Page 62 of Racing Hearts
“I’m sorry she nearly vomited in your car.” I wince.
“It’s fine, baby,” he replies, kissing my knuckles as he smiles. “Are you ready for bed?”
I swallow with a nod, knowing exactly what he means from the glint in his eyes and the wicked grin tugging at his lips. He promised to fuck me all night.
We barely park before he’s out of the car, yanking me out of my seat and throwing me over his shoulder. He storms through the front door, slamming it and tossing me onto the sofa. “Alice is at her apartment tonight,” he says, his eyes wild as he removes his shirt and shoves his jeans down. “And I can’t wait. Bend over the couch, pretty boy.”
My eyes slide down his body, and I note every hard inch of muscle leading to his huge, hard dick, his thick thighs begging to be grabbed as he stalks toward me.
“Evan,” he warns, the streetlights shining behind him. The lights are on in here, casting a low light over the room, and there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes, the one that makes me harder than hell.
“You want me, princess? Come and get me,” I taunt as I back away.
“Evan,” he snaps.
Laughing, I turn and race toward the kitchen. He catches me in the hall, throwing his weight into me so we hit the wall, denting it, but he doesn’t care. He rips off my top before I escape, sliding away and darting into the kitchen. He follows, stalking me, and lifts my shirt to his nose, inhaling.
“When I catch you, pretty boy, I’m going to make you regret running.”
“Oh, big bad Alek,” I tease. “Too slow to catch weak rich boy.”
He dives over the table I’m hiding behind. I skid around it and run back into the hall. This time, I make it to the stairs before I’m slammed into the steps. It takes my breath away, and the pictures on the wall rattle with the force. My boots are yanked off, then my pants before I turn and kick him away. He falls back a few steps, and I manage to get to my feet and turn, intending to race up the stairs, but his arm bands around me and flings me through the air.
I hit the couch none too gently, and I’m pushed down on it. My ass is yanked into the air, and I gasp when he spits, his saliva hitting my ass and dribbling between my cheeks.
“I warned you. I was going to be nice, but now I don’t think I will. I think I’ll make it hurt.”
“Alek!” I gasp as he pushes my head down. I can barely breathe against the leather as he kicks my legs wider, and I feel his cock press against my ass. “Don’t you dare—” My warning ends in a cry as he starts to push inside me.
He stretches me to the point of pain, making it hurt like he promised.
I should have known better than to taunt the devil.
I whimper as he pushes deeper into me, his thick cock invading me to the point of agony. “Shh,” he murmurs, rubbing my back, and then he spits again and pulls out, wetting his cock and pushing back in. “Good boy, take all of me.” His grip is bruising on my hips as he yanks me back, sliding those final few inches home.
The burn is too much, and I try to pull away, but he pulls me back, holding me prisoner, and then he fucks me with hard, brutal thrusts as tears fall from my eyes.
Softly, so different than the way he’s fucking me, he brushes them away. “God, you feel so good, baby, so fucking good. Shh, I’ve got you.”
I cry out as he tilts my hips up, finding that spot inside me that has my eyes crossing and agony mixing with such intense pleasure, I nearly black out.
“That’s it, pretty boy, cry for me. Fuck, I love the way you look under me, stretched out like this. I love how tight your pretty ass is wrapped around my cock. You feel so fucking good.” His hand slides down my back and cups my balls, squeezing before wrapping around my cock and stroking me as he pummels into my ass. “I want this all fucking day and night—you under me, over me, on me, riding me, taking me . . . letting me claim what’s mine.”
Fuck, I created a monster, but I can’t seem to care as I push back, needing that sharp edge of pain only he seems to give me.
“Alek, princess, please,” I beg, thrusting into his hand as he fucks my ass.
“Please, what? Tell me, Evan.”
“Please fuck me harder,” I implore, pushing backward. “I want it to hurt.”
He bends over my back, letting me feel every hard inch of his skin as he powers into me, his hand tightening on my cock. “Like this, pretty boy? You want to feel me with every step you take? Want me to ruin you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, my voice tight as pleasure spirals through me so strongly, I struggle not to fall.
My cock jerks in his grip as I bite down on the couch, muffling my cries as he hammers into me. His teeth find my neck and sink in, marking me. The sharp edge of pain blends with pleasure until I can’t take it anymore. My balls draw up, and my cock swells in his grip.
“That’s it, baby, come for me,” he orders against my neck.