14. Brixton

Chapter 14

Brixton

I s he fucking kidding me? Nothing?

Sam just stares at me. He doesn’t say a word or make a move. Hell, he might not even be breathing for all I know.

How the hell doesn’t he respond to that ?

God, I just want him to show some emotion, to come unglued.

Give me the finger. Punch me. Something.

Anything.

Because this raging fury is all-consuming, and I need to unleash it in some way before it eats me alive.

I grab the bottle off the counter and hurl it at the white wall. Water splashes everywhere. The plastic bottle clatters on the tile floor. My pulse thrums hard, sparks of heat prickling my skin.

“I knew it. You’re too much of a fucking saint to even try,” I scoff. “Pussy.”

I twist away from him and head for a hallway lined with closed doors. The place is a lot bigger than I thought when we walked in, not that I’d give him the satisfaction of backpedaling.

And fuck him for not even acknowledging me. I’m so done with him, with this whole sham. Right now, my temples are pounding and I need sleep. Since I’m stuck here for the night, I’ll just find a bed and crash.

I grit my teeth, my feet pounding against the shiny tile. I try to dig the toe of my boot into the polished ceramic to scuff it up but no luck. It’s Brixton-resistant.

Jesus, what a fucking circus. I can’t believe that bastard biker actually stabbed me back at the hospital.

Where the hell were the cameras then? Someone makes an attempt on my life, and nobody gives a damn. But I need to do a press conference and make a public apology?

My fucking ass.

I put a hand over the gauze dressing on my side, a twinge of pain making me wince. It’s Ben’s fault. He’s the one who made me go to the hospital. Where the hell was he when we left?

Gone. And he took my damn car with him.

I’m firing him tomorrow.

Scrubbing a hand down the front of my face, I reach for a door handle on the right. My fingers close around the brass and just as I twist it open, a rush of air shoots through my lips. Strong hands grip the back of my shirt and shove me into the darkness.

I flip around as Sam closes and locks the door behind him. A thin stream of light from between the blinds hits his face and my cock jerks.

Right now I’m having a hard time remembering that he’s supposed to be the angel in this whole charade.

Then again, the Devil started out as an angel, too.

Before he fell from grace .

Sam slowly moves toward me, his eyes glowing in the dim light, his lips twisted into a grimace like he just tasted shit. My gaze rakes up the length of his muscular body, finally landing on the distaste in his tight expression.

“You don’t know anything about me.” His voice is low, the angry vibrations rippling through me. “So don’t you fucking come into my house, throw a tantrum like a little bitch, and make comments you can’t back up, you self-centered prick.”

He doesn’t raise his voice for one single syllable, but it’s like he bellowed every word.

The rage inside me is clawing its way out, scraping at my insides as it bubbles to the surface.

Sweat licks at the hairs on the back of my neck, my skin tingling under Sam’s hard glare.

“Nice to see you’ve got a dark side, Sammy boy,” I sneer. “That you’re really human underneath that fucking superhero cape.”

He inches closer and I catch a whiff of him. Fuck, he smells good. Not like cologne, though. It’s something else, fresh and clean. And with this new and unexpected twist of badass, it’s sexier than fuck and makes my head woozy with need.

“You think you can do and say whatever the fuck you want without consequence,” he says, reaching for my shirt. His fingers wrap tight around the fabric and he pulls me close so his good boy smell intoxicates me to the point where my knees wobble.

I want to be a good boy for him…

Whoa. Fuck. Where did that come from?

“Newsflash, I already told you that,” I choke out.

“You’re gonna learn what happens when you say the wrong thing to people.” Sam tightens his grip on me and lowers his head so his lips practically graze mine. “And that consequences matter. ”

“Is that a challenge?” I rasp. “Because I don’t think you have it in you to teach me a goddamn thing.”

His heart beats wildly against mine since we’re standing chest to chest. I force my hips against him, his thick, hard cock straining against his jeans.

Fuck. Me.

Sam’s hand releases my shirt and moves up toward my neck. He gives it a little squeeze. “I’m tempted to do a hell of a lot more than this.”

“So do it.” I put my own hand over his, forcing him to tighten his hold. “Show me you can handle me.”

He slowly shakes his head. “No. I’m gonna show you that you can’t handle me.”

