Alphas of Sin

by Anthology

  Don’t even get me started on that hard, sculptured physique of his. He’s utter perfection. To top it all off, he’s a seriously nice guy. One of the best I’ve ever known. I’ve been crushing on him as long as I can remember. I always thought he never saw me as anything but his best friend’s little sister. But working with him this week has given me a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he sees me as more than that. Well I did think that until lunch today. Boy, talk about a bubble burster.

  “I’m such a loser,” I mumble to myself as I bury my face in my hands. Everything in me wants to pack up my things and run. Run as far away from Harrison Williams as I can. How can I face him when he gets back?

  I wrap the towel around my body as I run a brush through my wet hair. I look down at my phone. I have forty-five minutes to get ready. Plenty of time. I grab the hairdryer off the shelf and go about drying my hair.

  Once that’s done, I pick up my dirty clothes off the bathroom floor and head for the door. I gasp when I find Harrison standing on the other side. I wasn’t even sure if he was back yet. His eyes briefly meet mine before they travel the length of my body. I’m still wrapped in a towel and nothing else.

  Initially I feel mortified, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me that sends tingles running down my spine. By the time his eyes meet mine again, I can see the lust in them.

  “Do you still want me to touch you?” he says in almost a whisper.

  Excitement bubbles through me as his question sinks in. “Yes.”

  I hold my breath as he takes a step towards me. I see his hands are slightly trembling as he raises his arm and tugs at the front of my towel. A primal growl bubbles from deep within his chest as he looks at me in my full naked glory.

  My breath hitches as his arm slides around my waist and he draws my body flush with his. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispers as his face inches towards mine. By the time our lips connect I can already feel his erection growing in his pants. I want to touch him, taste him, and feel him buried deep inside me.

  Our very first kiss is soft and sweet and not what I expected from him, it makes my toes curl. His mouth fits perfectly with mine.

  Sliding my hand between us, I go to stroke him through his jeans, but he captures my wrist in his hand before I do. “I want to touch you, Harry.”

  “No. This is about me touching you.” He takes a few steps forward, bringing me with him. He doesn’t stop until my back is pressed against the tiles on the wall. “Place your hands above your head,” he commands. I do exactly as he asks. “Don’t move them.”

  I nod, because I’m incapable of speaking right now. I like this dominant side of him, it’s hot.

  He runs the back of his hand gently down the side of my face, then my neck, before coming to a stop between my cleavage. “Harrison,” I whimper.

  “Do you know how long I’ve waited to do this?” he asks as his hooded chocolate eyes meet mine. “Years.”

  That both surprises, and pleases me. Michelle was right. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. “Touch me, Harrison.”

  He groans as his big strong hands palm my breasts. “So soft,” he whispers. “Perfect.” I moan when he pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as his lips trail a path across my jaw and down my neck. I like the feel of his hands and lips on me. “Spread your legs.” Again I do as he asks. My body trembles with anticipation as his fingertips brush down my abdomen and between my legs. “Jesus, you’re so wet.”

  “Only for you,” I admit. Sure I’ve been with other guys, but nobody has ever come close to making me feel what I do in this moment. I close my eyes and push my head into the wall as his fingers circle my clit. “Harrison,” I whimper.

  “Open your eyes, beautiful. I want you to see who’s making you feel like this.”

  “Oh God,” I whimper as I gravitate my hips towards his hand.

  We both moan in unison as he slips a finger inside me. “You’re so tight … so fucking perfect.” My breath hitches when he slides another finger inside me, as his thumb continues to circle my clit.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg.

  “Yes, that’s it. Fuck my fingers.” His free hand moves up to palm one of my breasts again. When he pinches my nipple hard, it sends pleasure straight down to my core. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

  Those words send me crashing over the edge. His arm slides around my waist when my legs threaten to give way, but he doesn’t stop his assault until he’s drained every ounce of pleasure from me.

  I immediately feel the loss when he withdraws his fingers. His eyes are locked with mine as he places them in his mouth. “Mmm. So sweet. Just like I imagined.” I can’t tell you how pleased I am to know he’s thought about me in that way.

  “Make love to me.” I need more. As amazing as that was, it wasn’t enough.

  He sighs as he rests his forehead against mine. “I don’t make love Hanna, I fuck.”

  “Well, fuck me then.”

  “I can’t. Believe me I want to. I want you so bad, I ache. But I’ve already crossed a line I promised I’d never cross. I only did this because I couldn’t deny you.”

  “But you’re denying me now.”

  He crashes his lips into mine, giving me a scorching hot kiss. He’s an exceptional kisser, just like I knew he would be.

  Just when I think he’s going to give me what I want, he abruptly pulls away. “I’m sorry, Han. I can’t.”

  CHAPTER 7

  I’m screwed—literally screwed …

  HARRISON

  I’m trying not to make eye contact with her as we travel down in the lift to our awaiting car. My resolve is slipping with every passing second. I need her, I want her … I fucking crave her. She’s wearing a simple black dress, and a pair of sexy black high heels—she looks good enough to eat.

