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I release his fingers and grab onto his shirt. “Fuck you.”
He chuckles, taking my hands in his. He nibbles at the inside of my wrists, licking and kissing away the pain as I stare up at him. Then he pushes me back onto bed, falling with me, pinning my arms above my head.
“Xander!” I say, still frustrated, but my legs part for him instead of kneeing him in the balls.
“Don’t you dare think about finishing yourself off.” His breath is hot on my face. “When I come back, you’d better be ready for me to fuck you to oblivion. Your orgasms are mine, and I want to see your face when you scream my name.”
I give him a wide-eyed nod, cursing the ache between my legs.
He begins to straighten, but then that devilish look fills his face. He leans forward again, keeping my arms above my head, and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
The sound that leaves my mouth is half-sob, half moan, and 100% desperation. I arch my back to meet his mouth, swearing as he flicks his tongue out.
When he moves to my other breast, my hips are grinding against air, and I can’t help the pleading words leaving my mouth.
And then he’s gone, with a simple goodbye and a light kiss on my nose.
I don’t know how long I lay there, panting, resisting the urge to let my fingers slip inside of me.
Eventually, I get up and pull my clothes back on. While I want to lie on the bed fuming about the fact that Alexander denied me an orgasm again, this is precious time to get some work done.
So I grab my laptop and start writing, doing my best to ignore my wanting body.
CHAPTER FIVE
SOPHIA
“DID YOU miss me?” Alexander shuts the door behind him quietly, already tugging off his tie.
I glare at him. “Not one bit.”
“Good. Then you won’t mind if I shower.” He disappears into the closet again, coming back out wearing nothing but his boxers.
“Do whatever you want,” I say, managing to keep my voice even. My eyes, however, stay glued to his perfectly-chiseled abs.
Goddammit. I want him, I need him. But the past few hours without his touch has helped me come back to my senses a bit.
I want out of this situation, this screwed-up version of a relationship. Not deeper into it. And if I can’t control myself whenever he’s around, I’m fucked.
So I go back to typing away, ignoring him when he breezes past to the bathroom. I can practically feel the irritation rolling off of him.
I expect to hear the shower turn on, but when I don’t, I turn around to find him reading over my shoulder. “Alexander!”
He smirks. “What’re you working on? Looks good.”
“None of your goddamned business, Xander. It’s private.” I shut my laptop. How did I not hear him sneak up behind me?
“A book, huh?”
My cheeks are burning. “Go take your stupid shower.”
“Is that what you want?” He crawls onto the bed, grabbing my waist and pulling me onto his lap. His hand cups my breast. “Is that truly, truly what you want?”
I stare up into his brown, gold-flecked eyes, taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart. His pupils are dilated, lust etched into every detail of his beautiful face.
But there’s something else there, too. Passion. A passion that runs so deep it feels endless.
He wants you. Forever. He’s not going to leave again. He never wanted to in the first place.
