Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
O kay. Deep, calm breaths, Drea. In and out. One, two. That’s it. Ignore the big, brooding asshole behind you. Just focus on the task at hand.
I ran my wet, soapy hands over my body, trying desperately to keep them from shaking as I cleaned myself. I could feel Aleksandr’s eyes on me, the intensity of his gaze burning me from the inside out despite the cool water running over me.
Why did I have to be so attracted to him? It wasn’t fair.
I should have known running would be a wasted attempt, but I had to try. And he’d proved exactly why I wouldn’t be going anywhere unless he permitted it. The damn brute was quick for such a big guy.
When I first realised there were no doors on the showers, I was livid .
I knew there had to be some sort of catch.
That Aleksandr didn’t just decide to let me take a shower out of the goodness of his heart (because I was pretty sure he didn’t fucking have one).
That catch? Watching me the entire time.
That wasn’t even what pissed me off the most though.
What pissed me off the most was that I wanted him to watch me.
Having a man like Aleksandr—all that power and strength, that dominating gaze and masculine energy—focused on me was the biggest adrenaline rush I’d ever had before.
Not to mention the fact that my body was still buzzing from our fight earlier.
My pussy was dripping for him, for the hungry look he gave me when I took off my bra. He had a very good poker face, but even he wasn’t able to hide the look of pure want and need flaring in his eyes. From clenching his fists like he was fighting to keep his hands off me.
It made me feel…powerful. That I could affect this man to the point that his body shook, his teeth grinding, was euphoric.
I didn’t know why, but for some reason I had the feeling I wasn’t his usual type. I bet he was into the tall, leggy ones. With model-like bodies and elegantly good looks. The classy, stuck-up type.
That was so not me.
I was the rough-and-tumble type. The down and dirty, if-you-piss-me-off-I’ll-shove-my-foot-up-your-ass type.
My entire body was covered in ink, except for my face. My mother made me promise not to get any tattoos there because she said, and I quote, “You have the face of an angel, don’t ruin it with those hideous images”.
Que eye roll.
My mother was old school. She hated tattoos, piercings, coloured hair. Anything out of the norm really.
I was the complete opposite of the prim and proper type Aleksandr was probably used to. And yet his eyes hadn’t left my body once.
I ducked my head under the stream of water. God . It felt so good. You don’t realise how much you miss something until it is taken away from you. Like the luxury of showering once a day.
I rolled my neck from side to side, letting the water flow down my back. The pressure was amazing.
“Two minutes,” Aleksandr barked from behind me.
I scowled. I’d almost managed to forget the bastard was even there. I glanced over my shoulder as subtly as I could.
Yep, he was still looking at me. His eyes were plastered to my ass. I turned back around to hide my smirk. All those long hours at the gym were totally paying off.
Mischievousness shot through me. I wanted to play. To tease. To fuck with Aleksandr, like he’d done me. I still wasn’t sure why he really wanted to watch me shower. Was it a power move of some sort to show how little control I had? Or was it more like a dare? To see if I had the cojones to do it?
Either way, it was my turn to mess with him.
Tussling with him had ramped up my sexual needs and I was dying to get off.
I liked things rough. Hard. I liked to fight, punch, kick, scream while my partner fought to keep me down.
Even though I had been trying to escape, feeling Aleksandr’s body on mine as he pinned me to the ground was fucking amazing.
Irritating because I was trying to get away, but amazing at the same time.
Fucking hell. These conflicting feelings were really fucking with me.
I’d never once wished I was normal with vanilla sexual desires. But now I wished I was, because then I wouldn’t be so turned on by his dominance.
I turned on my side so he had a perfect view of what I was doing. I slowly ran my hands down my body, starting from my neck, down over my breasts, giving them both a hard squeeze that had me tipping my head back as pleasure soared through me.
I loved having my tits played with. The piercings on both nipples just accentuated the pleasure.
I looked at Aleksandr out of the corner of my eye. He was stiff as a board. So stiff I wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. His gaze was locked on my hands as I walked my fingers down my stomach slowly, heading straight for my pussy.
“Thirty seconds,” Aleksandr growled, his teeth bared and fists clenched. The veins in the side of his neck bulged, throbbing with all the restraint it was taking for him not to move.
I couldn’t help the devious smile curving on my lips. Thirty seconds was more than enough time for what I had planned.
