22. Alexis
Alexis
I woke up to an empty bed, and for the first time since Derek became a constant figure in my life, I was disappointed, a frown already creasing my brow.
He must have left early this morning for work.
He always seemed to work early, which shouldn’t have surprised me; I shouldn’t have assumed he would pick me over his job after a single—full—night of love-making. Not yet, at least.
That’s exactly what last night was. We were always greedy with each other when we fucked, but this was different. Just as aggressive and demanding, but with a more passionate, emotional connection between us that was missing before, at least for me.
Everywhere he touched me, my skin tingled and buzzed, a sensation I continued to crave from him. When his lips caressed mine, I felt a high like no other. I was drunk on Derek and couldn’t be happier. He was my sweet escape .
Derek pressed my back into the bedroom door, my legs wrapped around his waist as his mouth sucked and bit along the side of my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access and moaned, tugging at his hair. Fuck, I loved the feel of my fingers tangled in his soft strands.
His hips ground against mine, his hard cock begging for my cunt. I could feel my panties soaking at the thought of having him inside of me. Nothing compared to him; absolutely nothing.
Tilting my head back, I captured his mouth with mine and devoured him like a starved animal. His hand came up to caress my cheek as he pulled away and stared into my eyes.
“What?” I breathed, my swollen lips missing the touch of his.
“You’re perfect, Lex. Do you know that? You are everything I never thought I needed and more. If this is what forever tastes like, then I want to dine on you for every meal until I die.” Derek murmured.
“Forever, pretty boy?” I grinned, biting my bottom lip. “Get on your knees, and you can.” My voice came out breathless as I squeezed my thighs around his hips.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, pretty viper.” Derek chuckled, spinning us around and lowering me to the bed.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he pulled my shorts and panties down my thighs. His hand slid back up between them and cupped my aching cunt that throbbed for him. He slid a finger inside of me, followed by a second.
“Fuck, do you just walk around this wet all the time?” He mumbled into my ear as he bit down on it and tugged with his teeth.
“Only when I’m around you.” I swallowed my moan, closing my eyes as his fingers continued to move in and out of me.
“That’s my girl.” I could feel his smirk as he trailed kisses along my jaw and down my chest, falling to his knees at the end of the bed.
Derek gripped my thighs and pulled me towards his face, spreading me wide before him. I whimpered and rolled my hips, silently begging for his mouth.
“What do you say, pretty viper?” His lips were so close to me that I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I groaned, wrapping my hands around the back of his head, wanting to pull him against me.
“Please, Derek.” I pleaded, fisting my hands in his hair.
“Please, Derek, what?” He chuckled, toying with my desire and need for him. His lips grazed against my clit, so lightly that it sent a shiver up my spine.
“Fuck” I sighed a moan, “Please, Derek, eat me like it's your last goddamn meal, and you don’t want to waste a single bite.” I gasped, writhing on the bed in desperation.
“Whatever my vicious viper wants.” He growled before covering me with his hot, filthy mouth and sucking hard on my clit, his tongue rubbing the nerves below it.
My grip tightened on him as I rolled my hips, fucking his face as he devoured me. His hands slid up my thighs to my hips, pushing enough weight to keep them in place. I squirmed and writhed under him, wanting more, my legs beginning to shake.
Releasing my clit, he dragged his tongue up the entire length of me before dipping his tongue into my cunt, twisting it as he pushed it in deeper. I could feel myself tensing around him, my climax rising higher and higher. My breathing was heavy as I cried out his name between pants.
He returned his mouth to my clit, driving two fingers inside of me and roughly fucking me with them. His grip on my thigh tightened enough to bruise. I released his hair to fist the sheets, pulling on them as my eyes rolled to the back of my head in the sheer bliss of his work.
“Shatter for me, pretty viper. Let me feel your walls crumble beneath you.” He murmured.
“I’m right here, and I’ll always catch you.
My dark, twisted, toxic viper.” Derek’s voice cradled my senses as I broke through the shackles of my climax.
Spiraling into a free fall as my walls exploded around me, leaving me emotionally open and exposed to him.
I screamed his name, my eyes squeezed shut as his mouth crashed onto mine. His fingers continued moving in and out of me as I rode out the last of my high.
When my breathing slowed, I opened my eyes, and he pulled back from our locked lips. Removing his fingers from my now dripping cunt, he brought them to his lips and sucked them clean. I loved watching him enjoy the taste of me.
“You taste different this time.” He licked his lips, eyes darkening.
“How so?” I whimpered, staring in awe at his fingers and lips.
“You taste like mine, all mine. Try it for yourself.” His mouth crashed back down on mine, and I moaned into him, tasting my pleasure on his tongue.
He was right. I tasted like his.
And I was.
In every way.
Stretching my arms above my head, I sleepily entered the living room to find my phone from last night.
Glancing at the time, I didn't realize just how late I had slept in.
There were no new messages, not even one from Derek.
If nothing else, I thought he would at least have sent me a text after he left this morning.
With a yawn, my eyes scanned the room and landed on the kitchen counter.
Oh fuck.
As if it were the new normal, another vase of roses, ten black and two red, was sitting on the counter. I sighed as I entered the kitchen. Dragging my heels, I ran a hand through my hair and grabbed the envelope that leaned against the vase.
“Let me guess. Another task, and none of my questions being answered, Adrian,” I mumbled, opening the red envelope and pulling out the card.
I’ll never understand why he insists on using handwritten messages for communication and would send a member to my apartment to collect me for a simple meeting. Can’t he do anything for himself? It’s like he relies on everyone else around him to do his dirty work instead.
I tossed the envelope onto the counter, leaving the kitchen to take a shower and change out of my lounge clothes.
I might as well make myself presentable if I was going to be face-to-face with Adrian this evening.
I didn’t care what he thought of me, but I knew better than to go down into those tunnels in baggy clothing that could hinder my ability to quickly escape if necessary.
Charlotte trained Madison, Chyler, and me to always be prepared for uncertain circumstances. That’s why we always wear tight-fitting clothing when we are out in public. It makes us harder to grab and easier to bolt. Deciding on all black, I pulled on my leggings, tank top, and leather jacket.
“ Shit… ”
Looking at myself in the mirror, I cursed, seeing how beat up the back of my jacket had gotten from the manor. I had cleaned it from most of the glass and blood, but the back was full of puncture marks. I would have to buy a new one.
I spent the rest of the early afternoon lounging around my apartment, waiting for whoever was supposed to escort me to the hideout.
There was no word from Derek, and I didn’t want to come off as clingy and needy already, so I avoided reaching out to him.
Even though I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to respond to me. I needed to reel myself in.
Yes, I confessed to loving him, and yes, I did truly feel that way—now, but I felt like I was jumping from one side of the earth to another without sparing a second to breathe.
I thought my desire for him in the realm of just sex was intense, but the emotional toll that love puts on the soul was crushing.
I’ve never actually loved someone before. I never thought I'd know how to.
There was a knock at the door, and I shot up from the couch where I was resting and ran to answer it.
When I opened the door, I was met by a cloaked individual who held out a card for me to take.
They didn’t speak, just stood there staring at me with their arm stretched out, card in hand.
I couldn’t see their face, but I assumed they were staring at me all the same.
“What? No talking? Even outside the hideout, you guys have to give me the silent treatment?” I joked as I looked over the card they had handed me.
Please follow me to meet with Adrian. I will be your escort for this evening.
This felt incredibly stupid, but I had words for him—so many words. I blew out a breath, grabbed my jacket, and pulled the door closed before following them out of the building.
Here goes nothing.