Chapter 12
Tatum
“Those assholes think they can keep issuing fines for bullshit reasons and I am about to go fucking ham on their asses, Vivian,” I seethe as I continue to pace my hotel room. My anger hasn’t lessened. I just received eight-thousand-dollars’ worth of fines for bullshit reasons today.
“Okay, calm down. I can get on a flight and be out there tomorrow afternoon. Does that work for you?” I sigh and nod.
“Yeah. I’m honestly at a loss at what to do. They have stonewalled us and I don’t know what the hell to do anymore,” I admit, feeling like an utter let down.
“Tatum, this isn’t your fault. These things happen and we just have to roll with the punches.”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
“The guys and I will fly out after I hand in my paper. So… will I just be seeing you or…”
I groan and hate the sound of her laughter. “Yes, Vivian. The Aztec god is gone and I’m fucking thrilled to be rid of his overbearing ass.”
“Hmmm.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I snap, then cringe when I remember she’s my boss and I shouldn’t be giving her attitude.
“It means you don’t sound like someone who is happy to be free and you’re the one who called him a god, not me.”
“Argh, I’m going, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I end the call as soon as she starts laughing. I toss my phone on the bed and stare at the burner phone resting on the bedside table. I picked up a new one today with the plan to call Nexus but… I haven’t. It has nothing to do with what Alexander said about his sister, it's the fact that when I did call him he implied I should use my body as a way to get Alex to spill his secrets. I’ve never told anyone what happened to me as a kid except for my brother. Him knowing what happened and still suggesting what he did makes me feel sick.
I nibble on my bottom lip, debating if I should just push through my reservations and call him to at least let him know I’m okay and… free. I feel weird even thinking that I may have been his prisoner but I never really felt like it. I wasn’t chained up or tied to a bed and hurt. Well, I got my ego fucking torn apart in the end and lost my virginity to The Butcher.
“Argh,” I growl into the empty room as I scrub a hand down my face. Guys complicate everything and this is the reason why I have always been grateful that I have never felt intense attraction toward the opposite sex or ever had the urge to throw myself at someone until, Alexander–The fucking butcher—Denver!
Jesus Christ!
The moment I saw him enter Lividica my body felt like it was on fire, and my world stopped spinning for a split second when he met my gaze. He became my focal point and no matter how hard I tried not to look at him I couldn’t control myself. My eyes kept darting across the room to catch a glimpse of him. I loathe to admit I even felt envy toward my boss when she threw her arms around him and hugged him. I don’t know what it is about that fucking man that has drawn me in. Rationally I know I should be terrified of him and I was until I met him. Everyone has heard the rumors about the infamous Butcher, tales of his actions spread like wildfire. Of course each time a story was told it would change and people would put their own spin on it, but none of that mattered to me when I was with him.
“Cut your bullshit, Tate,” I scold myself. I need to keep my head on straight and prepare myself for Vivian and her guys to arrive tomorrow. I decide to take a quick shower, then call it a night. I need to get some sleep or I’ll be up all night obsessing over the construction and paperwork I need to sort for the other locations. The closer we get to the builds being almost complete means my work load nearly triples. Vivian is going to have no choice but to hire more people to run each individual club with me overseeing them all. I can’t be in every place at once and I have to admit, I need the help because this shit is a lot for one person to deal with daily.
I feel slightly less tense after my shower. I snag one of my oversized shirts from my suitcase and pull that on. The shirt is big enough to reach my knees, I love not being restricted when I sleep so I forgo panties. I climb under the covers and sigh. God, I didn’t realize how tired I was until now. I yawn and close my eyes ready for this day to be over and fall asleep almost instantly.
I begin stirring, I can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched. I’m woman enough to admit that I’m fully awake now but I refuse to open my eyes. I may be a bad bitch in the streets but I’ve seen enough horror movies to wonder if ghosts are actually real! I keep my breathing even and remain still as I strain my hearing. I hear nothing but that doesn’t mean something or someone isn’t in here with me. I wait another minute before I slowly open my eyes, keeping as still as possible, waiting for a sound or fucking anything really but I get nothing. I still have the feeling of eyes on me. I know now it isn’t a ghost in here with me. I exhale and slowly sit up. Once I’m in a seated position, I slowly look around my room only to freeze when I see a silhouette sitting on the chair in the corner of my room. My heart bangs against my ribs trying to escape in fear. My breathing turns choppy as I wait for whoever it is to kill me.
“I never said you could leave, Miss Lawson.” Call me fucking crazy but I instantly relax and release a long exhale at the sound of his voice.
“I don’t recall ever asking for your permission, Butcher,” I bite back.
