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CHAPTER 14

DYLAN

T he second we step outside, everything shifts. The bass of the music still vibrates through the walls behind us, but out here? It’s just us. The air is cool against my heated skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire already consuming me. His grip on my wrist is firm—not tight, not demanding, just unhurried certainty. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t ask if I’m sure. He already knows the answer. He leads me down a dimly lit alley, the neon club lights barely reaching us now.

The shadows feel private. Dangerous. The rough brick wall meets my back before I even register we’ve stopped.

His arm braces beside my head, his body heat radiating through the inches between us. I barely have time to breathe before his mouth is back on mine. Claiming. Demanding. Possessive. “You’ve been driving me insane all fucking night,” he murmurs against my lips. His free hand slides under my skirt, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh.

My breath catches, my pulse kicking up. But I refuse to let him see how badly I want this. I arch into his touch, challenging. “Then do something about it.”

His lips curve into something dark, wicked. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Before he can take things further, I flip the script. I push him back, just slightly, breaking free just enough to drop to my knees on the uneven pavement. The gravel digs into my skin but I don’t care. He curses, his head tipping back against the wall. “Fuck. You’re not playing fair.”

I smirk, dragging my nails lightly up his thighs before undoing his belt. “You don’t strike me as a man who likes fair.”

His eyes darken, something dangerous flickering in them. “No. I like winning.”

I hum, my fingers brushing the hard outline of his cock. “Good. Let’s see if you can keep standing.” I undo his pants and lower them, followed by his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, long and girthy. “Mmm, you’re not all talk, I see,” I say, admiring him.

He smirks down at me.

I drag my tongue along his length, slow, teasing, before taking him deep. His sharp inhale turns into a deep, shuddering groan. His fingers thread into my hair, his grip tightening just slightly, guiding me. “Goddamn. Just like that.”

I hollow my cheeks, moving faster, reveling in the way his breathing gets rougher.

“Fuck, you look so good like this. Taking me so fucking deep.” His grip tightens, his hips subtly rolling forward. “More.”

I can feel him starting to lose control. And just when he thinks he’s got me figured out— I pull back completely. Wipe my mouth. Look up at him with a smirk. “You taste like arrogance.”

He laughs, breathless. “And I bet you taste like trouble. Get up here.”

Before I can blink, he hauls me up, flipping our positions. He walks me back, step by step, until my back meets the wooden fence at the end of the alley. His hands grip my thighs, hiking my skirt up. Then he kneels.

His mouth teases the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teeth scraping just enough to make me shudder. “I’ve been thinking about this since you opened that smart mouth of yours.” He teases my lips with his fingers.

I barely get out a reply before his tongue replaces his fingers, teasing over my clit. My hands grip the wooden slats behind me, my head tipping back. “Fuck?—”

He groans into me, the vibration sending another jolt through my body. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

He eats me like a man possessed. Messy. Unrelenting. Fully in control. His tongue flicks, circles, drags, teases—keeping me right on the edge but never giving me release. “I want you to come screaming my name.”

My legs shake, my body already too far gone. “Then stop fucking teasing. And I don’t even know your name.”

He chuckles, dark and smug. “Ask nicely.”

I yank his hair, breathless. “Fuck you.”

“My name’s Kai, by the way.”

I smirk, panting. “Fuck you, Kai.”

He grins against me, then gives me exactly what I need. His tongue moves faster, fingers curling inside me. And it’s too much. I cry out, legs shaking as I shatter around him.

Before I even recover, he’s back to standing. His mouth crashes against mine, and I taste myself on his lips.

I moan into the kiss, fingers tangling in his shirt, yanking him closer.

His hands grip my hips, spinning me around.

My palms brace against the fence.

His hand slides under my skirt again, teasing my entrance. “You ready for me? And I didn’t catch your name.”

I push back against him, desperate. “Quit fucking around. And that’s because I didn’t give it to you. Dylan, my name is Dylan.”

He groans, adjusting himself. “I prefer to call you Trouble.”

I hear the rustle of his wallet, the tear of a condom wrapper. And then he thrusts in deep.

I gasp, my nails digging into the fence. “Oh fuck?—”

He grips my hips hard, holding me in place. “That’s right. Take it, Trouble. Take all of me.” He sets a brutal rhythm, each thrust knocking the breath from my lungs.

The sounds are filthy—skin slapping against skin. My whimpers and moans mixing with his deep, guttural groans.

One hand slides up my back, gripping my shoulder. Keeping me exactly where he wants me. “You feel so fucking good. You’re squeezing me so goddamn tight.”

I’m spiraling again, the pleasure building too fast. “Harder...”

He growls, obeying without hesitation. “You’re going to come all over my big cock, aren’t you?” His fingers slide between my legs, finding my clit.

He continues to thrust, and I moan as the coil continues to tighten in my core.

I shatter again, my body trembling, my voice breaking as I moan against the fence.

Kai follows seconds later, thrusting deep, groaning against my shoulder as he comes inside me.

We’re both breathing hard, wrecked.

He leans forward, brushing his lips against the back of my neck.

"Fuck, Trouble."

I let out a breathless laugh, still pressed against the fence. “Yeah. That was… something.”

He pulls back slightly, adjusting my skirt for me. A rare tenderness in the gesture. Then he smirks, eyes dark with something still unfinished. “We’re not done yet.”

I blink, still catching my breath. “No?”

He grabs my hand, pulling me toward the street. “Not even close.” His voice is low, sure, promising. The night isn’t over. Not by a long shot. “Come with me.”