Page 64 of Dangerous Men (Fortune City Mafia #1)

SYDNEY

I’m so sick of pretending. Sick of running from what I want. From who I am.

Alec’s kiss tastes like everything I’ve ever denied myself. His fingers flex in my hair when he deepens our kiss, his tongue rolling over mine.

He moans when he lifts me, hands firm and hard where they grip my legs, as he carries me to his bed.

God, he’s so beautiful. I stare at him in awe when he breaks our kiss, losing myself in his dark eyes. Alec lowers me on top of his bedspread, body dominating mine as he crawls on top of me, before kissing me again, his tongue savaging my mouth.

But when he presses too hard against my swollen lip and I flinch, everything changes.

Alec stills, his lips hovering over mine, his body lifting just a fraction, so he’s no longer pressing me hard against the mattress. The next kiss is hesitant. Sweet and soft.

Far too soft.

He’s holding back. I grip his shoulders tighter, pulling him against me, but the lips that press against my neck are barely a whisper against my skin. His hands are so gentle as they glide over my ribs, barely touching the fabric of my dress.

Like he’s scared of hurting me. Scared of frightening me away, even now.

“Stop,” I whisper.

Those hands stop moving. Alec’s dark eyes find mine. He waits patiently, his face unreadable.

“I… I want it like before,” I say, wriggling against the mattress. “I want it rough.”

Alec is perfectly still as he considers me, muscles tense.

“Are you sure, Sydney?” he asks.

When I nod, something like victory flashes in his eyes. He shifts, spreading his knees a little further on the bedspread. Then his mouth is on mine, his tongue is slipping between my lips, and the hand that grips my ribs is anything but gentle.

I gasp when he bites down, teeth sharp against my bottom lip, and it’s not just the pain, and it’s not just the sensation that has me arching up against him, hips grinding into his body.

It’s the memory of Viper doing this same thing, the memory of him pressing a blood-covered thumb against my tongue.

“More!” I gasp as Alec moves down my jaw, licking and biting at the sensitive skin of my neck.

His hands are rough now, clawing at me, gripping me. There’s a sound of tearing fabric as he grabs my dress and pulls.

“Is this what you want?” Alec’s voice is a dark rasp as he tears my shredded dress off me, tossing it aside. My bra is next, practically torn from my body.

“I want you, Alec,” I pant. “I want?—”

I gasp as he bends down and takes my nipple in his mouth, his teeth rough against my flesh. I reach down to grab his hair, tugging at it as he bites down again. It hurts, a sharp jolt of pain.

And I love it.

“Roll over, darling,” Alec says, releasing my nipple. When I don’t comply fast enough, lost in a haze of sensation, Alec lets out a sound like a growl and grabs me by my hips, flipping me onto my stomach.

Oh fuck .

“Look at you,” Alec says. There’s awe in his voice as he says it, like he’s admiring a work of art. He runs his hand down the small of my back and grabs my ass, fingers digging into my flesh. “Perfection.”

His hand moves to the nape of my neck, and he grips it, pinning me to the mattress with one hand as he pulls my underwear off.

“You want it rough, darling?” Alec asks in a gruff voice, letting go of my neck. “You want me ?”

I gasp at the sound of him removing his belt. Alec moves until he’s straddling my back, one knee on either side of my hips, and grabs my hand.

In a practiced movement, Alec loops the belt over my wrist, then grabs my other hand and does the same, tightening the leather until it almost hurts.

He presses my bound wrists against the mattress above my head, threading the belt through his bed frame and securing it in place with a hard yank. Then he leans down until his lips brush the back of my neck.

“You look so good like this. Tied up for me to use.”

I moan, writhing against the mattress. A moment later, I feel his hand snake down my back, over the curve of my ass, dipping between my thighs.

With one hand on my neck, holding me in place, he slips his fingers into me.

My scream is muffled by the bed as he fucks me hard with his fingers.

“Who do you belong to, darling?” Alec asks. There’s a dark edge to his voice that makes me tremble .

I can’t think. I can’t move. My world has narrowed to the wonderfully dirty things his fingers are doing to me.

“Answer me, Sydney.”

“You,” I gasp. I raise my hips as far as I can off the mattress, gasping every time his fingers enter me.

“Are you mine , Sydney ? ” His voice is rough. “Or ours?”

His fingers thrust hard inside of me. The words tumble out of my mouth without thought, without reason.

“All of yours!” I gasp.

And I mean it.

I want all of them. Alec, my dark prince. Ashton, my sweet friend. Sebastian, my vicious protector.

Maybe even Viper.

