Who the hell knows what she’s capable of doing to me.
She steps over the guy on the ground as though she’s just stepping over a piece of trash littering the street and brings her knife to my neck.
“Couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?”
A growl crawls its way up my throat and I sneer at her. “I helped you get out of the mess you were in though, didn’t I?”
She ponders that for a moment before nodding reluctantly, and the boulder in my gut loosens.
“So, what did they want from you? And what do we do now? Call the police?”
Lana snorts and shakes her head, giving me a look of derision. “You’re crazy,” she says, bewildered. “Of course, we can’t call the cops. In case you haven’t noticed, I just killed two guys, and you just admitted to helping me with the mess. Meaning, you’re an accessory to murder, pretty boy.”
Her hold on the knife against my throat hasn’t loosened as we’ve been talking, and I’m pretty sure she’s forgotten that she’s holding me at knife point, but I don’t really mind it. It’s better than sitting in that club with the guys and getting blackout drunk because this isfarmore interesting.
Heat flares in my gut the longer she stares daggers at me, and I know that this could end in one of two ways—either I’m going to fuck her, or I’m going to end up dead on the ground with the other two.
My mind still hasn’t fully processed everything that just happened, and I’m gonna file it away on the backburner for later, since I’m more curious to see what will happen next.
Lana must see the thoughts running around my head written across my face because she sighs. “Don’t even fucking think about it, Cole.”
“Don’t think about what?” I muse innocently.
“About whatever it is you’re thinking. Me and you. We’re not a good idea.”
I push forward, ignoring the sharp sting of the knife along my neck, and grip her hips.
“What? You can be a whore for everyone else but not forme?” I mutter, and her eyes flare, but I keep going. “I’ve never been known as logical, baby. We might hate each other, but we’d sure as fuck be fire if we just gave into what we both want. Just this once.”
She glares at me for a moment, though it’s halfhearted compared to the usual ire she throws my way, as though it’s just her default setting. She takes a deep breath before throwing the knife to the floor, and she pounces.
“One time won’t kill us.” Her lips meet mine in a fiery kiss, and I don’t miss a beat, kissing her back in tandem. My hands fall from her hips to the round of her ass and I lift. She wraps her legs around me and moans sinfully into my mouth.
Fuck, she feels good.
Almost too good.
Her dress has ridden up with the movement so my hands are on her bare ass, and I can’t stop my fingers from wandering to her entrance. I’m stopped from wandering too far by the material of her panties, and I grunt into her mouth at the intrusion. I’d love nothing more than to strip the dress and leather jacket from her body and lay her out on a bed, but I know that’s not even a slight possibility for us. We’re so fucking wrong for each other, and that’s probably why it feels so damnright.
I need to feel her. Just this once.
“Do it,” she whispers, and my responding groan pulls a chuckle from her. I adjust my stance, making sure not to step on the dead guy by our feet and push her against the wall to give me some leverage.
I pull her panties to the side and a curse falls from my mouth as soon as I feel her wet heat against my skin.
“I’m gonna fuck you, little menace. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, and you’ll take it all.”
She hums. “We’ll see, pretty boy. Show me what you’ve got.”
That’s all the invitation I need, and I push her harder into the wall to free my hands from having to hold her in place. I grab a condom from my back pocket before reaching down and undoing the zip of my slacks and freeing my throbbing cock from its confines. I slip the condom on before lining myself up at her entrance.
My hips jolt forward, and I fill her completely.
“Holy fuck,” I moan as she gasps, burying her head into my neck. “You feel amazing, baby,” I murmur before pulling out to the tip and sliding my way back inside of her. “So hot. So goddamn tight. So fucking wet for me.”
She clenches around me as the words leave my mouth before her teeth find the skin of my neck and she bites down on me in an attempt to muffle her moans.
God, I wish she wouldn’t. I wish she’d be as loud as she is in my fantasies, but the last thing we need is someone coming down this alleyway to see what the noises are, only to find me fucking her against the wall with two dead men at our feet.