  After our little bathroom fiasco, she went into her room to get dressed, while I had a shower. And yes I jacked off again. I didn’t have a choice, my balls were the same fucking colour blue as her eyes. This time I didn’t need to make up shit in my head. I had real visual. I could still smell her on my fingers, and taste her in my mouth.

  Yes, I feel guilty for breaking my promise to Ethan, but at the same time, I have no regrets. Those few short minutes I spent with her, will go down as one of the highlights of my life.

  It forced me to realise that this thing I have with her is more than an obsession. My feelings for her run so much deeper than I ever anticipated.

  That scares the fuck out of me.

  I’m grateful for the distraction when we arrive at Alex’s, although my peripheral vision can see her eyes are firmly locked on me. Alex and his wife Alana, have seated us side by side at the dining table. She’s so close, and her fruity yet flowery scent has all my senses running on high alert. I can’t concentrate. All I can think of is her. I know we cannot go any further than we have, but I was stupid to think that a simple taste would be enough. I want more, so much fucking more. My head and I are on the same page, but my heart and my cock are yet to get the memo.

  “Would you mind if I used the bathroom?” Hanna asks as Alana places a glass of wine down in front of her.

  “Of course not,” she replies. “Come, I’ll show you where it is.”

  Rising from my seat, I pull Hanna’s chair out for her. “Thank you,” she breathes as her blue eyes meet mine. It’s like a sucker punch to my chest. Please God, give me strength to get through tonight.

  “Your girlfriend is stunning,” Alex says when the girls leave the room.

  I don’t bother correcting him because I actually like the thought of her being my girlfriend. How fucked up is that? “Thank you.”

  I rise from my seat again when Hanna returns, pulling out her chair. My father may not have been a great influence on me, but I pride myself on being nothing like him. I respect women.

  The moment I’m re-seated, Hanna reaches for my hand under the table placing something in my palm. Looking
down, I have to suppress my groan when I see a tiny pair of black lace panties. When my eyes dart to her, the smile she gives me makes my heart do a flip-flop. All I can think about, is she’s now panty-less under that sexy as fuck dress. My cock is so hard it’s straining painfully against my pants. I’m a goner.

  If I’ve learnt anything today, it’s that Hanna Scott is a vixen and she doesn’t play fair.

  * * *

  I manage to tame the wild beast that is raging inside me all the way home, but the second we step into the lift, back at the hotel, I snap. I pin her back to the wall, raising both of her hands above her head. I can’t deny myself anymore. My need for her is too great. I’m not sure where tonight is going to lead, but one thing is for sure, Hanna Scott will be underneath me, and in my bed in a matter of minutes.

  After we ate and the contracts were signed, I made up the excuse that we had an early flight to catch. It was a lie. Our flight isn’t until late tomorrow afternoon. It’s those damn panties of hers. They’ve been burning a hole in my pocket all evening. Thank Christ I dressed casually tonight in a pair of black trousers, an untucked grey button down shirt and a black blazer. The shirt was enough to hide my raging hard on. I swear my cock grew harder with every passing second, so much so, I’m actually surprised that fucker didn’t burst through the fabric. I was consumed, and I craved to be buried balls deep inside her.

  “Harrison,” she whimpers as my lips crash into hers. My kiss was unrelenting. It was wild, raw and full of need.

  Sliding my hands under her dress, I cup her bare arse, lifting her off the ground. “Wrap your legs around me,” I command. Like the good girl she is, she does exactly what I ask. “I need you,” I whisper into her mouth.

  “I need you too, Harrison … so much.”

  Removing her hands from the wall she threads her fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss. If there weren’t cameras in here, I swear I’d take her right now.

  When the lift arrives at our floor, I pull away from the wall, bringing her with me. My mouth never once leaves hers as I head towards our room. Fishing the key out of my pocket I enter our suite. I’m a desperate man. I ache for her.

  Kicking the door closed with the heel of my foot, I turn and back her body against the wall. “I can’t wait. I need to have you now. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, then I’m taking you to my bed so I can pleasure you all night long.”

  “Yes. God yes,” she moans.

  Manoeuvring my hand between us, I slide my fingers through her slick, wet pussy. “Fuck,” I say, pulling out of the kiss and resting my forehead against hers. “I don’t have a condom.” I purposely took the spare ones I carry out of my wallet before we left Sydney. I didn’t want, or need the temptation. Now I’m kicking myself.

  “I’m on the pill,” she pants.

  “I’ve never gone bareback before, Han.”

  Raising her hands, she cups my face. “I trust you, Harry. Please …”

  I can’t deny her … who am I kidding, I can’t deny myself. I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I was seventeen.

  Without thinking, or giving myself time to overanalyse this, I pull down my zip and free my rock hard dick from my pants. My need is too great; I’ll worry about this tomorrow.

  I stroke my cock a few times as I rub it against her pussy. I can’t believe this is actually happening. We both moan in unison as I push the crown of my cock inside her. She’s so tight, so warm.

  Drawing back slightly, I push all the way in. I still, giving her time to adjust. She’s so small. Her pussy feels like a vice around my cock.