I watch as he leans forward and looks directly at me, I hate that it's too dark to make out his features. I may not be able to see him clearly but I know without a doubt he’ll have a scowl on his face. “Are we playing a game, Tatum?” The level tone of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. I expected him to be mad and frothing that I escaped but instead, he just sits there talking calmly like we’re old friends.
“No. I’m not a toy for you to play with and discard when you get bored, Butcher. I don’t want to be the center of your attention. I don’t want to be anything to you. Stop breaking into my hotel rooms and following me?—”
“Which one?”
I frown. “Huh?”
“Which. One. Told. You?” This time his tone isn’t calm, it's edged in darkness.
“Why does it matter who told me that you have been breaking into my hotel rooms and watching me?” I snap, my tone laced with accusation and I refuse to cower to this bastard.
“Here’s the thing, Tatum.” He slowly climbs to his feet and I scoot back against the headboard, keeping as much space between us as I can. Alexander Denver is an enigma, he is someone women fantasize about because they think they can handle the bad boy, but they’re foolish. He isn’t someone who can be owned or molded to fit into society. He will never blend in amongst normal people. The aura that surrounds him pulses with predator energy and that is the reason he will always be set apart from everyone else without even trying. “My motives don’t need to be explained to you.” He takes a step toward the bed and I brace myself.
“W-why not?” I stutter.
He continues stalking toward me and I hate that my body begins to hum with awareness at his close proximity. “Because I will take whatever the fuck I want and have no regrets about it. Don’t try to psychoanalyze me, you will never figure out what makes me who I am.”
“Alex—” I clamp my mouth closed when he snaps his arms out and grips my ankles. I scream when he yanks me down the bed toward him. I claw at the sheets but it’s no use, I just pull them from the corners. He releases me when I’m at the edge of the bed with him standing between my legs, my chest rising and falling in rapid pants.
He reaches down and trails his fingers around my throat. I inhale sharply. “I never meant to encounter you or ever meet you.” I shiver as he continues to trail his fingers down my body. “I was just meant to watch from afar and never interact with you.” My breath hitches when he gathers the hem of my shirt and pushes it up, exposing my bare pussy to him. The deep growl in his chest has me trembling, I may not be able to see in the darkness but he clearly can. “You were just supposed to lead us to your brother.” I tense but then he skirts his fingers along my inner thigh, my body temperature skyrockets and my breathing turns ragged as he skates those fingers to my pulsing core. Fuck, I’m already wet for him and that makes proving my point a lot harder when my mouth tells him to fuck off but my pussy begs him to fuck me .
“My brother isn’t here.” I pant as he trails a finger through my slick folds, then groans when my arousal coats his finger. I may not be able to make out his features, but I can see him lift his arm and I stare wide eyed and breathless when I hear him suck his finger.
He just tasted me!
“Hmm, you taste fucking exquisite, Miss Lawson.” A whimper escapes me without consent. He lowers his hand and this time he doesn’t ease me into his touch, he circles my clit like he has a right to touch me however he wants and in this moment, I am nothing but a willing participant eager to take his form of punishment if it means he relieves me of this ache burning within me.
“Alex,” I plead unsure if I am begging him to stop or give me more. He presses the pad of his thumb flat against my clit and I cry out, bucking my hips off the bed.
“This time, you don’t need to question if there are any hidden motives, Bambi.” His words don’t register as he slips a finger inside me, causing a distraction from my wayward thoughts, he’s forcing me to feel and focus on only him. I clench the sheets in my hands and arch my back from the bed as he curves his finger and strokes a spot inside me that has me gasping and begging for him to do it again. “That’s it, Bambi, ride my finger and show me how much you want my cock inside you.” His words cause a shudder to roll through me, the pure dominance and the command in which he speaks them has me wanting to obey like a puppet.
He continues to inflict pure pleasure as I try to gain control of my own body, but I’m fighting a losing battle. He’s playing me like a fiddle and I have no choice but to endure the glorious torture he is inflicting on me. I want to say I scream for him to stop and get the fuck out, but I’m not a liar and the feelings he’s invoking inside me are fucking perfection. I’m craving the release I know he can give me.
“Holy shit, I need…” I clamp my mouth closed, I have no idea what I need. I just know I need more. As if he can read my mind, Alex lowers to his knees while still keeping his fingers inside me. I gasp when I feel him blow his hot breath against my aching pussy. I whimper when he curves those skilled fingers.
“You open these legs for only me. I catch anyone else sniffing around you and I’ll tie your ass to a chair and make you watch as I tear the fucker apart and cut him into tiny pieces.” My eyes widen as I push up and rest on my elbows, staring down at him. I can feel the intensity of his gaze on me and I am certain he isn’t fucking around. “If you try to open these legs for anyone else, I’ll take your punishment further and make you try a couple of pieces of him.” My jaw unhinges. I’m about to tell him to fuck off when he swipes his tongue through my folds, then sucks my clit into his mouth, drawing a scream from me.
