Chapter 13
Alexander
I grip her arm and pull her to feet, leading her toward the shower without flicking a single light on. She says nothing as I strip us both off and begin washing her. Neither of us say a word when we step out and dry off. I grip her hand again after I pull on my boxers and lead her back to her bed. I wait for her to try and complain that she needs clothes or something, but she doesn’t. She slips beneath the cover and lolls her head to the side to look at me.
“You staying the night or running back to the bat cave?”
“I expected you to kick me out,” I answer.
She scoffs. “Did you steal my phone this time?”
“No,” I grit out.
“Did you steal anything of mine?”
“I would have stolen your thong but you weren’t wearing one so no, I didn’t steal any fucking thing.” Her quiet chuckle feels like a balm to my tattered soul. I find myself relaxing at the sound but it ends all too quickly.
“Get in the bed, Alex.” I climb in beside her, wearing nothing but my boxers. This is new for me. I don’t sleep next to anyone. Tatum lays beside me silently. I’ve watched her long enough to know she takes a while to fall asleep. The awkward silence is weird. Normally it never bothers me because I don’t have a lot to say to anyone, but with her I have this need to make sure she is comfortable so I ask, “Who hurt you?”
I feel her tense beside me. “I’m not weak.” Her softly spoken answer is one I didn’t expect.
“Never said you were, Bambi.”
“What’s with the nickname?”
“You were the prey and I was the hunter the other night, the name fits.”
“Whatever you say, Butcher .” I say nothing because the truth is I hate her calling me that, it’s not a name I chose for myself. She rolls onto her side and faces me. I can feel her overthinking from over here but I don’t say anything, giving her time to work it out in her head. “Why are you here?”
“If I knew the answer to that question, then I wouldn’t be here lying beside you.” I can't hide the edge to my tone.
“Wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel special after you just fucked her.” Bitterness laces each one of her words.
I loll my head to the side and look at her. “Tatum, I shouldn’t be here.” Conviction is clear as I speak. “Your brother is someone I want dead and groveling at my feet as I tear the son of a bitch apart slowly. I want his blood covering every inch of my skin. I want to inflict the most amount of pain on him as I can so he can pay for what he took from me. You share his blood and here I am making myself at home inside you.” She recoils and tries to scoot away but I snap my arm out and wrap it around her waist, pulling her flush against my side.
“Get out,” she snaps.
“No. Don’t let your anger cloud your judgment. I know what he asked you to do to get intel on me.”
“How?”
“I heard enough of your conversation with him. I would never have asked such a thing of my sister, she was mine to protect and that little cunt stole her from me.”
“And what? You plan to steal me from him and force me to face the same fate as your sister?” When I don’t answer she gasps and struggles against me to get free. I roll over and use my body to pin her beneath me. “Fuck you, get the fuck off me!” she screams. I pin her arms above her head and grind against her pussy so she can feel how hard I am.
“Does that fucking feel like I want to kill you?” I snap, she stills beneath me.
“What are you doing here with me then?”
I exhale and decide to be honest. “I have no fucking clue. You were meant to lead us to your brother and never know we existed, but then you had to start digging and bringing attention to us so we had no choice.”
“Who are you worried about finding you?”
I grind my teeth. “No one. The endgame here is finding your brother, and I won’t let whatever this is between us cloud my judgment. He will die and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop it.” She sniffs and I fight back the growl that wants to break free.
“You kill my brother and you can forget I ever existed.”
“You’re not someone who is easy to forget, Miss Lawson,” I mutter.
“Stop stalking me and then it won’t be so hard.”
“You need to stop crossing my path, then I might.”
“How the fuck do I cross your path?” she splutters.
“The guy you were with today?—”
She cuts me off. “You were watching me?” She doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “Of course you were, I knew those two fucking dicks played me.” I snort.
“Omen and Pope never gave up your location, you just happen to be in the same place as the fucker we are hunting.”
She squirms beneath me. “Can you let me go now?” I mull over her words for a moment.
“I kind of like this position.”
She snorts out a laugh. “Of course you do, I bet you're really mad now that you decided to put your boxers back on?” Her sarcasm has me glaring at her. I release her wrists and decide to teach her a lesson, reaching between our bodies and pushing my boxers down to free my cock. “You are not sticking that thing inside me after you just admitted to wanting to kill my brother—” I thrust inside her, silencing her rant. Her back arches off the bed and a long drawn out moan escapes her.
“You never should have allowed me to touch you,” I growl as I continue to thrust inside her. “Now, you’re mine and I’ll take whatever the fuck I want from you when I want, am I clear?”
“Alex.” She pants as her nails run along my back, drawing a hiss from me.
I slam inside her harder, loving the sharp cry that tears from her sinful lips. Unable to control myself, I smash my own lips on hers and swallow her moans as I fuck her like a rabid man. When her nails dig into the flesh of my back, I grunt. She turns her head breaking the kiss. “Let me get on top.” When I pause and stare at her in surprise, she uses my moment of shock against me and shoves against my chest until I’m lying flat on my back.
She shifts and swings her leg over me and straddles my lap. I fight the urge not to thrust my hips when she grips my cock and lines it up with her soaked cunt. A shiver of excitement works its way through me as she slowly glides down on my dick.
“Oh fuck,” I growl as I grip her waist and help guide her until I’m fully sheathed inside her perfect pussy.
