
Itching with the urge to slap him, my palm rises without my bidding.
He grabs my wrist and kisses my knuckles. “If you want to talk about an alliance, just give me a call.”
I rip my hand free, my cheeks hot, my body still pulsing. “No, thanks.”
He smirks. “Whatever you say, beautiful.”
I get low again and peer under the car. Nino and Belinski are still talking, but I think they’re nearly done. I hear the smack of a handshake and quickly sit back up.
“Let’s go.”
Caterina
Back home, I slip into my room without anyone noticing and hop right in the shower to wash away the evidence of my shame.
I crossed a line with Connor today. Or he crossed a line with me. It’s difficult to gauge, and that makes figuring out what I’m supposed to believe so much harder.
Before we parted ways at the junkyard, he told me to call him anytime if I change my mind about partnering up.
He claims he wants to maintain a strictly professional and transactional relationship, but he can’t keep his hands off me. Is that supposed to convince me to take him more seriously as a business partner? Does he think he’s breaking me down? Is this his secret weapon? His big dick and expert hands?
It’s not enough. Even if my body aches for him, my mind doesn’t. I won’t let him get under my skin.
I shake my head as if thoughts of Connor Gallagher will magically fly out of my mind, never to return.
I truly loathe that man.
And while I have a right to hate him, nothing works to rid myself of his presence. Neither negative emotions nor a good old-fashioned head shaking do any good. Connor’s the water I can’t get out of my ear, and all the head tilting and foot kicking in the world won’t budge it.