I don’t even think when I say it, don’t even consider that it might not be what he wants to hear. But Alec groans his approval, his fingers thrusting into me harder.

“That’s right, darling. You’re all ours.”

God, I’m so close. I pull against the belt holding my wrists and arch against the mattress, wanting more.

With a cruel laugh, Alec pulls his fingers from me, depriving me of my release. He shifts further down the bed, moving until he’s between my legs. Then he presses those same fingers into my mouth, forcing them as far in as he can get them.

“That’s our fucking girl,” he says. The deliciously thick head of his cock presses against my entrance, rubbing against me, before he forces himself inside.

It’s impossible to scream around the fingers invading my mouth. The noises I make are garbled and warped as he starts to fuck me.

“You were made for us, darling,” Alec grunts. His pace is fast and rough and exactly what I want from him. He slams into me, words punctuated by his hard thrusts .

“All.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Four.” Thrust. “Of us.”

Light explodes behind my eyes as I come, my body arching against Alec’s as my muscles go almost painfully tense. With a guttural curse, he follows me, burying himself entirely inside me and filling me with his release.

I should be mortified. When Alec pulls his fingers from my mouth, a trail of drool follows, and I notice that I’ve drooled a small spot on his sheets. My makeup must be a mess, my mascara smeared over my face.

I can’t seem to bring myself to care as I pant for breath, every nerve in my body fuzzy and satisfied.

“Are you okay?” Alec’s voice is breathless. But his hands are unfathomably gentle as he carefully undoes the belt still wrapped around my wrists. He leans over my back, cock still buried inside of me, and softly kisses the inside of each wrist.

I nod, head heavy against the bedsheets.

“Use your words, darling. I need to hear it.”

“I’m okay,” I mumble.

Alec grunts in acknowledgement. He pulls out of me slowly, inch by inch, before sliding off me.

“Stay right here,” Alec tells me. “I’m getting you some water.”

This time, apparently, I don’t need to answer out loud. The mattress dips and rises as Alec rolls off the bed.

I feel like I’m floating. With a soft groan, I roll over onto my back. I’m sore all over. My lips, my hand, my wrists. Lower, I feel stretched from his cock. But the pain feels oddly pleasant.

I like it, I realize.

Alec returns with a glass of water, lifting my head up off the bed so he can hold it for me while I drink.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he murmurs, as I swallow. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

My God, this man. The praise makes me arch against the mattress, wanting even more, and Alec’s lips twitch into a smile as he takes the glass from me and sets it on the bedside table.

“Come here,” Alec says as he lies down next to me. He pulls me toward him until my head is resting on his shoulder, our limbs intertwined. We lay there like that, curled up together, content. Happy.

“Stay the night with me,” Alec says, tracing his finger down the curve of my back. “Please.”

I lift my head to look at him. He looks vulnerable after he says it. Like I’ll break his heart if I leave. Like he needs this. Needs me .

My lips curve into a small smile, and I nod. “Okay. I can stay.”

“Earl can drive you home early tomorrow,” he tells me. His hand goes to my thigh then, pinning me open. His fingers dip between my legs and gather up the cum that has dripped out of me. I gasp when he uses his fingers to push all of it back inside.

“I want you to keep this in you,” Alec says, pushing his fingers in even deeper. “I want to spend all day at work tomorrow knowing I’m still inside you.”

My pussy throbs at the words, clenching around his fingers, and I lick my lips before I nod.

With a satisfied grunt, Alec removes his fingers and reaches over me to grab my panties, sliding them back over my legs and onto my body. I reach for my dress to cover myself, before remembering it’s ruined. When I hold it up, the front is torn nearly in half.

Unwearable.

“You don’t happen to have a shirt I could wear to bed, do you?” I ask coyly. “Since you destroyed my clothes?”

Alec doesn’t even do me the courtesy of looking ashamed. He chuckles, taking the ruined dress from my hands and tossing it aside. “The closet over there,” he gestures toward the back of the room, farthest from the door. “Take anything you’d like.”

I feel his eyes on me as I slip off the bed and walk to the door. Devouring me.

I shouldn’t be surprised that the closet is a walk-in. Rows of suits and dress shirts line the walls, carefully hung on wooden hangers. I run my hands over the sleeves, luxuriating in the feel of the fabrics, before settling on a soft white dress shirt with a starched collar.

He said I could take anything, right?

The shirt goes almost to my knees when I put it on, and after I’ve buttoned it, I turn to leave.

But…

I wiggle my bare toes against the hardwood floor. Surely, anything also extends to a pair of socks, right?