Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(53)

She reaches back, her breasts rising and stretching with her arms as she whips her shirt off. I grab one breast so hard, she whimpers. The inhibition sickness slams me back from my lust as I realize I hurt her with that move. “Sorry,” I whisper.

“I like it, Lincoln,” she whispers back. “I like it a little rough.”

“It makes me sick if I physically hurt you, Molly. So I can’t get carried away.”

“You don’t know what hurts me. I know what hurts me. So you need to retrain yourself, Super Alpha.”

“No stupid nicknames,” I growl.

“You call me gun girl. So I can call you something too.”

“Yeah, because that name is damn cute and reminds me of that day out on the road. Super Alpha is just stupid.”

“Yeah, it’s stupid. Considering you’re not even alpha. I am.”

“Shit, woman.”

She laughs and kisses me on the neck, whispering in my ear. “Show me how alpha you are, Lincoln. Control me. Fuck me hard. Bite my nipples. Pound your cock into my * until I scream. I promise you, none of those screams will be from the pain.”

Good God. I push her harder against the wall. Molly Masters might have delusions of grandeur. She might see me as some superhero capable of cleaning up corruption and doing good deeds. And I might not be the hero she’s looking for, but Super Fuckman I can do.

“Show me, Alpha,” she moans, rocking her hips back and forth across my cock, trying to drive me crazy. “Show me the difference between pain and pleasure.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Detective. Because you’re about to get it.”

She squeals as I lift her up into my arms and carry her to the stairs, sitting her ass on a step halfway up. “Unbutton,” I order, pointing to her pants.

She obeys and then I grab the hem of her jeans and pull until they come flying off. “Let’s go upstairs,” she says.

“Let’s do it right here,” I counter. I undo the button and drag the zipper down my pants and then shove the fabric down until my cock springs out.

“No,” she squeals. And then she tries to turn and crawl up the stairs, but I flip her back around and press her hands into the step above her head. “Are you alpha enough to hold me down?”

“I’m gonna make you pay for that,” I say.

She squeals and tries to escape as I reach for her breast. But I grab her ankle and she goes crazy. Her whole body starts contorting. “I’m ticklish!”

“Hold still then, gun girl.”

She stops, or tries her best. Little giggles are still erupting out of her mouth. I’m being rough with her, but she’s sending me all the right signals. I just need to learn to read her better. Know her better. Teach her how I like it, and let her show me how she responds.

I spread her legs open on the stairs and lick her *. She sucks in air and then holds it in as my tongue sweeps around her folds. “Oh,” she moans. “My f*cking God.”

I lick her again, then catch her soft skin between my teeth and give it a nip. She jumps, squealing, and the nausea rolls though me and I stop immediately.

A hand on my shoulder gives me reassurance. “It’s OK, Lincoln. I love it. Don’t get my signals mixed up.”

“I’ll never hurt you again, Molly. Ever. I promise. And if you need a hero, I’ll be your hero. You belong to me. You are my Omega and I love that. I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.”

“Then take me the way you want, Alpha. Because we start now. This is our beginning. Tonight. Right here on my stairs. I want you to f*ck me until you feel sick, then do it again and again until it doesn’t make you sick anymore. So next time you won’t have to wonder where my limits are.”

Jesus Christ. Molly Masters is my fantasy realized.

“Challenge accepted.”





Chapter Thirty-Two - Molly




His mouth is driving me crazy and it’s not nearly enough.

I don’t even know what to do except let him know I want more. So I thread my fingers into his unruly, bad-boy hair and grab hold. “Lick me,” I say, looking into his flashing eyes. “I’ll beg for it if you want. But please, just keep going.”

“Mmmmm,” he says around my nipple. “I like begging. But let’s make this a little more interesting.” And then he lowers himself down to my * and sucks on my clit.

“Jesus,” I whisper. “I agree, no matter what your idea is.”

He laughs into my * and this makes my back arch and my nipples jut up into hard peaks. His tongue feels like magic and when he pulls away, I try my best to make him continue. “Easy.” His words vibrate against my clit and drive me wild. “Let’s have some fun.”

“I’m fine with this kind of fun,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”

“But games are good, gun girl. And this one especially. It’s called pain and pleasure. I get to do anything I want. You get to tell me to keep going or stop and try something else. But you can’t be shy, Molly. You just have to trust me, open yourself up to new things, and be honest. That’s the only thing that matters.”

My heart starts beating fast. I’ve never been adventurous in bed but I’m willing to give it a shot. Take one for the team, as they say. “I’m your captive,” I say. His brows furrow and that little growl he does makes me shiver with anticipation. “I’m your prisoner, Lincoln. And I’m ready.”