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“And to do this,” he continues, his gaze downright merciless, “you decided to pretend to be in a relationship with me. But then, your dad knew you were pretending, and the plan wasn’t working like you wanted. So, you had to go further.” He pauses, his eyes growing icy cold. “And that’s why you took me to the club and damn near gave me a lap dance at that party. Cause you hoped someone would see us. And when that did not happen, you decided to kiss me in front of the cameras, so the Furmans would think our relationship had turned real.”
He is way smarter than I’d given him credit for. Maybe if I’d factored that into my plans, it would be going smoothly.
That, and the fact that seducing him had made me more attracted to him than I would have ever imagined.
“Answer me,” he demands, his voice carrying a hint of warning.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He lets out a huge breath as he walks over to me.
The moment he’s standing over me, he mutters, “All those times you talked about wanting me badly or barelybeing able to keep your hands off me, you were playing a role too.”
I can’t even bring myself to breathe normally anymore. Every word he just spoke is true.
But I have to be honest.
“Yes,” I whisper for the third time.
“Well.” He takes a deep breath and smirks. “We’re going to see about that.”
He leans over and kisses me.
I gasp, but there’s no room to say anything else. He has complete control of my tongue, of my entire mouth. And while Alex has kissed me before, this feels different. Hard. Possessive. Like punishment.
Thinking of that last word makes pleasure thrum deeply in my belly. Even with the circumstances around us, I like this kiss better than the one we shared back in the club, maybe even more than what happened after the kiss—how he’d fingered me and stopped short of making me cum. How he’d ordered me to masturbate to the thought of him. He had been punishing me then, but this feels different. More serious.
Alex pulls back abruptly, and I look back at him, instant desperation filling me. Holding off on begging him to fuck me at the club had been hard, and right now, there’s no way I can let him go.
Alex seems to be thinking the same thing. His arm snakes around me before he roughly pulls me to him. “You know,” he says, his voice grazing my ear. “I’ve been trying so hard not to fuck you, Brit. Do you know how damn tough it is being around you and holding back because of your dad and brother? And to come to find out you’ve been playing me like a fiddle all along?”
I open my mouth to mutter an apology, but Alex shuts me up with an even rougher kiss.
“I’m done playing nice, baby girl. You’re mine tonight.”
A thrill of expectation surges through me. I stare back at his face, only wanting him to keep touching me.
He reaches out and grabs my hips, firmly yet gently. He lifts me and carries me in his arms. My legs wrap themselves automatically around his waist, and I hear myself moan in pleasure at the friction of my wet clit pressed against the buckle on his belt.
“First things first, Britney. Are you on the pill?” He’s holding me up with seemingly no effort.
“Y-yes,” I mutter.
“That’s good. Because I always use a condom. But there’s no way I’m wearing one with you. Now, for some rules. You’re only permitted to moan when I’m inside you.” He grins at me, just before he marches off into the bathroom.
My expectation increases, and I’m literally tingling.
Permitted.
I’m liking this way more than I should be.
The bathroom is a spacious one with a huge brown marble tub. I expect Alex to set me inside it, but instead he heads for the mirror and puts me down in front of it. Then he spins me around, so I’m facing it and holding the sink for support.
His hard body presses against me in the next second. “I want you to watch me fuck you,” he says, his eyes fixed on mine in the mirror. “You’ll be screaming my name within minutes.”
Goosebumps prickle on my arms. Everything about tonight feels like a long-forgotten fantasy.
He takes a step back, and I clamp my lips shut in order to not let out a desperate sound of need. Not yet. I arch my back, eager to move closer.
