I can feel myself unravelling, slipping past the point of reason, but I can’t stop. She’s got me tied in knots I’ll never untangle. Infuriatingly sexy. Stubborn to the point of madness. And addictive in a way that should come with a warning label.
It doesn’t take long to catch up to her.
She’s already outside, wielding that damn rolling pin like she’s ready to go to war—swinging it wildly, like she might actually land a hit.
But she won’t.
I catch it mid-swing, twist it from her grip, and in one motion, press her back against the alley wall. The shadows swallow us whole, but her eyes burn through the dark—wild, defiant and alive.
Anger? Maybe.
But it’s more than that.
It’s raw. Electric. Something neither of us has the words for.
And God help me, I don’t want to defuse it.
I want to burn in it.
I’m done being patient.
My grip is rough as I yank her leggings down just enough to expose the soft, pale skin I’ve been craving. Control slips through my fingers like sand, and I don’t bother chasing it.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you alright,” I growl, voice low and ragged.
I press the rolling pin between her thighs—not hard, just enough to make her breath hitch. A warning. A promise. A reminder of exactly who she’s dealing with.
This fucking rolling pin.
I glide it, nodules and all, between her legs, applying pressure each time it reaches her clit. But at the same time, I hold her in place by her hair, pinning her against the wall like artwork.
Her lips part, the fire still raging a war inside her, but her thighs aren’t clenching as hard anymore.
“This is what you want? For me to lose control?”
“I want you to get off me!” She snarls like the little vixen she is.
But I don’t release my hold, I don’t give in to her demand. I angle the rolling pin up, pressing it against her already soaked entrance, a warning if there ever was one.
She claws at me, wild and furious, like she actually thinks she can break free.
But it’s a losing battle, and we both know it.
I’ve held back around her for so long. Bit down on the edge of who I really am. Kept the darker parts buried, hidden beneath restraint and reason.
But that ends tonight.
She wanted to push and provoke me. To see what she could awaken in me. Well, now she’s about to find out exactly what she’s unleashed.
A moan slips from her lips, and that’s all the permission I need. I lift the rolling pin between us, holding it just inches from her mouth.
“Spit on it.”
Her eyes snap to mine, wide with disbelief. “What?”
“You heard me.”
There’s a flicker in her gaze—defiance and calculation, maybe even curiosity. She’s weighing her options, but we both know how limited they are. How far she’s already let this go.