I lightly ran my fingers over my clit, a shudder rolling through me. Pleasure soared inside me and I moaned.
Fuck, I was so pent up. With Aleksandr’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my body, the water running over my hyper-sensitive skin and fingers lightly touching my clit, I was already embarrassingly close to cumming.
I’d always been a very sexual person. I wasn’t shy in the slightest. And if I’m being honest, this wasn’t even the first time I’d done something like this, pleasured myself in front of someone else.
I wasn’t what you’d call a ‘Sex Addict’—at least not officially.
But I was definitely close to it. I loved sex.
Thought about it a lot, did it a lot… whenever the situation presented itself really.
I was free with my sexuality. I never hid that adventurous aspect of my personality.
My skin was on fire, my breathing rapid. Having Aleksandr’s complete and undivided attention was the ultimate high. It made me feel powerful. Wanted. Like I was the only woman in the world.
In reality, I knew I should hate him. Hate what he did and how I ended up here. But right now, I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit about any of it. Not when Aleksandr was looking at me like he wanted nothing more than to throw me to the ground and fuck me until I couldn’t walk, couldn’t think.
I’d deal with the consequences later.
“Time’s up. Get out or I’ll drag you out,” Aleksandr snapped, taking a step forward.
With complete nonchalance, I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing my towel from the bench. I gave Aleksandr a full-frontal view as I dabbed myself with casual aloofness, like he wasn’t even in the room.
His eyes flicked to my pussy and a frown formed on his face.
I knew why. He wasn’t sure if he was actually seeing what he was seeing.
He was.
Along with the multitude of piercings I had all over my body—ears, eyebrow, tongue, belly button, tits—I also had my clit pierced.
Out of all the tats and piercings I’d had done, that one was definitely the worst, the most painful. But man, was it worth it. Not only did it accentuate the pleasure, but guys went crazy over it.
Aleksandr tilted his head, eyes still locked on the tiny bit of metal he could glimpse between my thighs.
I lightly ran the towel through my hair as I walked towards him, adding a bit of an extra sway to my hips.
I had no idea what I was doing. At this point, I was running on pure animal instincts.
The teasing show I put on for him had only increased my own arousal, wanting him to touch me.
Kiss me. Grab me with such ferociousness, it left bruises on my skin. On my soul.
Aleksandr watched me, a dark, predatory look in his eyes. He didn’t move, still standing in front of the door. His muscular, broad shoulders spanned the entire width of the door, drawing even more attention to his gargantuan size.
I stopped in front of him. Our eyes locked. Sexual tension crackled between us with the force of a lightning strike, burning my insides. He was so goddamn hot. Those blazing blue eyes. That jaw. The sharp, sculpted lines of his face.
I walked my fingers from one side of his chest to the other, feeling nothing but hard, firm muscles. “Enjoy the show?” I whispered, running my tongue over my bottom lip before catching it with my teeth.
His nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with a quick breath. His hand snapped around my wrist, halting my movements. “I’ve had better,” he rumbled deeply.
I arched an eyebrow, not at all offended. He probably had. My eyes flicked to the raging hard on in his pants and back up. “Little Aleksandr seemed to like it.”
He stepped into my space so his cock pressed tightly against my stomach. “There’s nothing little about me.”
I held in the moan that threatened to slip free. Dear lord . He wasn’t freaking kidding. Every inch of him was hard, toned muscles. Firm. Defined. And his cock? Based on the length and width of it, it was huge. Just like the rest of him.
All I wanted was for him to force me to my knees and choke me with it.
Somehow, Aleksandr knew my head was filled with dirty, depraved thoughts. Maybe it was the look on my face that gave me away. Or maybe it was the fact that I had inadvertently started rubbing up against him.
Whatever it was, it made him snap.
He growled and gripped my throat with his free hand, spinning us until my back slammed into the wall next to the door.
My toes scraped the floor as he held me up by my throat alone, the pressure perfect.
It wasn’t too tight, cutting off my ability to breathe, but just tight enough to make my head swim. It was…exquisite. Just how I liked it.
“Be careful, malyshka .” He leaned forward until we were nose to nose, his breath fanning over my face. “I’m not the kind of man you play around with.”
“What if I wanna play?” I licked at his lips playfully.