Danielle’s POV
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“S–Someone could walk in on us,” I rasped, trying and failing to push him off me.
“Can you just—”
“No one is coming, Danielle,” he breathed into my ear with such confidence that my chest shuddered in response.
“And besides—even if they do…”
Without looking back I could feel more hands joining the ones pinning my shoulders.
Another pair grabbed my waist.
While the final two stayed a not-so-respectful distance away from my boobs.
Waiting.
“… I don’t care. Let them watch. They could learn a thing or two.”
I huffed but the sound came out like a strained moan.
“So what now?” I questioned.
“You’re going to fuck me in an alleyway?”
“Wouldn’t you like that?”
“You sick fuck.”
“That wasn’t an answer. So should I take it as a yes?”
“I–I don’t think—fuck.”
“Now you’re stuttering and swearing. You have to give me something, sweetheart.”
“I can’t possibly think with your dick pressing so shamefully against my ass cheeks, jackass!”
He chuckled, a dark low sound.
“The way you’re raising your voice,” his warm breath moved lower to my collarbone, “one would think you WANT people to come see us like this.”
I held back the curse threatening to break out of my lips.
With a little more concentration, I could listen.
Actually listen.
The music from the club was dull, barely even audible.
So were the excited shouting and laughter from the people inside.
At the very end of the alleyway at my far right, vehicles seemed scarce.
And so did pedestrians walking past.
In other words—
“Fine,” I mumbled, almost hoping he didn’t hear me.
“Hm?”
“I said you can make whatever this is quick.”
His lips grazed my neck, and although I couldn’t turn to see him, I could swear they curled with a grin.
Suddenly I felt like taking back those words.
Too late.
One of his hands moved from my waist, seizing my thigh so hard that I yelped.
He went higher, kneading my skin as he did.
Then he got past my red dress, pressing his thumb against my underwear.
“Someone’s already soaking wet,” he growled with pure lust.
“Whether you admit it out loud or not—you know you always think about me.”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, that’s coming soon, darling.” He kissed my nape gently—
—Only for him to tug violently on my underwear.
I gasped, about to tell him to wait so I could take it off myself.
But Anzari did as he wished.
The sound of the fabric ripping bounced off the alleyway walls.
He reached between my folds, rubbing two fingers against my entrance.
The back-and-forth movement made slick, obscene sounds that sent heat exploding in my cheeks.
“You want me in you. Don’t you?” He ground his enormous bulge along my ass cheeks while pulling up my dress.
“I thought you just said you were going to fuck me?” I managed to ask between pants.
“Oh, yes,” the hands he had on my boobs left there.
Then I heard his belt unbuckling.
“But I want you to say it.”
“Because you’ve been so good at asking before, huh?”
“New rules, Danielle,” He flicked his tongue along my earlobe.
“You have to show your want. Stop pretending like you don’t want this more than I do.”
His length finally came out.
He pressed the head between my folds, positioning himself just a few centimetres away from going in.
I flung my head back, swallowing hard when his hands on my shoulders loosened.
“I’m not pretending.”
“You most certainly are. I’ve interacted with your kind for millennia. I have such an intimate understanding of human desire.”
“R–Right.” I caught my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Remind me what that makes you again. Vampire? Immortal? Demon?”
“I’m what you mortals would call a god,” he corrected, his hands on my waist rubbing teasingly.
The crown of his length still pressed hard, stroking between my folds as though he couldn’t wait to go in.
“A god,” I repeated.
“Who also happens to be my spi—”
His hands on my shoulders tightened once again, pulling out a gasp from me.
“Focus,” he said softly.
“Remember what I asked of you.”
Right.
Stop pretending.
Drawing in a deep breath, I managed to spin my neck around.
Enough to see those silver eyes glowing in the darkness like lanterns guiding my soul.
A faint smirk played on his lips.
Gradually, I mustered up the courage to speak.
“I want you… in me. I want you to fill me up and make me struggle not to make a noise. I want you to wreck me so good I no longer think of any other man—”
I wasn’t able to finish that last part.
He slipped into me, making my eyes bulge as I turned my head back to the wall.
I heard his pants drop to the floor.
That’s when the last of his restraints must’ve pulled away.
He bottomed out, filling me so deep that I felt his balls slap my ass cheeks.
I cried out—I think.
I could barely think about controlling the sounds I made as his thrusts slowly became more maddening.
“You take that cock so well,” he nibbled gently on my neck.
“So tight.”
At this point, he’d raised my dress until it was left pooled around my chest.
His hands travelled from my waist to my boobs, fingers playing with my hardened nipples.
Each pinch sent sparks shooting straight down to where he was buried inside me, his thrusts steady and deep, stretching me open with every roll of his hips.
I could barely catch my breath, my forehead pressed against the cool brick.
“Were you the one… who burnt Simon’s house down?”
He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest against my back as he drove into me harder.
“Does that really matter right now, sweetheart?” His pace didn’t falter, cock slamming deep enough to make my knees buckle.
“Maybe not,” I gasped, clenching around him.
But the thought lingered, twisting in my chest.
It made me wonder—if I ever pissed him off, would he do the same to me?
Burn everything I had to the ground?
As if he could read my mind, Anzari suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me like I weighed nothing.
My back hit the wall with a thud, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
He pinned me there, one hand under my thigh, and another braced beside my head.
His silver eyes locked onto mine, intense and unblinking, as he positioned his thick cock at my entrance and pushed back in with one smooth, claiming thrust.
“I don’t plan to hurt you. Ever,” he growled, forehead nearly touching mine, forcing me to hold his gaze while he fucked.
“Not unless you’re genuinely a threat to my life. I only went after Simon because he hurt you.”
My nails dug into his shoulders.
“Why do you even care?”
He paused mid-thrust, something flickering in those glowing eyes.
“I don’t know…”
Something snapped in my chest.
For the first time, I leaned in and kissed him.
Soft at first.
Then desperate.
He froze, stunned, before kissing me back with a hunger that matched my own—tongues tangling, breaths mingling as his hips snapped forward again.
The pressure built fast.
Our bodies moved together in a frantic rhythm against the wall until everything exploded.
The orgasm crashed through me so hard I felt myself losing consciousness, vision blurring at the edges.
“F–Fuck… Anzari!”
He pressed a kiss at the side of my neck as my body went limp.
“Take me home,” I begged against his lips, voice barely a whisper.
“Please…”
My vision swam as the alleyway tilted sideways.
I barely felt Anzari adjust his grip on me before a slow clap echoed from somewhere nearby.
“Well, this is disappointing.” The voice was masculine.
Amused.
And completely unfamiliar.
Anzari went rigid like every muscle in his body had suddenly turned to stone.
My heavy eyelids fluttered.
At the far end of the alleyway stood a figure wrapped in shadow.
I couldn’t make out his face.
Only the vague outline of a tall man leaning casually against the wall.
Like he’d been there the entire time.
“Anzari.” The stranger laughed softly.
“Of all the things I expected to find after tracking you across half the continent…” He gestured vaguely in our direction.
“This wasn’t exactly high on the list.”
The arm around me tightened.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Anzari’s voice had lost every trace of playfulness.
“Oh?” The stranger pushed himself off the wall.
“And here I thought you’d be happy to see a familiar face.”