Indebted - Piper Stone Page 0,79

the plug and tossing it into the small bar sink.

“What... What are you doing?” she dared to ask, the defiance already returning.

“Fucking that tight little ass of yours, just like misbehaving girls deserve.” As I freed my cock, she managed to lock eyes with mine, her lips twisting.

I dragged my cockhead up and down the crack of her ass several times before pushing the tip just inside her darkened hole. She was tense once again, but her legs remained wide open, the whimpers slipping from her mouth ones of desire.

Everything seemed to be a blur as I held back, the pounding of my heart echoing. I was lost in the hunger of passion, sliding my cock in an inch at a time as I spread her ass cheeks wide open. Her scattered cries floated between us, so beautiful in tone, the lilting sound sweeter than any classical rhapsody.

“Oh. Oh...” Alessandra arched her back, pressing her palms against the desk. When I thrust inside several times, she rocked her body, meeting every hard plunge with one of her own.

“Tight. So damn tight.”

I became the crazed beast, my actions brutal as I took her, driving savagely. There was no holding back, no other way for the beast to be sated. I pounded into her, craving more as the sound of skin slapping against skin drowned out everything else. I simply couldn’t get enough, the force shoving her hard against the desk.

Sinful.

Filthy.

Dominating.

I loved every second, a smile crossing my face, but as my balls tightened, my cock swelling in her tight little hole, I realized I couldn’t hold back for long.

She moaned, clenching and releasing her muscles.

Fuck. Fuck!

“Yes. Yes...” I muttered, my breathing becoming labored.

As a force of scattered light pulsed across my field of vision, I growled deeply. Then I erupted deep inside, my fingers digging into her skin.

I had no idea how long I remained buried inside, basking in the moment, but only her soft mewls were able to bring me out of my reverie.

She shifted her head back and forth, sighing several times as I stepped away. I was drunk on her sex, stumbling several feet.

Blinking, I was finally able to focus as I raked my hands through my hair. The sound of the phone instantly dragged me back to the ugliness of my life. I stormed toward the coffee table, yanking the phone into my hand. I didn’t need to see anything other than the foreign area code to know who was calling.

It would seem my brother had refused to take no for an answer.

There was no rationalization for the level of anger boiling through me, the mindless blur of rage that ripped at my vision and my very rationality. As I let out a deep roar, prepared to smash the phone, only the sound of her subtle gasps of shock were able to stop me from pitching it across the room.

My chest ached as I attempted to control my breathing, blind spots forming in front of my eyes as my blood pressure soared. How dare Jefferson give Liam my private number? How dare the asshole even attempt to thwart my command?

“What’s wrong?” Alessandra asked, almost tentatively, as if my anger would be exacted on her.

I took several deep breaths before turning to face her, unable to look her in the eyes. “Go and dress then meet me in the kitchen. We will eat.” I turned away from her, expecting her to follow my directions immediately.

“Who called you? Why are you so angry?”

I laughed, continuing to glare at the phone. “My brother. After ten fucking years he thinks I’m going to talk to him.” There was no reason for the words to spew from my mouth. None. I didn’t want her to learn anything about me. I didn’t give a shit.

Or so I thought.

When she hesitated before walking closer, daring to defy my space, I almost lashed out. Then she placed her hand on my shoulder, the touch ripping away the rage in a way that had never been done before. I was lightheaded, my body swaying. “Don’t, Alessandra. You need to leave me before I hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, at least not in this way, not out of anger. That much I know about you.”

“Then once again, you’d be wrong. Just go.”

“Why aren’t you close with your brother?”

Swallowing hard, I hissed before answering, “You don’t need to know.”

“At some point I guess I’m going to meet them. After all, you’re taking me back to Ireland. Isn’t that