Page 50 of The Heart Breaker

His hand slides up my spine and closes around the back of my neck, holding me steady as he thrusts again, harder this time, like he’s determined to carve the memory of this into my bones. Then his grip shifts, moving to the front of my throat, squeezing lightly as he fucks me, testing exactly what I’ll let him get away with.

I gasp at the bolt of heat that tears through me, and when his grip eases, it pisses me off.

“Don’t be a pussy, Reaper. Choke me.”

A low curse slips out of him, and his hand tightens again, giving me exactly what I asked for as he thrusts harder into me. Heat floods through me so fast I swear I see stars, my body locking up around him hard enough to pull a groan from his throat.

“So fucking desperate to be fucked,” he says against my ear, his voice rumbly and ragged.

I open my mouth, ready to tell him exactly where he can shove his ego, when footsteps crunch somewhere beyond the hedge.

I go still.

The heat humming low in my body drifts as voices come from the patio, close enough that if anyone takes even a few steps too far, they’ll find us.

His hand grips my ass as he thrusts deeper, and I know he’s not planning on stopping.

I feel his mouth curve against my neck. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs. “Suddenly shy?”

“If they see—” The words barely leave me before he cuts me off with another hard thrust.

“Then don’t make a sound,” he says, his voice breaking as he keeps moving inside me. “Unless you want them to hear you getting fucked.”

The voices get louder, drifting closer, and that sharp burst of panic settles in my chest. I bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep quiet, but the thought of someone finding us—finding me like this—makes a low moan leave my lips and my pussy clenches around him.

He drops his mouth to my ear, his breath warm against my skin while mine goes completely ragged. “What would you do,” he whispers, “if they came around that corner right now and saw you taking my cock?”

Oh god.

“Would you stop?” he asks, his breath sliding over my neck. “Or would you keep letting me fuck you while they watched?”

A helpless shiver runs through me.

A dark little laugh leaves him, full of pure satisfaction. “Jesus,” he mutters, gripping my ass in his hand. “You like that idea way too much.”

He yanks my hips back, bending me a little more, his cock nudging deeper at this angle. I barely get a breath in before his palm comes down hard, spanking me. I let out a loud moan, which he groans at, smoothing the sting with his palm a second later.

Every drag of his cock feels punishing, like he’s trying to fuck the memory out of both of us.

I wish he could.

I wish this could be enough to burn it all out, so when it’s over, I can finally be done with him.

Because this shit is dangerous. Letting him touch me like this. Letting him take control of my body.

It can’t happen again.

I moan before I can stop it, my fingers clawing at the tree for something to hold on to. His hands fly to mine, pinning them flat against the bark, one on each side of my head, caging me there as he drives into me.

“Fuck, look at you,” he grinds out, his breath hot against my ear. “You think any of those guys inside could handle you?” His hips slam flush to my ass as he pushes every inch of himself into me. “You’d chew them up before they could even get hard.”

He laces his fingers with mine, forcing my hands harder against the tree, pinning me in place. “You need someone who will bend you over and fuck the attitude out of you. You needme.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip so hard I taste blood, my eyes dropping to the rough bark inches from my face. I feel a wave of shame as my body clenches around him, the pleasure curling around me, settling deep inside me.

“I don’t need you,” I grit out, squeezing my eyes closed when his piercing hits that spot inside me again. “And I definitely don’t want you.”

He lets go of my hands and slides one palm up my chest, hauling me upright against him. My back hits solid muscle, his heat swallowing me up, his breath sliding along the side of my face as he turns my head until I feel his breath hit my lips.