  Jesus, she feels like heaven. In this moment I know I’m ruined.

  Ruined.

  “Fuck me, Harrison,” she pleads.

  Pulling back all the way to the tip, I slam into her with short hard strokes. I’ve been with lots of women over the years, but none of them have come close to making me feel the way she does. I’m actually overcome by the magnitude of emotions that are pulsing through me in this moment. I’m not going to last long; I’m already tethering on the edge. She feels too good.

  Too fucking good!

  * * *

  Light is pouring into the room when I open my eyes. Hanna is still wrapped in my arms. Memories of last night bring an instant smile to my face. After taking her against the wall, I carried her to my room and took her every way imaginable, until the early hours of this morning. I made sure I became acquainted with every inch of her delectable body.

  I know I’m going to have to face Ethan when I get home, but it’s a small price to pay for what I got to experience last night. I thought I could fuck her out of my system, but now I know that’s not possible. A life time of her will never be enough.

  I tighten my hold on her. I’m not ready to let her go. I’m suddenly filled with the realisation that I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.

  Lifting my head off the pillow, I inhale her scent as I place a kiss on the top of her head.

  “Did you just sniff me?” she murmurs against my chest. I thought she was still sleeping.

  “Never,” I chuckle.

  Raising her head, her eyes meet mine. “You so sniffed me.”

  I just laugh as I flip her over onto her back, settling between her legs. She’s right, I did, but I’ll never admit it. I’m hooked on her intoxicating smell. If she doesn’t want me to sniff her, she shouldn’t smell so damn good.

  Sliding my hand behind her knee, I anchor her leg around my waist. “Good morning, beautiful,” I say as my lips trail a path down her neck.

  “Morning,” she moans as I slide inside her little piece of heaven. I always thought sex was just that, a good time … a release. But last night she showed me that sex with someone you care about, is so much more.

  Grabbing hold of her hands, I manoeuvre them above her head, lacing my fingers through hers. Our eyes are locked as I slowly rock into her. I told her last night I don’t make love, but I’m pretty sure in this moment that’s exactly what I’m doing. Things with her are so different.

  “I don’t want my time with you to end, Hanna,” I say, and that’s the truth, I don’t.

  “It doesn’t have to.”

  “You and I both know Ethan’s not going to be happy about this.”

  “Who I choose to be with, is none of his business.” I sigh as I rest my forehead against hers. I want more, so much more. “I’m in love with you, Harrison Williams. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

  Her confession knocks me on my arse, and I’m not ashamed to admit that her words bring a lump to my throat. Nobody has ever told me they love me. Nobody.

  Placing my lips against hers, I kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before. If I was honest with myself, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her too. I think I have been for years.

  I know we have a fight on our hands when we get home, but she’s worth it. I don’t want to lose my friendship with Ethan, but I don’t want to lose her either.

  If I’m certain of one thing; it’s that I want this … I want her.

  She’s worth the fight and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

  THE END

  J. L. PERRY

  J. L. Perry is a mother, a wife, and she resides in Sydney, Australia. She has been writing for just over two years, and has eight published titles to her name. Her first five books were self-published, and in December 2015, she signed a five book deal with publishing giant, Hachette. Her last two releases, Bastard and Hooker, both skyrocketed to #1 on iBook’s after release. Bastard has now been translated into French and Hungarian. She’s a romantic at heart and her love of reading, and HEA’s, is what inspired her to start writing. J. L. loves to connect with her readers.

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  INEVITABLE ~ KATHERINE RHODES

  CHAPTER 1

  There seemed to be nowhere he fit in.

  The cold beer in front of him dripped
condensation on down the glass to the bartop, but even that seemed a defeated motion. The beer had been trite on his tongue—disinterested in imparting any flavor.

  The beer, it seemed was a metaphor for his life.

  Paul wanted a new start, again. Los Angeles had been the first try. And it was awful from almost day done. He’d been used by his first boyfriend out there to get back his ex.

  First revenge fuck ever.

  School had been nearly a waste. He’d known everything they were purporting to teach.

  Incorrectly at that.

  His living situation had involved roached and bedbugs. It had also involved gunshots.

  Somedays, he thought the roaches were packing.

  So after running away from Pittsburgh—because he was man enough to admit he ran away—he was now fleeing Los Angeles. As awful as Pittsburgh had been, at least it was the devil he knew.

  “United flight thirty-seven with service to Chicago and Pittsburgh is now boarding all first class passengers.”

  Paul slapped a ten on the counter and walked away from the last beer he would ever have to choke down in LA. First class to Pittsburgh was his father’s gift to him to finally get his son, the brilliant forensic doctor, home.

  His gift to himself was the interview with the mayor of Pittsburgh for this dream job—medical examiner.

  And if had to be in Pittsburgh, so fucking be it.

  Maybe someday soon the brilliant forensic scientist would get the balls to come out of the closet.

  Or, maybe not.

  “Welcome aboard, Mister Wainwright. Any special reason you’re traveling with us today?”

  “I’m going home.”

  “Oh! Well, I hope it’s a happy homecoming. May I take your drink order?”