6. Alexis
Alexis
After my heated encounter with Derek, I stopped at Eli’s apartment to see if he could help me pull my files and data from the hard drive.
While the laptop was useless in its current state, the files stored on the hard drive could still be recovered.
A lesson learned: I should move my essential files to the cloud to avoid this happening again.
I stayed at his place for as long as it would take him to work his magic and tried my hardest to avoid any conversation about Anathema.
While Eli was adamant that I avoid them at all costs and not get involved, I had already made that decision against all his best wishes.
Even before I stopped by the first time, I had already left my response for them with my interest. It was probably unwise, now that I look back on it.
But curiosity got the better of me, as it always managed to do .
While I played the role of glorified event planner for Charlotte, I still got my hands dirty.
Based on my looks, I wasn’t as innocent as you’d expect; Chyler wasn’t the only unhinged monster of our trio.
Hell, all three of us were fucked in the head in some way, shape and form.
Even Madison, the perfect brainiac, had an affinity for twisted shit.
The only reason Chyler was the ‘golden child’ in Charlotte’s eyes, and Madison and I feared her, was because her specialty was torture, and that off switch of hers was fucking terrifying.
When I realized that there was a new—or, I guess, illusive, in Eli’s words—group interested in me, of course, I jumped at the opportunity to explore them further.
There was nothing they could throw at me that I couldn’t handle.
I would pass their tests with flying colors, and once I was an official member, I’d have nothing left to fear in this world. The world would fear me instead.
“It’s almost done,” Eli spoke, and I blinked back from my wandering thoughts.
I sat on his bed with my legs crossed, leaning back on my palms and looking all too comfortable for the man sitting across from me.
“Great…” I yawned and looked at the time on my phone—eleven. It was late, and I had been here much longer than I had initially intended to be. He told me it would only take a few hours to complete, but I guess he underestimated his skill set tonight.
“How much longer? I’ve had a long day. I need sleep, Eli.” I whined, rolling my neck .
“You’re welcome to sleep right there if you want.” He gestured to where I was sitting and grinned.
I huffed. This again? He really needs to give it a rest. I was already dealing with Derek practically stalking me every single day of my life.
I didn’t need to add Eli into the mix as well.
Granted, Eli had always tried to get into my pants for sport; Derek, on the other hand, was completely obsessed with me.
I could see his desire burning in his eyes and feel the intensity radiating off him when we were in the same room.
I was flattered that someone other than Eli could feel that way towards me. But at the same time, I knew Derek was a walking red flag, and I would not let myself get tangled up in that mess.
“And where would you sleep?” I questioned with a sigh, knowing his answer already; this was a studio apartment, and he wouldn’t even remotely consider sleeping on the floor while I was laying here in his bed.
Eli slid my laptop aside and crawled over to where I sat, pulling himself up on his knees and placing a hand on either side of my hips.
“Where do you want me to sleep, princess ?” His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste iron on my tongue—these goddamn men.
Forget the files, Alexis… Go home. Fuck, I really missed sex…
Pressing my palm to his chest, I forcefully pushed Eli back and got up from the bed .
“Not tonight, Eli. I’m exhausted and not doing this with you.” I sighed, picking up my backpack and sliding the strap over my shoulder.
He turned to face me, still kneeling beside the mattress, the look of hurt and desperation written clearly across his pretty face.
“Then when, Alexis? When will you give me a chance?” He asked, a plea in his voice.
God, I was such a sucker for a man down on his knees for me. But he wasn’t the man I wanted in that position. Not even close.
“When the man I want no longer exists,” I replied softly, leaving his apartment and returning to mine.
Lately, my dreams have been overrun with visions of Derek. I fought him off as hard as I could, but there was always that tiny speck of insanity that called out to him, begging for him to take me away from myself. My inner demons crying out, pulling me down deeper into the darkness.
Derek was a light, guiding me to the surface for air, but I like it here in the abyss; it’s comforting, where no one could hurt me or hear me scream.
We are weak if we give in to the vices that control us, and he makes it so damn hard to walk away from the most decadent of guilty pleasures.
He was made for sinning. Derek would destroy me if I let him in, yet I continued to leave my door unlocked regardless of that fact—funny that I would do something so reckless and self-destructive.
On second thought, that was so me.
As I slept in my warm bed, I could feel fingertips gliding along my collarbone, a whisper of a touch, before a hand wrapped itself tightly around my neck. Not enough to cut off my breathing but enough to cause me to lose the ability to speak—pressing into my windpipe.
With a weak and strained inhale, my eyes flared open to a dark shadow hovering over me. I wrapped my hands around their forearm, digging my nails in as deep as they would go and trying my hardest to break their skin.
My masked assailant wore a dark hoodie, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his face covered in shadows; I could barely make out his eyes. His hands were rough, and I could feel the fabric of his jeans graze along my skin as he climbed on top of me, pressing my body deeper into the mattress.
Was this how I was going to die? Strangled to death by a faceless man? A stranger in the night.
