Page 42 of Dangerous Men (Fortune City Mafia #1)

“We could watch something together. Maybe a movie, if you would like?” He gestures vaguely toward a room, hidden somewhere deep in his penthouse suite. “I have a TV room up here. We could order anything you’d like to watch.”

I shake my head, grinning.

“I’d like to just sit with you,” I tell him. “If that’s okay?”

Alec smiles. “That’s more than okay, Red,” he tells me. He shifts, once again sitting so close that his leg presses against mine.

“Red?” I ask, tilting my head to look at him.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “You were wearing red the first time I saw you.”

“At my store?” I purse my lips, trying to remember what outfit I was wearing the first time I saw him. I don’t own a lot of clothing that’s red.

Alec makes a noncommittal sound in his throat, and stretches across the chair behind me, pulling me closer to him.

Leaning against him, I release a long breath and let myself relax. My eyes close, and I breathe in the smell of his cologne.

It’s not a surprise at all when I feel Alec’s hand settle on my knee again.

“You like touching, don’t you?” I ask, smiling, eyes still closed.

“Sometimes,” Alec admits, sounding almost embarrassed. “I enjoy touching you . I like it so much I feel like I’m addicted to it. I don’t think I can stop.”

“I don’t mind,” I say .

His hand moves up further, thumb stroking the skin on my inner thigh.

“I loved our video chat, darling, truly I did, but nothing, nothing , compares to this. To feeling your skin against mine.”

His hand moves higher.

I sigh again, relaxing even more against him, letting my legs part a little. A tacit invitation for him to go further.

Alec shifts next to me, moving closer, and I feel his lips hovering over my own before he speaks.

“I’d like to kiss you, Sydney. May I?”

I open my eyes, wanting to see him when I answer. His eyes are dark and beautiful.

“Yes. Please,” I tell him.

Alec almost groans in relief, closing the gap between us and capturing my mouth with his. His hand slides all the way up my thigh, gripping me by the hip and rolling me until I’m suddenly on his lap, straddling him.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.” Alec breaks the kiss to growl. Then he pulls me to him again, tongue tangling with mine, pulling me hard against him.

I place my hands against his chest and sink into the kiss. Under me, I can feel him hardening, straining against the fabric of his slacks.

Screw going slow. What the hell was I even thinking when I’d wanted that?

I shift my hips against him, moaning into his mouth at the sensation. There’s too much clothing between us, and I want—no, I need —to feel him.

Alec seems to agree.

“I need to see you,” Alec murmurs, kissing down to my neck. Gripping my hips, he rocks hard against me, pulling a gasp from me. “All of you.”

His hands make quick work of the buttons on my dress, pulling it from my shoulders and letting it fall away. I pull at his shirt, and he doesn’t even bother undoing any buttons before he drags it from his waist and rips it over his head.

“Look at you,” he growls, trailing a hand down my chest and stomach. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

I don’t bother fighting back the smile that creeps over my face. I’ve never done well with compliments. It’s not so much a self-esteem thing as much as just…awkwardness. But I love the way he and Ash look at me, the way they call me beautiful.

He pulls me back in for another searing kiss, his hand sliding up my back as he does so and unclasping my bra. I let it fall off my shoulders and down to the floor.

“Stop me if I’m moving too fast,” Alec murmurs against my lips. “You can tell me if you want me to stop.”

I don’t. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.

“Fuck me, Alec. Please,” I plead. “I need to feel you.”

He breaks our kiss with a groan, rolling his hips underneath me. He’s practically panting when he pulls away from me enough to stare into my eyes.

“Wrap your legs around me, darling,” he orders, standing as he says it. Startled, I do, wrapping my arms around his neck too, a little scared he’ll drop me.

But Alec carries me effortlessly to a bedroom, like I weigh nothing at all, coming to his knees on the mattress before laying me down gently on top of it.

“I promised myself I’d be gentle,” he tells me, voice rough. “For our first time together, I fucking promised myself I would be gentle with you.”

His hands are on his pants, practically shredding them as he pulls them off and tosses them aside.

I moan when he kneels between my legs, his hard cock even more beautiful in real life. I reach out to touch it, stroking it. It’s so thick my fingers barely touch .

Alec’s hips buck under my touch, and he growls, low and primal.

“Feel how hard you make me, Sydney? I don’t think I can keep that promise.” The words almost sound like an apology. His stare bores into me.

