My brain pounded with a thousand questions I didn’t have the answer to.
Breathe. Focus.
I would deal with the Max situation later, when my shock wore off and my brain cleared. There wasn’t much I could do about it now.
I blinked, forcing thoughts of my ex aside no matter how hard they tried to claw their way back to the forefront of my mind.
If the Olympics gave out gold medals for repression, I’d win one every four years.
“You said you were busy tonight.” Josh leaned his forearm against the wall above my head. His eyes pierced mine.
“I am.” I tossed my hair over my shoulder and pasted on an impudent smile. “Or maybe I just didn’t want to meet up with you. I guess you’ll never know.”
“You trying to provoke me, Red?” His dark warning snaked through me.
Yes.
“I only provoke people I care about.” I blinked up at him, the picture of innocence. “That doesn’t include you, Joshy.”
Anticipation climbed in my chest when a soft snarl rose in his throat. “It’s not care I want from you.”
He claimed my lips in a punishing kiss. My blood burned at the onslaught, and when his tongue forced mine into submission, I yanked a fistful of his hair in retaliation until he hissed out a pained growl.
“Oops,” I mocked. “Forgot how soft you were. I’ll try to be gentler next time.”
Josh straightened and licked the spot of blood on his lower lip. I’d nipped him so hard during our kiss I’d broken skin.
“Don’t worry, Red,” he said, his smile a vicious slash across his face. “I’ll show you just how soft I can be.”
He closed his hand around my wrist in an iron grip and yanked me toward an unmarked door across the hall. Surprisingly, it was unlocked.
Josh pushed me in.
It was some sort of supply closet slash overflow room. Paper goods and utensils crowded the black metal shelves, a fog machine sat in the corner between a rolled-up rug and a broken-down chandelier, and a mirror hung on the wall opposite the door above a small table.
The click of the door locking behind me brought my attention back to Josh. His presence filled every corner of the room, making the small space feel even smaller, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body across every inch of my skin.
Or maybe the heat was from the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me whole.
Sparks danced through me.
Blood pounding in my ears, electricity lighting up my veins. Thoughts of Max already fading into the nether where they belonged.
This was exactly what I needed.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something?” I asked in as bored a tone as I could muster.
Josh’s eyes glinted in the dim light. He walked toward me, each slow step sending another jolt of anticipation and fear down my spine.
It took him only a few strides to reach me, but by the time he did, my heart was ready to burst out of my chest.
He didn’t take his eyes off me as he yanked my dress up and ripped my underwear off.
I hissed out a protest when the flimsy silk shredded without resistance.
“That was my good underwear, asshole.”
Josh lowered his mouth to mine. “Ask me if I care.” He swallowed my angry retort with another bruising kiss while his fingers delved between my legs to find me already wet and aching for him.
Such a fucking jerk. That didn’t stop my body from craving his, but it also didn’t mean I had to make it easy for him.
I pushed him off and slapped him. Not hard, but enough for the satisfying smack of my palm meeting flesh to echo through the tiny space.
Adrenaline lit up my blood when his brief flare of shock morphed into fury.
Pinpricks of fear fanned my arousal into a white-hot flame. It burned hotter when he forced me to my knees and undid his belt and pants.
The thinly carpeted floor dug into my skin, and my breaths came out in harsh rasps when his cock sprung out, thick and angry and already leaking pre-cum.
“Open your mouth.”
Need pulsed through me like a living thing, but I met his blazing eyes with defiant ones of my own. I kept my lips firmly pressed together.
The message was clear.
Make me.
Josh’s eyes blazed hotter. His hand closed around my throat, and he squeezed. Harder and harder, until darkness edged my vision and I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my mouth to gasp for air, managing to drag in one breath before he shoved his cock in.
Oh God.
I gagged horribly, my throat bulging around his girth as drool leaked from the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin.
“Tuh mphfg.” Too big. My whine of protest came out muffled. I pushed half-heartedly against his thighs even as my juices dripped down my own.
The hard floor, the pinch of pain when Josh fisted my hair with both hands, the sensation of having my throat completely filled…it was too much.
My nipples hardened into diamond points, and I resisted the urge to stroke my clit.
I was already close to orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Josh tugged my head back until he stared straight down into my tear-filled eyes. “I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours until the only sound you’ll be able to make is the one of you choking on my cock,” he said calmly. He rubbed one of my tears away with his thumb.
An electric shiver ripped down my spine at the contrast between his lethally soft threat and his tender touch.
“The next time you want to insult me, I want you to think about this.” He withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained in my mouth, paused, and plunged down in one sharp thrust. I gagged again, the tears flowing faster, the heat in my belly stoking hotter. “You on your knees, gagging on every inch of my cock while I ruin your tight little throat.”
I whimpered. My nipples and pussy were so sensitive a strong gust of air could very well tip me over the edge.
“Mphm yphf.” Fuck you.
Josh smiled, and the pinpricks of fear intensified until my entire body was a live wire of sensation.
“This is going to be fun.”
That was the last warning I got before he started fucking my mouth so mercilessly it was all I could do to try and suck in breaths through my nose before he bottomed out again.
My helpless gurgles mixed with his harsh groans and the obscene slap of his balls against my chin as he punished my throat exactly the way he’d promised.
Hard. Brutal. Unrelenting.
I squirmed and tried to ease the ache in my jaw, but he was too big and the fucking too furious. Eventually, however, my throat opened up, and he was able to slide even deeper with less resistance.
“That’s it,” Josh groaned. “Every inch, just like that. I knew you could take it.”
I moaned at the praise. I couldn’t see properly through the tears clouding my vision, but the buzz between my legs had grown too loud for me to ignore.
I reached down to rub my clit.
Before I could make contact, Josh yanked himself out of my mouth, lifted me up, and bent me over the table, ignoring my protest.
“You were enjoying your punishment a little too much, Red. We can’t have that.” He pushed my legs wider with his knee, his voice rough with lust. “Look at you. You’re fucking soaked for me.”
“It’s not for you, asshole.” My retort sounded breathless and unconvincing to my own ears. “I hate you.”