Jesus, I’m not a prude or anything and have made myself come before, but I never imagined it would feel this fucking amazing to have a guy eating my pussy like it’s his favorite meal. I flop back against the bed and begin grinding my hips against his beard. He keeps his tongue out, allowing me to take my pleasure from him while still fingering my cunt. Reaching down I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug on the strands, loving the sound of the growl that comes from him. I feel my body begin to tense and my muscles lock up in preparation for my orgasm. I don’t fight it, I latch onto it and let it slam into me.
“Alex!” I scream as I come so fucking hard my body spasms. The feeling of his fingers and tongue on me is too much, I shuffle backward only for him to leap on top of me. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. I have zero time to gather my thoughts before his lips are on mine, demanding access. Like a slave to its master I open for him and relish in the taste of my own pussy on his tongue. My stomach muscles clench when he grinds against me and I feel how hard he is.
He breaks the kiss and stares down at me, both of us panting. “I’m gonna fuck you and then you and I are going to talk.”
I scoff. “You can’t make me fucking horny, eat me out and then dangle sex above my head, then drop a bomb like that on me,” I hiss.
“Get my cock out.” I want to ignore the fucker but in doing that would mean denying myself the pleasure I crave so much. I do as he says and reach between us, freeing him. I wrap my hand around him and feel emboldened when he groans and drops his forehead against mine. I pump him twice, then swirl my thumb over the head of his cock and gasp when I feel his pre cum. Without overthinking it, I bring my thumb to my mouth. He watches me as I wrap my lips around it and suck it clean, moaning at the taste of him.
I release my thumb with a pop. “You taste sweet, Butcher.”
“You taste better,” he purrs before claiming my lips and thrusting inside me in one swift move. I scream in pain but he swallows it. He remains still, giving me a chance to accommodate his size. I turn my head, needing to suck in lungfuls of air to breathe through the pain. He cups my face between his large hands and forces my gaze back to his. “I’ll break down every wall you have and force you to let me inside.” I balk up at him. “But, I will never force myself on you. I’m taking what you are willing to give because you refuse to admit it to yourself that you crave my touch as much as I crave yours.”
My breathing accelerates for a whole new reason now. “Craving you doesn’t mean I like you,” I mutter.
He chuckles and pulls almost all the way out of me before slamming back inside. I cry out and bow off the bed. Alex leans down and bites the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder. A heady moan tumbles from me and I feel myself growing slicker when he licks a trail to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him in place as I kiss him. My move shocks him, so I use it to my advantage and lock my legs around his waist and pull him inside me deeper.
Alex starts rocking his hips and I whimper, his fingers felt amazing but Jesus take the fucking wheel because his cock feels like pure silk, gliding in and out of me with ease. The only sounds that can be heard are skin slapping skin and our ragged breaths. I don’t know whether it's the feeling of him inside me or the sounds we’re making but I feel untouchable, like nothing in the world could tear me down. I feel a sense of completeness with him inside me. It sounds fucking crazy and stupid but all my life I have felt hollow and out of place until the first time Alexander Denver plowed through my hymen and made me whole.
“Fuck, Bambi, you feel so good, baby.” His praise bolsters my confidence, this may be only my second time having sex but I have no doubt he has fucked a lot more women than I care to think about.
“Keep going, I’m so close,” I plead.
“Beg me,” I grind my teeth and consider strangling him but then his thrusts pick up tempo and rob me of rational thought.
“Please, fuck… please make me come, Butcher.” A feral sound escapes him, he grips the back of my neck in a bruising hold and presses his forehead against mine.
“Eyes on me while you come on my cock.” I obey without thought. Our breaths mingle as he continues to pound inside me, chasing his own release while I latch onto mine. The eye contact only heightens my need.
“You feel so good,” I whisper as I start meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Fucking you is my new favorite thing to do,” he growls as he hits that sweet spot again and I’m at his mercy. The orgasm that rips through me is like a tidal wave, consuming every surfer on the beach. I’m powerless to fight against it. I’m forced to ride the wave of bliss while he continues to fuck me and drag out my climax, like it’s his life mission and right now, I can’t be certain it isn’t with how savage his thrusts have turned. “Fuck, Bambi,” he roars, then tears away from me. He rests back on his haunches, grips his cock in his hand and pumps himself three times before I feel jets of his cum covering my thighs, pussy and stomach.
I stare at him with wide eyes, knowing I should be pissed he just came on me and marked me as his but… I’m not. If anything, I find it sexy as fucking hell that he just used my body to get off, then marked me as his own.
I’m so fucked up in the head!