Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,85

said nothing, just raised the glass to his slips and took a big swallow.

“What would you have done to him?” I asked.

“Done to whom?”

“To that guy. If you’d fought him one on one?”

“Let’s just say he’s very lucky he had backup,” he said, gripping the glass harder as I shifted the ice lower, to where an angry red welt had swelled along his jaw.

I held the ice to his skin, studying him. Waiting. The raw anger had given away to a quiet fury, dwelling beneath the surface. “I thought so,” I said quietly.

“I haven’t been in a fight in almost three years,” he finally said. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“I know.”

“That’s not supposed to be me anymore,” he said. “I have more restraint. At least I thought I did.”

“Everyone’s human.” I shifted the ice, pressing it into the puffiest spot on his jaw.

“I wanted to kill him,” he said, the quietness of his voice doing nothing to mask the vehemence in his tone. “Everything I’d ever pictured doing to my Dad, I wanted to do to him.” He took another swig of alcohol, draining the glass. “You should probably go. I’m not good company today.”

I took the empty glass from his hand, setting it on the table beside his chair.

Then I twisted, sliding down, so that I was straddling his lap. “There are other ways to forget your troubles, you know.”

He met my gaze, his eyes darkly intense. I watched the moment his thoughts shifted from those men in the bar to other pursuits, watched the lust grow heavy in his gaze.

“Taryn..” he shook his head almost imperceptibly.

“I can make you forget,” I insisted. I curled an arm around his shoulder. “Where do you want me?” I whispered into this ear.

“Everywhere,” he said, his voice husky and dark.

I grinned, sitting back to take in his expression. I played with the hair at the back of his head. “You can’t fuck me everywhere at once,” I said, desire spiraling through me as I stood, tugging him to his feet. I walked to the sink, dropping the ice in, leaving my back to him as I raked in a deep breath. My mouth was dry already, my heart pounding at the idea of him fucking me while in such a dark, angry mood.

“Not at once,” he replied. “One after another. Against the wall, on the floor, on my desk, in my bed,” he advanced on me, promise in his words. “From behind, from on top, from below you, watching your tits bounce up and down while you ride me.”

I twisted round, leaning back against the counter as he stood close to me, towering over me as he looked down at me, lust burning in his eyes. “The question, Taryn, is where you want me to take you first.”

I was painfully aroused, liquid heat rushing between my thighs. Moments stretched between us, until I thought his restraint would snap like a rubber band. Yet he didn’t reach out and grab me, didn’t press his mouth to mine, he just waited for an answer.

“On the floor,” I found myself saying, “From behind.”

I could hardly believe I said the words with such confidence, but he didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, his lips finding mind. There was little tenderness to the kiss—this was a claim, a rough taking of what he wanted. His tongue plunged into my mouth, his hands finding my lower back, slipping beneath my clothes and yanking me up against him.

He was hard already, the thick ridge of his cock pressing into my stomach. He twisted his hand in my hair, pulling me back in a way that forced my mouth open, allowed him to deepen the kiss.

His hands roamed up my back, finding their way zipper on the back of my demure black dress.

“I hate this fucking dress,” he said, his words hot against my mouth.

He unzipped it, to begin with, but when it hit the bottom of the zipper, he simply ripped.

Hard.

The fabric tore, shredding beneath his strong fists and falling to the ground.

I was left standing before him in a black bra and pink lacy thong. He bit my lower lip. “Don’t take those off.”

“What?” My breathing was hard, and I was lost in a haze of lust.

“The stilettos.”

He nipped at my mouth again and I grinned, yanking him up against me. He slipped his hands behind my back, unclasping my bra with a single motion. It fell to the ground, leaving my breasts bare.

“I could stare at you all night,”