Page 41 of Bene

That was all Vanna managed to say before Bene pushed away from her. He spun sideways, as though he had just known the asshole came up to his right without even looking that way when he had been distracted with her. His fist was already flying, crashing into the face of the man before Vanna even had time to think about what was happening.

And then as fast as it happened, it was over. Bene spun on his heels, a dark grin tugging at his lips when her wide—slightly amused, but also terrified—gaze met his. Yes, she’d seen a man hit another man over her before. But no, she had never quite liked it the way she did right then.

The man hadn’t even hit the floor before Bene’s hand found hers, and he pulled her off the pool table, grabbing her bag from the floor at the same time, and moved them toward the back entrance of the bar. She peeked over her shoulder in just enough time, right before they darted out the back doors, to see the bartender coming around the bar.

They were already gone.

It was over.

That’s how fast it happened.

Her hand stayed tucked tightly with Bene’s as he pulled her through the back alley behind the bar, and through the maze of another three. He didn’t stop until they were one block down, and she recognized the familiar brick design of his building. Except it was the side, and not the front. Not that it mattered to her when he pressed her into the brick, his body crowding hers in the best way, leg slipping between her thighs to give her pussy something to grind on while he kissed her harder than ever.

Until her lungs burned.

And all she saw was him.

His hands skimmed over the front of her jeans, unsnapping the button and pulling down the zipper before sliding underneath. She stared down the alley to the busy street where people bustled on by. Not to mention, all the windows around them. What were the chances that this alley would be empty at this time of night? And still, anyone could see them there, if they just thought to look.

Vanna still didn’t care.

“That was crazy,” she breathed against his mouth.

Bene chuckled, lips curving with hers. “Worth it.”

“Shouldn’t make a woman run in heels, Bene.”

“Can I fuck one in them?”

Vanna groaned. “Yes.”

That was all he seemed to need. Her consent. Like the fact she was willing to say—out loud, and clearly—yes, you can fuck me in this alley, almost got him off. He wasted no time turning her around to face the brick, while yanking her jeans down her thighs until they pooled at her heels. His hot left palm drove up under her shirt, smoothing over her spine while his other worked at the zipper and button on his jeans.

She saw stars when he finally freed his length, asked if she was good with bare, and then stretched her full with that first thrust. There was no mercy, no slowness, in the way he fucked her. Just rough, fast flexes of his hips snapping against hers while her palms scrapped against the brick.

He tucked in closer behind her, hands flattening to the roundness of her ass, so he could clench his fingers into her cheeks while his teeth grazed her jawline. “Fucking love that cock, huh? That hot pussy of yours can’t get enough, Vanna.”

He wasn’t wrong.

And his dirty words only edged her along.

The funny thing was … the guy at the bar hadn’t been wrong. She was doing exactly what he said in an alleyway with a man she’d only met once before in her life. It was fucking crazy. And yet she didn’t care that nothing about this was sane.

She just wanted to come.

Even better that Bene would make her do it.

Was that a betrayal to her cause?

Probably.

Vanna would deal with it later.

“Come on, come on, give me what I want, baby. Fucking love it that you’ll let me fuck you like this, yeah.”

His harsh moan filled her ears, and she swore she felt that right in the center of her bones. Deep in her stomach. Aching in her pussy. Even her damn toes curled because God … this man was sin to her. Pure, but so good, sin.

She came hard.