Chapter 84

‘’Goodnight.’’ I whisper so softly and turn to make an attempt to slide away from him, relieved I am escaping unscathed, and he seems to have forgotten he’s pissed at me, but he catches me by the throat, softly cups it and pins me back to the wall so fast I gasp at the surprise of it.

‘’Can’t end a date without a kiss.’’ He smirks at me salaciously, and that’s when I know I’m done for, he knows it too and this was all just meaningless teasing. Prick was playing me all along. He likes my little attempts at turning him down and I hold my breath and will myself to numb this out. Knowing I won’t be able to dodge him.

‘’You said it wasn’t a … …’’ Alexi swoops in without warning and locks his mouth to mine. Silencing me and like the stupid weak fool I know I am, I kiss him back. Defeated as my body instantly heats and tingles; that same irrational impulse overtakes me as my hands find his neck and shoulders and I give as much as he is. Tongues intertwining in seconds, he pins my wrists to the wall as he devours me.

My only excuse is the sex last time left me tainted and the craving I have had since needs to be fed. Once I get my fill then maybe it will stop.

Alexi is the kind of kisser that blows your mind right out of the water, he knows what he’s doing and kisses exactly as a seducer should. Your toes curl, you wish your clothes would literally peel off to save time and get him on top of you faster. He heats your blood to fever temperature in less than ten seconds with devilish good lip action and roaming hands, and you forget all self-respect or protests with just the feel of his mouth on yours. He doesn’t give too much tongue, enough to tease, to draw yours to him and yet somehow it’s like he knows just how to make love to your mouth without breaking for a breath.

I have kissed a lot of men in my lifetime but none were as enjoyable as the way he kisses. Alexi has ruined me for mere men to ever kiss agai, and I hate that despite telling him no to kissing it’s a boundary he chose to keep ignoring. I know that is just another power play in itself, he is all about games and putting me in my place.

I get hoisted up against him, bodies pressed as he carries me into his room and deposits me on my own feet when he finally breaks free to shut the door but leaves the lights off, so we are silhouetted in the moonlight. His hands skimming me as he dives for my neck and I literally turn to hot liquid, all resistance gone and my own palms slide under his jacket to push it off as he finds the upper edges to my stocking and rips them from my suspender belt. He drags my dress up enough to feel me out and I almost buckle with how quickly he goes straight for the goal. His hands in my knickers and figuring out that I got ready and willing the second he pinned me to the wall.

I groan as he probes me, mouth back on mine and he grins against my kiss. I guess I can forget my refusal, he has me back like he did the first time. Panting for him.

‘’So much for not wanting me to fuck you.’’ He rasps breathlessly and goes back to sucking my jaw and lip while my body almost convulses with his intentions. He is equally good with his hands, and I am surprised that someone like him would ever have learned the art of giving pleasure to a woman this expertly, seeing as he’s such a self-centred prick who normally takes what he wants. I have no doubt he could make me climax with what he is doing, and it’s wholly unnerving.

I have NEVER had a man get me off with just his hands and kissing. He truly is the devil.

I cling to him as my legs turn to jelly and try like crazy to stop moaning so loudly. It’s obvious I am enjoying what he’s doing but I don’t need to let him know that, he’s smug enough without me making him cockier.

My body turns to liquid heat and try as much as I can, but I know I’m lost to what he is doing and the noises coming out of me are completely involuntary. I was never really a verbal screw but Alexi gives a whole new meaning to moaning in pleasure.

Alexi lets me go and I almost fall over with the sudden release of his body against mine, gasping in longing and annoyed that he’s stopped what felt so good when he spins me around and almost face palms me to the wall. I end up with palms splayed on the surface with him behind me, gasping and panting while his hands run down each side of my body and stop on my upper thighs. His touch burning my skin as he trails across it. I instantly sober from my lust drunk stupor and focus on the fact he has me this way, that tingling of uncertainty turning to fear and I make a move to try and turn around.

‘’I told you I hate this fucking dress.’’ He grinds his boner against my arse, hoarsely talking in my ear before biting my earlobe. I yelp, not enjoying this anymore and again trying to turn to face him, heart rate elevating, stomach turning in knots with the overwhelming foreboding coursing through me. Alexi just flattens me back to the wall and rips the damn dress open from the bottom middle seam and yanks it all the way up and apart that I practically fall out of it with the sudden release.