Page 87 of Vile Bastards
“Excellent question, Miss Force. Who indeed?” He walks me backward, yanks out a chair from the table, and shoves his sweatpants down before taking a seat. I’m pulled onto his lap, latex fingers jerking my panties to the side, and then he’s putting his other hand on my shoulder and pushing me down onto his cock. As soon as the tip of him slips in, I let my knees buckle, falling onto his lap and drawing a sharp breath from him that he stifles by putting his face up against the side of my throat. “Thank you for agreeing,” he chokes out, his hands curling around my hips.
“Agreeing?” I can barely get the word out. I’m so turned-on that I can’t breathe. I want him to rip open my short-sleeved purple blouse the way Widow did, put my tits in his mouth. I definitely don’t want to talk. “To what?”
“To make me your boyfriend.” Alexei squeezes my pelvis with his fingers, and I cry out, curling my own fingers around his shoulders. “Now, fuck me. Hard and fast. Thank me for saving your life.”
It’s that domineering tone again, the one that makes me stabby; the one that soaks my pussy.
Fuck, shit, bitch.
I start to rock my hips because, as much as I’d like to defy him, my body won’t let me. I want this too badly. Besides, he can pretend to be a Bossy McBossy Pants TM all he wants, but I’m the one who declared that he’d fuck me against his will, and I was right.
Alexei’s head falls back in pure bliss as I pump my pelvis forward and back, finding pleasure in my clit with the motion, keeping him sunk to the hilt inside my soaking wet heat. And his hands, still stubbornly gloved, knead and caress my ass cheeks, encouraging me to rock harder and faster against him.
As we’re moving, something falls out of his pocket and hits the floor.
It’s a Ziploc bag with a pair of hot pink panties in it.
The actual fuck …? I wonder. Those are my panties, for sure, the ones I chucked onto his table. Also, they appear wadded up and stained, like maybe he … Oh shit, he fucked them. He fucked them and fucked them and fucked them, and now they’re all used up.
“You nasty pervert,” I breathe, and his eyes snap open, his gaze shifting down to the floor … Alexei snatches up the bag and moves to throw it, but I grab his wrist and tear the bag away from him. As I do, I continue to shift my hips, rendering him fucking helpless underneath me. “What the hell is this, you twisted-ass fuckboy?” I open the bag to pull the panties out, and he blanches.
“If you touch me with those, I swear to God, Miss Force—”
“Touch you? I’m gonna fuckin’ gag you with them.” I start to pull the panties out, but Alexei slaps my hand away and they go flying. Next thing I know, I’m on my back in the dirt, and he’s rutting into me with wild vigor.
His gloved hand slides around the back of my neck, and his lips just barely … barely … God, please kiss me! Alexei shudders, and then he’s slamming his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue down my throat. He grinds me into the dirt floor of the warehouse, fingers pressing into my throat, his other hand cupping my ass as he lays into me like a buck in rut.
The safe house doors open, and my head cants slightly to one side until I see … it’s Ash.
Ash Kelly is standing there, limned in sunlight, quivering as he tears his shades from his face.
Alexei pauses, glances over at him, and then adjusts his fingers from my throat to my chin, forcing my gaze back to his.
“No.” Just that. I want to resist, but then he’s nipping at my lower lip and driving his massive cock into my snug slit, and I just literally don’t care about anything else. Don’t care if Ash sees. Don’t care if the world burns. Don’t care if the doki-doki of my heart is so rapid-fire that I feel dizzy.
Don’t care if … Ash puts the Ruger up against the back of Alexei’s head?
Alexei goes still, his gaze shifting over to Ash who’s standing there, panting so heavily that I’m surprised he hasn’t hyperventilated and passed out just yet.
“Get off of her.” His words are like ice. “If you don’t, I’ll blow your brains out while you’re still inside of her.”
“Ash—” I start, but then Alexei clamps his gloved hand over my mouth.
“I don’t take orders from you or anyone else.” Alexei turns back to me, ignoring the gun that’s pressed against his skull, and then he kisses me again. It’s so dirty, so much tongue, so much saliva. I bet he freaks out after this. Also, I remember then that although he’s a germaphobe, he’s not a prude. He doesn’t care if Ash sees. On top of that? He’s one brave son of a bitch.
