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Feeling a bit flustered and so damn confused about it, I take a step toward the door, but Rague moves in front of me.
“Why are you being so stubborn?” I huff, not feeling even slightly afraid of him. Stupidly, I might add. He flattens his adversary in every fight. Nevertheless, both my body and my brain are telling me that he won’t hurt me.
“Why are you being so unreasonable?” he annoyingly counters.
“I need some destressing, perhaps.” I let the innuendo sink in, raising a challenging brow at him. The vein in his forehead starts to throb. I bite the inside of my cheek against the smirk that desperately wants to escape. Because something tells me that if I keep poking him, he might actually end up knocking me against the wall—and fucking me.A guy can hope.
Despite the fact that he doesn’t make a move but continues to observe me with a passive expression on his serious face, I see through him. He wants me but hesitates for some reason. And although I would fucking like a repeat of his enormous cock in my throat, and I’d probably be able to have it if I kept pushing him, I’m not in the mood for another fight tonight.
“Look, I sucked you once. It doesn’t mean you’re in my debt or anything. Okay?” I look straight into his eyes to convey how serious I am about it, and then I push past him. And he lets me go. I’m not delusional enough to think I have the strength to move Rague, he just allows it.
It’s disappointing how easily he dropped it. I actually do need to destress, and some fooling around with Rague would have been very welcome. But I guess I have to settle for my trusty hand again, and since Sully is away, I’m free to do so. Maybe it’s for the best. I need to put an end to this crush before it becomes unmanageable.
I quickly rush out of the bathroom and the building. It’s so damn cold, I need to get a pair of gloves unless I don’t mind losing a couple of fingers. I’m halfway through the parking lot when his voice makes me freeze.
“So, you can stalk me to my home, but I can’t tell you when you’re doing something as fucked up as going against a fighter much stronger than you?”
My mouth turns dry. Damn it! I knew Lori’s shitty driving would get us caught.So, that was his home.
My mind quickly finds a snarky reply. “Is your car theKnight Ridertype or do you have eyes in the back of your head?” I turn around, seeing him prowling toward me, almost menacingly. I suddenly feel like prey. An eager one, though. And I slowly back away until my spine is pressed against the cold metal of a car. Soon, I feel the coldness spreading over my back.Shitty puffer.My fingers tighten around the backpack handle; the hard, cheap fabric digs into my palm.
What the fuck am I doing? I don’t cower in a corner. Never.
“Who’s stalking now?” I try for a confident tone, but it sounds too breathy. Trepidation and desire are rolling inside of me, and I fucking love thathe’s the one causing them.
“You need to stop this, Ollie.” My name on his lips sounds delicious. I want to hear him say it again. And again while he’s emptying his balls on my face.
“Stop what?” I bite my lower lip, and yes! His eyes fall there.
Instead of answering, he asks, “Why were you following me? And who was the person in the car with you?” He doesn’t sound or look disturbed by my stalkerish behavior, more…suspicious.
“I wasn’t following you per se,” I lie through my teeth. And hell will freeze over before I put Lori in danger.
The light from the street lamp creates shadows on his face, turning his scowl into a dark, hair-raising glower. It has my breath catching, my body feels petrified. He looks strong. Majestic. Like he’s ready to take anything I throw at him. He could break me with those large hands, and the realization, instead of making me run, sets me on fucking fire. My lips part, my breath and pulse start racing, and my cock plumps all the way, tenting my sweats. He has this effect on me just by walking toward me. Would I black out if he fucked me?
He stops in front of me, just a breath away. The points of his boots press against my old sneakers. I tremble, but not from the cold. I’m so turned on, I’m sweating. It’s his commanding presence, his rich musky scent, the force of his gaze on me, so utterly focused, like I’m the only thing worth watching.
He grabs my wrists, forcing me to drop my backpack on the ground, and pins them on either side of my shoulders against the cool surface of the car. His grip is firm, a touch painful. I don’t know how, but again, I get the sense that he’d let me go if I asked him. Stupid of me to think that since I don’t know him from Adam. But my gut is usually right. Following it has saved my neck more than once in the past.
“Try again, kitty. I’m very good at detecting lies. You just lied to me, and I don’t like it.” His deep rumbly words make me gasp. I feel the strange urge to apologize to him, which I promptly push away.
Instead, I whisper sultrily, “And what else are you good at?”
“Making people talk.” Interesting, since he doesn’t talk much. His eyes are studying my lips. And when I slick them with my tongue, he seems hypnotized by the movement.
“I bet. And what technique do you use to make them talk?” My heart is trying to punch out of my chest for how fast it’s running. How I’m still standing is beyond me.
“Anything. I use any tool at my disposal,” he growls again.
A hundred filthy images shuffle through my mind—me caged under Rague while he uses histoolon me. I open my legs and arch mindlessly against him, pressing my throbbing cock against his leg. He pushes back, slotting his large hips between my thighs, pinning me to the car and forcing me to feel his whole massive, hard body.
I moan, trying to stroke my aching dick while feeling his huge monstrous beauty growing hard and ready against my belly. But I can hardly move, held down by his much heavier physique. Our size difference turns me the fuck on. The knowledge that I’m at the mercy of all this brawn…fuck. My ass clenches and unclenches, feeling so damn empty.
“Let’s try again. Why did you follow me, Ollie?” he asks with that gruff tone that makes precum drip off my slit. When he says my name with that commanding tone, I want to spill all my secrets.
“I…” I swallow hard; his breath feels so warm against my lips. His tempting mouth is so close, I want a taste. I need it. Following my desire, I move my face toward his, but he jerks back.
I can’t stop myself from whimpering, my head falls back on the car door.
