Page 11 of Slaying for Sloan
I growl, my grip tightening on her hips, holding her firmly in place. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” I snap, my voice rough and commanding, the dark edge of hunger dripping from every word. “Besides, I won this round, sweet doe. Not you.” I press my cold tongue deeper into her, forcing her to take it, forcing her to feel the bite of ice against her warmth. I watch her shudder, her legs trembling, but there’s no denying her arousal as she melts into it.
Intome.
“You’ll fucking take whatever I give you,” I growl, my voice a primal rasp, teeth grazing her skin as I push harder, relentlessly as my fingers pump in and out of her. “You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? Come on, I want to hear you beg for it.”
She’s quivering, trying to hold back the moans, but she can’t. She’s already unraveling, caught in the tension I’ve built between us. The suspense. Every breath she takes, every shudder, tells me exactly how far gone she is.
“This Christmas, you’re going to give me the only gift I desire. You’re going to fucking break for me,” I whisper, the words dark, filled with a raw hunger as my fingers match the feverish pace of my mouth. She’s so close now, trembling with anticipation, ready to shatter under me. I feel it in every inch of her—her surrender is coming, and I’m going to make her want it.
“Please…” she breathes out, her voice shaky, desperate. “I’m so close…”
I push her closer to the edge, feeling her body quiver harder as I go deeper, faster. The sounds she’s making—soft gasps, desperate pleas—only push me further into a frenzy. And when she finally falls apart, her body shuddering, gasping my dead brother’s name, I feel a dark satisfaction settle deep in my chest.
“Oh my god, Alex-” she gasps, her voice vibrating, thick with desperation and panic, like she’s lost in the moment, completely fucking undone.
She doesn’t even know it, but she’s calling for me.
“That’s it, sweet doe,” I growl, my voice thick and rough, dripping with satisfaction and a twisted sense of ownership. It’s low and dark, like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. “Fucking break for me.”
Her body shudders, pussy clenching around my fingers as she unravels, and I can’t help but smile—this is my victory, my mark on her. But there’s something else gnawing at me, something darker. I hope Alex saw every fucking second of it. I hope he watched as his precious Sloan came on his sinner of a brother’s tongue. I want him to rot in hell knowing that she’s mine now—owned, used, broken.
I pull back slowly, the warmth of her still lingering on my tongue as I slide my fingers out of her and pull her dress back down, smoothing the fabric over her still quivering body. My fingers linger on the hem for a moment, just enough to send a shiver down her spine.
“Run,” I command, my voice now cold and sharp, starkly contrasting the heat still pulsing between us. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start,”
She’s panting, disoriented, her legs shaking as she struggles to regain some control. But I won't wait. I stand up straight, watching her, daring her to make a move. “Go,” I repeat, darker this time, the command carrying more weight than she can ignore. “Because round two just started.”
Chapter Seven
SLOAN
My feet pound against the snow-covered sidewalk, each step sending little explosions of white powder into the air. My breath comes in quick, visible cloud puffs, but I can't tell if it's from running or from what just happened with Alex. The streetlights cast long shadows that dance and twist with every movement as I flee through the streets.
Holy.Fucking.Shit.
The memory of his mouth on me, right there in the open, makes me stumble. I catch myself on a lamppost, its yellow light casting a warm aura in the darkness around me. My legs are shuddering – from the wintry air, from moving them harder than I have in months, fromhim. I press my forehead against the cool metal of the lamppost, trying to catch my breath, trying to process what just happened.
That wasn't the Alex I know. Not the Alex who carefully straightens his tie before every business meeting, who measures his words like precious gems before letting them fall from his lips. Not the Alex who calculates every risk, who plans ten steps ahead like he's playing some elaborate chess game with the world. No, the man who just had me against that wall wassomething else entirely. Something darker. Wilder and more feral.
Something I wantmoreof.
Needmore of.
I close my eyes, and immediately I'm back there – his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, his mouth hot and demanding against my pussy. The way he growled-actuallygrowled-when I tried to push him away. The sound still echoes in my ears, primal and possessive. It should have scared me. Instead, it lit me up from the inside out, like he'd struck a match in my soul.
I push off from the lamppost and start running again, my black boots crunching through fresh snow. The streets are quiet. Everyone else is inside the church for the midnight mass service by now. The cold air feels good against my flushed skin, and I need to move,needto do something with all this adrenaline coursing through my body. Each breath burns in my lungs as I inhale, sharp and clean, forcing me to clear my head.
But not enough to forget.Neverenough to forget.
"What the fuck just happened?" I whisper to myself, the words disappearing into the air.
The way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me whole. Like nothing else existed in that moment except his need to taste me, toclaimme. No careful consideration of his family's reputation, no thought to who might see us. Just pure,rawhunger. His eyes were completely dark, almost black, pupils blown wide with his desire for me. I've never seen him like that before – so completely unleashed, so utterlypresentin the moment.
Running out of steam, I slow to a walk, pressing my bare hands against my heated cheeks. Snow is falling harder now, fat flakes catching in my red hair and on my eyelashes. Maybe Ishouldlet him catch me again. Then I wouldn’t have to runagain and he’d be throat fucking me with his dick so hard I’d see stars instead of snowflakes. The thought sends a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the temperature. What else is he hiding behind that perfectly controlled facade? What other delicious darkness is he keeping locked away?
A car passes by, its headlights momentarily illuminating the empty street, making the falling snow look like stardust. I check my phone – still two hours until the game ends. Plenty of time to get there, even with the snow falling harder.
Glancing around, I’m not entirely sure where I’m at. Pulling out my phone again, I try to pull up my maps, but I don’t have enough service to get it to work.