He pulled down his mask, and I caught a glimpse of his lush lips before he brought his face down to the side of my neck, breathing me in deeply. I was trembling beneath him, but not in fear; oh no—this nightmare was turning me on. Leave it to me to get off on fucked up situations.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins like river rapids before plunging straight between my thighs, which I didn’t realize until now that I had already pressed tightly together. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second; I only hoped he wouldn’t reach down to find out for himself.
A hand slid up the inside of my thigh, and I spread them willingly for him. My traitorous body was hungry—starved—for what it had been begging so hard for the past few days. She was a slut for a good time, and she knew he would be capable of satisfying her every fucking need.
The masked man let out a deep-throated growl as his palm cupped my soaking cunt. What a nice surprise for him—to know that he got me so wet without even trying.
The demons that plagued me thrived on this. Drank it up like starved fucking wolves.
“Pl-ease…” I attempted to beg, my voice coming out barely above a whisper.
My windpipe was straining against his hold, my voice sounding more like a wheeze than actual words.
A soft moan escaped my throat as he slid a finger inside me. It felt so good that I rolled my hips for more. He added a second, pumping me slowly, enough to tease and drive me wild, my breaths accelerating.
I bit my bottom lip and whimpered as he adjusted himself between my legs, his hand never leaving my throat, as his fingers continued their pleasure-inducing strokes.
Over my needy moans, I could hear the sound of a buckle being undone and the slide of a zipper. I sucked in a sharp breath at the realization of where that sound had come from and what it meant for me .
Was I going to let this happen? Was I going to let him fuck me?
His hand felt so good that it was hard even to consider telling him to stop. I needed the release; I wanted to come all over this man’s dick; I didn’t care who he was. The thought alone turned me on even more.
A tear streaked down the side of my face, and he pressed down a little harder on my throat, my eyes slowly rolling to the back of my head.
I could feel his tongue drag along my cheek as he licked my tears up right before his lips met the shell of my ear.
“Tell me to stop, pretty viper.” He murmured, loosening his grip on my throat, and I gasped with a cough, trying to catch my breath.
My eyes widened as they adjusted to the room’s lack of light. Only one man has ever called me by that nickname, the one who gave it to me, the only man I wanted to take all of me. Derek.
Derek licked his lips, pulling his fingers from my cunt and running his hard length up and down it, coating himself in my slick need.
When he stopped and pressed the head of his rock-hard cock against me, I writhed beneath him. I wanted this. I wanted it more than anything right now. To feel Derek fucking me, hard and unforgiving. To take me as his and only his.
“What do you want, pretty viper?” He asked, his voice as smooth as silk.
“You,” I uttered, looking up into his warm brown eyes. The moonlight reflecting off of them made them seem as though they were glowing. “Please…” I begged. I fucking begged.
Derek sank himself inside of me, and I let out a deep, gritty moan as he filled and stretched me in the best way. His movements were slowly paced and felt like absolute bliss. I was drowning in ecstasy with the feel of his cock sliding along the walls of my cunt.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” He growled as he picked up his pace, moving faster, harder, and deeper. “and fucking perfect.”
Derek’s cock slid in and out effortlessly. I was more than wet for him—soaked; his scent alone could get me off if I let it.
He gripped my wrists, pressing them into the mattress beside my head, and I spread my legs even wider, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper.
My hips moved with his, and I bit down on my lip to muffle my cries of pleasure. He felt so damn good, and I was slowly being driven over the edge.
With a full deep thrust, he ground his hips into mine, rubbing up against my clit, the friction causing my nerves to spasm.
Releasing my wrists, one hand trailed to my collarbone, sliding up my neck and mouth.
He dipped his thumb between my lips, and I gladly sucked on it as his other hand moved to play and tease my clit.
The sensation sent shivers down my spine as I writhed under his body, my tongue playing with his thumb.
“That’s my good girl. I always know what you want and what you need.
Let me in; stop resisting me.” His voice dripped sweet honey as he continued to fuck me like the good little slut I knew I was for him.
“Tell me this doesn’t feel like home. Make me believe that you don’t want me to sink myself between your thighs every chance I get. ”
I whimpered at his words as my climax soared to a new height. I needed him more than the air I breathed. Who was I kidding anymore? There was a piece of me that belonged to him, whether I acknowledged it or not, and every shred of dignity I had fell to the wayside the moment his cock entered me.
“Come for me, pretty viper. Let me feel how tight this cunt can get.” He breathed, and my body followed through. I squeezed my eyes shut, seeing stars as my release swallowed me whole. My skin buzzed from the high as a huge weight had lifted from me.
While catching my breath, I opened my eyes to find that Derek was gone, and I was alone in my bed.
I sat up, searching the dark room.
No one was here, and there was no sign of anyone ever being in the bed with me. I looked down to find my underwear and sheets soaked, my hand dripping with my cum.
I swallowed a dry lump that had built in my throat as my eyes moved to the empty doorway.
What the fuck was that?