made a stranger throb in a crowded bar just to see him lose control in the alley

There is nothing I love more than the feeling of a man’s pulse racing while he tries to pretend he isn't losing his mind. I spotted him at the end of the bar, thick shoulders, heavy hands, and a look that said he didn't take shit from anyone. Perfect. I spent the next two hours making his life a living hell. I sat on the stool next to him, my thigh pressed firmly against his, whispering every vulgar, greedy thought in my head while his friends sat just three feet away. I made sure he felt every curve of my body as I leaned in, my breath hot on his neck, telling him exactly how I wanted to be used.

I was being the ultimate brat, watching his knuckles turn white as he gripped his glass, his breathing becoming heavy and jagged. Every time he tried to reach for me, I’d pull back with a smirk, keeping him in a constant state of agonizing throb. I could feel the heat radiating off him, a mix of pure frustration and a desperate need to claim me. By the time I whispered that I was bored and headed toward the back exit, he was visibly shaking.

The moment the heavy steel door clicked shut behind us in the dark, damp alley, the tease was officially over. He didn't wait for an invitation. He lunged, slamming me against the cold, rough brick with a force that knocked the wind out of me. His hands were everywhere ripping at my clothes, gripping my red hair, and pinning my wrists above my head. He growled that he was done playing my games and that it was time I learned what happens to girls who push too hard.

He handled me like a mindless breeding animal, his aggression raw and primal as he finally claimed what I’d been dangling in front of him all night. Every thrust was a heavy, wet reminder of his dominance, stretching me out until I was a shivering, sobbing mess against the wall. I was greedy for his power, arching my back to take every inch of him as he pounded me into the bricks. When he finally hit his limit, he didn't pull out; he buried himself as deep as possible, his body locking up as he emptied his heavy, overfilled balls into my womb. He left me leaning there, breathless and leaking his signature onto the pavement, finally owning the brat he'd been chasing all night.