I grab his belt buckle, my dick practically dripping at his threat. “I think you’re all talk. It’s easy to say shit. Much harder to do it.” My lips lift, my smile a challenge. “And do it well.”

Before I can tug his belt open, a sudden force throws me against a wall. He pulls off his shirt and my mouth waters as my eyes trace the cuts of muscle defining his upper body.

Clear of tattoos, his skin is smooth and tan, and fuck, I want to lick every inch of him.

Sam pulls off my shirt, then runs a hand down the front of my torso, stopping right at the waistband of my jeans. Such a damn tease. I’m about to tell him so when his fingers wind into my hair. He twists them tight and pulls my head back, forcing me to look up. His breath is hot against my face and his lips are close enough for me to bite and suck.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

“Don’t kiss me. There’s nothing intimate about this. Nothing at all,” I say. “I don’t like you.”

“And I can’t fucking stand you,” he mutters.

Then he flips me around so I face plant against the wall. He pulls open my jeans and shoves them to my ankles. I kick them off. I hear a zipper pull and then a drawer open and close.

I almost let out a moan but swallow it back before it hits the air.

It’d sound too desperate.

And it would be very fucking accurate, too, because I need this man buried deep inside of me.

Immediately, if not sooner.

My stomach clenches. The slick head of his cock bobs against my ass. Everything tenses. I reach for my cock and stroke it. Precum gathers at the tip and I spread it down the length of my shaft so that it’s slick between my frenzied fingers.

One of Sam’s arms snakes around my waist, his other hand, slick with lube, scissors my hole to prep me. My balls ache, the sharp pain climbing into my gut. Just as I’m about to yell at him to fuck me already, he plows into my ass with one hard thrust. The scorching and intense burn makes me shudder, every cell sizzling at his claim on me.

He moves his hand lower and it closes on mine so that we’re both jerking my cock. He squeezes my hand like a vise as he fucks me long, hard, and deep. My whole body tenses as he hits my spot, driving against it until I can’t hold back the scream that tears through the heavy silence.

His teeth grab onto my ear and then assault my neck, nipping and tugging at my flesh. Holy shit, this guy is a sex god. His fingers rub over the tip of my dick, slicking precum over the slit.

“Beg me to make you come,” he hisses. “Tell me how much you need it. And don’t fucking lie and say you don’t love it.”

I slap one hand against the wall for support because I’m pretty damn sure my entire body is about to morph into goo under his delicious assault .

“I need it. Harder,” I gasp, driving my hips backward. “Fucking harder. Don’t you dare hold back. Make me feel everything.”

I clench my teeth, white light exploding behind my eyes, shooting from left to right like laser beams. The orgasm erupts out of me, hot ropes of cum shooting over the sides of our hands. After a few seconds, Sam lets out a low grunt with his final thrust and then collapses against my back.

A few seconds pass before he slips out of me and lets go of my cock. I lean forward, my forehead hitting the wall. My shoulders quake, aftershocks zapping every corner of my insides like a rogue pinball.

That was a fucking bone-melting lay if I ever had one.

I turn around and lean back against the wall, still trying to catch my breath. Jesus, who the hell is this guy who has me turned inside out and upside down?

I’ve been fucked before.

But what just happened?

Shit, that was a mind bending, otherworldly kind of fucking.

Dark, angry, passionate.

I didn’t think Sam had it in him.

And then all of a sudden, it was in me.

Sam picks up his clothes without a word.

He just looks at me like I’m a cockroach shitting up his pristine home.

“I was wrong about you,” he says, his voice flat.

“Why? Because you didn’t think I’d be the best you’ve ever had in your life?” I let out a sharp laugh.

But even as I say the words, I know they’re total bullshit. A defense mechanism to deflect from my own feelings about what just happened between us, since I’d never admit that he’s the first one to have this crazy effect on me. I knew there were sparks between us when we first met, but I had no idea that they’d materialize into such an epically earth-moving fuckfest.

“Hardly.” His lips lift into a nasty smirk. “I just think it’s ironic that you thought I’d be the one who was all talk.”

Then he turns and walks to the door, the moonlight hitting the perfect globes of his ass. I fall back onto the mattress as the door closes behind him.

Because there’s no way he wasn’t as affected by that as I was.

A smile toys with my lips.

Challenge fucking accepted, dick.