But it feels inevitable at this point. And I want it. I want him to ruin me.

“Then don’t be gentle,” I whisper.

He holds my gaze for a beat, chest rising and falling with his breath.

And then, faster than I can react, his hand is around my neck.

I give a small, shocked gasp, my hands coming up instinctively to wrap around his wrist. The gesture is pointless.

The muscles in Alec’s arm are hard as stone, pinning me effortlessly to the bed, and there’s not a chance in hell I’d be able to move him even if I wanted to.

He doesn’t even notice my hands gripping him, his full attention on my lower body as he rips my underwear off with his other hand and tosses them aside.

I can’t move, pinned to the bed by him, and suddenly his fingers are there, rubbing down my slit, and making me moan.

“You’re so fucking wet, aren’t you?” he growls, sliding a single finger inside me and tightening his grip on my throat.

Holy. Fuck .

This shouldn’t be such a turn-on. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. This is dirty. This is violent. This is dangerous.

This is… so fucking hot.

I let his wrist go, hands falling to the side to grip the sheets as he thrusts another finger inside me.

“I need to be inside you,” he says, fingers pumping into me. “But you need to come for me first, sweetheart. You’re going to take every inch of me, and it’ll be so much easier if you come… ”

I’m already almost there, pleasure coiling inside me, when he adds another finger.

“So fucking tight,” he says, fucking me relentlessly with his hand. He grips my throat a little harder, and I moan, head lolling back.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asks, flexing his hand and making me gasp. The fingers wrapped around my neck press dangerously hard against my pulse. Inside me, his other fingers curl, hitting that perfect spot. “You like it a little rough, don’t you, darling?”

It’s more of a shock to me than it is to him, but he’s right.

I love it.

Why do I love this?

“Because you’re mine.” Alec somehow answers my silent question while fucking me faster, harder.

I cry out, my body shaking, wanting to move, but he’s holding me so completely still against the bed.

I feel powerless under his grip. Helpless.

And I love it. “This pussy? This is mine. So be a good girl and come for me, so I can finally take it.”

Holy shit.

It doesn’t take much more than a few more thrusts, and I’m coming undone, screaming as I break, my pussy convulsing over his fingers.

“That’s it, darling, give it to me. Get that pussy ready for me.”

I feel like I’m breaking, every muscle in my body tightening. When it finally dies down, I relax in waves, riding his fingers, until I collapse back against the bed, gasping for breath.

When Alec’s fingers leave me, I briefly mourn the wonderful sensation of being filled by him, but a moment later, he climbs on top of me, and something thicker presses against my entrance .

He enters me slowly at first, one hand at my throat and the other under my thigh, pinning me open for him.

But even slow, it’s too much. I almost hyperventilate, panicked that I can’t do it. With a snarl, Alec leans forward, clasping his mouth over mine, tongue savaging my mouth, and—in one hard thrust—he pushes all the way inside me.

I try to scream, but it’s swallowed by his mouth, and then he’s moving, pulling out inch by delicious inch only to slam into me again.

“Fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back to swear. He releases my neck, but only to grab my wrists, pinning them above me on the bed. My unpinned leg wraps around his waist as he fucks me.

His fingers were nothing compared to this. The toys were nothing compared to this.

There’s nothing in the world that even comes close to how incredible Alec feels, his cock filling me more than I’ve ever known, his hips rolling against me with every thrust.

His tempo picks up, and my leg pulls him to me tighter, needing him closer.

“That’s it, darling, take me,” he grunts. “Take every fucking inch you need. Fuck, you’re close again already, aren’t you? I can feel you gripping me, feel you wanting more. Take it. It’s all for you.”

I struggle against his hold on my wrists, wanting to touch him, wanting to wrap my arms around him.

“Such a good girl,” he tells me. “You take me so fucking well, darling. Show me how much you love it. I need to feel you come apart on my cock.”

I can’t. I’ve never come like this before, not once, not with anyone. But the way he’s moving his hips, the way he rubs against me each time our bodies connect …

The orgasm hits me so hard I almost break his hold on me, my body arching and bucking with the force of it.

Alec swears, fucking me harder, harder than I even thought possible, gripping me with enough force I’m sure to bruise, and then he’s following me, shouting my name as he buries himself inside me.

I feel each pulse of his cock as he comes, filling me up. And I ride that high with him, chasing the last of my own pleasure as we spiral down together.