Pretty Monster

by Sheridan Anne

“Disrespect me, Alex,” I demand. “I also said that when I tell you you’re welcome to my body, you can take it. And fuck, Alex. I need you to take it.” He groans low, and I feel the vibration through his chest, and before I even know what’s going on, his grip tightens on my ass and he throws me up until my thighs are braced over his strong shoulders, his face hovering right in front of my needy cunt. “Holy shit,” I breathe, my chest heaving. “Hold the fucking frame, Ky,” he says, his gaze pointedly shifting to the door frame just behind my head, and I don’t hesitate, my hands flying over my head as I cling on to the narrow ledge to keep my balance, trusting Alex to hold the rest of my weight.

“You’re only going to find me again, and judging by the raging hard-on I felt in your pants in the park, something tells me you like it when I run from you.” Alex grins right back at me, and the way his eyes sparkle with lethal excitement has everything south of the border clenching. “You’re damn fucking right, I liked it,” he growls, his hand curling around the back of my neck as he stands, picking me up with him and slamming my back against the cellar wall, pinning me with his big body.

Not to him. Because when I look down at him, beneath the eyes of my wicked stalker, is the heart of the man I’ve fallen completely head over heels in love with.