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CHAPTER 21
His stern eyes seared into mine as a single finger raised to his lips. “Ssssshhhhh,” he hushed, slowly releasing my mouth, “be my good girl, now.”
“Alejandro! What the fuck!” I choked at the sight of him, his knuckles tightened from his grip on the door frame. He smirked, as if he were the devil sent to tempt me.
“I’ve come to take you.” He declared, the black ink on his hand was as dark as his eyes. “Tonight, we start.”
“Start what?” I asked. He scanned my body, stopping along my exposed hips and legs. I squeezed them together, as if to make myself smaller, but that only intoxicated his grin.
“The replacement of bad, and the start of good.” He bit his lip, his stare fixed right on my panties. The infectious promise of his eyes never failed. He stared as if he wanted to nip them off, his teeth clenched so deep into his lip, that I feared he would draw blood. “Perhaps we can start here.” He warned.
“You sure you aren’t the bad, replacing the good?” I concealed my screech, floored by the fact he snuck into my room.
“Both are a fine fucking line. You’ll take each and learn soon enough, that my bad is just as good.”
“You’re crazy!” I panicked, “My friend is outside, he’s waiting for me.”
“The best friend? Then let him wait,” he stepped closer, his head peered down towards mine. He licked the corner of his lip, the fang of his tooth presented in a snarl. “Or better yet, let him hear.” He reached out, one hand placed under my chin, the other sliding along my bare waist, caressing a set of nerves that placed me into a trance. It wasn’t enough to touch my waist, but he had to be closer. His thumb slipped along the band of my panties, desperate for the skin that blocked his path. He brushed it with a small stroke, enough to make my head fall back. “Tell me you feel that?” He asked, his thumb snapped the silk elastic around my hip before grabbing it again.
“No…” I moaned, echoing the warning he gave me in the trailer, that he would stop me with his lips if I said it one more time.
“No? You’re my mouthy girl, aren’t you? What’d I tell you before about saying no?”
“That you’d correct me?”
He pulled harder, causing my panties to ride up my ass, to be pressed tightly against the lips of my pussy. A weakened moan escaped me, threatened by the small silky liner that he twisted into a string. Had he pulled any tighter, it’d slip right between me and onto my clit. He was punishing me, and if he wanted to, he could rip them off with his strength alone. I could practically hear the tear of fabric in my mind.
“That’s right. Run your mouth off again and see what happens. Tell me no, once more.”
The allure of his voice aroused every sense of my body, chilling me into the most sensual fever that made me sick. Saying no to him meant I’d descend into his burning world. Saying no meant taking a risk on my heart and ignoring all my responsibility.
“And if I say no…” I dared to find out, the prize or punishment to come.
“You say no this time, and I’ll wedge my fat cock between those pretty lips of yours. You’ll forget about your little friend once your crop top is covered in sloppy wet drool.” He grinned so viciously as if the fantasy had tortured him for centuries.
“Alejandro, I’d choke…” I whimpered at his description, hoping for mercy or possibly not.
“That’s right. Because when I go in, Gemma, I go in fucking deep. Now do as you were told, and describe it.” He commanded, “Tell me what you feel.” He grazed his knuckles on the bare skin of my stomach, causing me to react with an uncontrolled shiver. I wanted to faint, from fear and the thrill of uncertain danger. The hush from my mouth already felt too loud, what noise would I make if he touched me more. Maybe it’d be like Camilla and Parker, except this time it would be Parker who’d hear thethuds, not from my bed, but rather, my back shoved deep into the closet. I’d scream, I just know it.
“Feel what?” I cried, my eyes fluttered shut. My shirt lifted, expanded by my ribs that sucked in the air of his scent.
“The collapse of everything you thought you knew about the truth,” he whispered, “but soon, you’ll find out.” He leaned in, his stubbled cheek grazed mine with a poke.
“The truth?” I asked, a provoking word that revolved around everything we were, which still I knew little of.
“Yes, of what pleasure really is,” he recited as his words slipped into my ear, slick like the bath water where he made me come.
I tried not to moan, deprived for a release I needed as I squeezed his wrists, “I can’t,” I stuttered, pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth, resisting the temptation to stick it out, to have it sucked.
“But you want to. I can smell it. I can feel it,” I allowed his mouth to graze my ear, subtly nipping my lobe with his supple lips. If I let him, he’d suck me up like a loose noodle, bending me into the position that would fill his need. If he were to break me, I knew it would hurt, but I wanted that. The soft smack of his lips popped like the slap of patent leather, reflective and wet. “I can fucking taste it.” He leaned me back into the closet, pushing the weight of his large body as clothing surrounded us, concealing our dirty secret.
“I need more time…” I hesitated, growing increasingly weak at his stare. “He’s expecting me, just wait.” Alejandro pressed himself tightly against me, as if refusing to let me go. He had me right where he wanted, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him too.
“That boy can wait,” he snipped. “What does he know about a good night? He doesn’t even see what I see.” His teeth gritted together, drunk with the lure of my body, my flesh on display for his eyes, “A woman to worship.” The sincerity in his words evoked a new sheen of sweat to form on my palm. I wasn't warm, I was on fire as he squeezed my upper thigh, barely grazing his thumb over my covered mound.
I stared at the door, hoping this was real and not my imagination. How long did I have before Parker came knocking? I looked back at Alejandro, anxiously unsure of what to do. Stuffed in the small confines of my closet, I knew my moans would be muted, still, the nervousness ached in my groin, overcome with the impulse to reach for Alejandro’s hand, to guide him between my legs to test my wetness. One finger was all I needed, already vulnerable with my skin exposed.
“I’ll be back, I promise!” Quickly, I pressed my palms against his chest, creating the awful distance I wished to close. “I can’t leave him waiting. I just need a few minutes.”