“Shit, you feel so deep!” she pants out. It sends a thrill through me knowing I’m the only one who has seen her like this. Needing to see her in the light, I reach back and fumble around for the bedside lamp. I flick it on. Instantly my cock jerks inside her when I feast on the sight of her tits. I reach up and cup them in my hands, she throws her head back and moans.
“Ride me, baby.” She drops her chin to her chest, places her hands flat on my chest and begins to rotate her hips. I keep my eyes on her, loving how her pupils dilate and her gaze grows hazy as she uses me to find her own pleasure. I pinch her nipples and relish in the sounds she makes. When her movements turn sluggish and hurried, I grip her waist and begin to guide her movement, meeting her thrust for thrust. The whimpers and mewls that escape her only fuel my own need. My balls are tightening with the need to spill everything inside her.
“Oh God, I need you to make me come, then I want you to come on my face.” Her demand has me stilling beneath her. Her eyes meet mine and I can tell that my reaction has her feeling slightly ashamed about her request. Rather than allow her time to rethink it, I quicken my pace and slam her down onto my aching cock, wanting nothing more than to get her off so I can fulfil her request. “Yes, fuck, just like that,” she screams and digs her nails into my chest as she screams my name when her orgasm slams into her. I keep fucking her, drawing out her release. When I can’t hold off any longer, I lift her off me and climb off the bed, reach out and grab her hair, then use my hold on it to guide her to her knees before me.
My other hand wraps around my shaft but she reaches out and bats my hand away, wrapping both her own around my cock and pumps me. I hiss at the feeling. I’m two seconds away from exploding! The sight of her opening her mouth to capture my release pushes me over the edge, my grip on her tightens as I roar her name and cum all over her perfect fucking face. She keeps stroking my dick, forcing me to draw back from her touch. I look down at her and a sick sinister part of me loves the sight of my cum all over her cheeks, chin and mouth. She fucking pushes me over the edge when she reaches up and swipes her finger along her cheek and brings her cum covered finger to her lips, then sucks it clean while maintaining eye contact with me.
“Hmmm, you taste delicious,” she purrs.
I can’t stop my smile from breaking free. I reach down and cup her cheek. “You are certainly not what I fucking expected and I am so fucking glad to be wrong for once.”
* * *
Tatum groans beside me and I furrow my brow until I hear knocking again. I sit up and rub my eyes, then look around the room and that’s when I remember. I came here after I dropped the bombshell on my brothers but I didn’t expect the night to go how it did. I was just meant to sit here and watch her until I calmed down, then head back to deal with that situation.
“Tate!” I jerk at the sound of a woman’s voice. I gently shove Tatum and smirk when she shoves me away.
“Leave me alone,” she grumbles as she rolls over.
“Bambi, your boss is here,” I say, fighting back a smile. It takes two seconds for my words to register, then she is leaping from the bed like she was zapped. She stands at the edge of the bed with her wild hair pointing in every direction. My gaze drops to her nipples and I smirk at the sight of them hard and ready for me. The sight of my bite marks on her neck and shoulder has me feeling like I need to beat my fists against my chest. I’ve never been the type of guy to get possessive over a female or want to stake my claim, but with Tatum I can’t seem to mark my territory enough, and that is the type of shit that will get me in deep fucking trouble when it comes time to enact my revenge against the motherfucker she calls brother.
“Tatum, I know you’re in there!” Vivian calls out as she pounds against the door. Tate’s eyes widen and I see a hint of panic in the depths of them.
“You have to hide,” she shrieks then darts across the room and grabs my discarded shirt off the floor while I remain where I am on the bed. I quirk a brow when she pulls my shirt over her head, then darts into the bathroom for a second before returning with an elastic band. She piles her hair into a messy bun atop her head, then looks at me while Vivian continues to pound on the door like it somehow wronged her. “Alex, hide!” she snaps, then rushes out of the room to answer the door. I ignore her so-called demand and climb out of the bed and pull my jeans on, leaving them unbuttoned.
I hear Tatum open the door and I pause in the threshold of the bedroom, remaining out of sight. “You’re early,” Tate breathes out like she’s just run a marathon.
“Oh shit.” I hear one of Vivian’s boyfriends mutter and it pisses me off that they are seeing her in just my shirt.
“Well, you look well fucked.” Vivian’s tone is filled with mirth and I can picture Tatum glaring at her.
“Vivi baby, now I have pictures I shouldn’t have in my head,” another guy whines. I grind my teeth as I round the corner. I know Tate can feel me drawing near because she tenses. I grip the door and plaster myself at her back and stare right at Vivian and the three fuckers.
“Keep your thoughts off her ,” I snarl. The brown haired fucker smirks cockily at me.
“It seems The Butcher butchered your girl, Vivi baby.” I narrow my eyes at the son of a bitch in warning. The blond guy, Ezekiel, smacks him across the back of his head.
“Learn when to shut the fuck up, Hayze,” he snaps.
Vivian smiles and moves around Tate. She grabs my arm and pulls me away from Tate to hug me. I stand here stiffly and shoot Tatum a look to help me out here, but the little fucking minx stands there smirking and crossing her arms over her chest. I sigh and pat Vivian on the back awkwardly. She steps back and stares up at me with a loving look in her eyes, which just fucking floors me.
“I knew she liked you,” Vivian exclaims, making her three boyfriends sigh and grumble. She waves her hand and ignores them. “So, I think we might have interrupted something…”
I shoot her a deadpan look, knowing that she is just fishing for information about what’s happening between me and Tate so I keep my mouth closed.
“How about, I meet you in an hour and then we can discuss… things,” Tatum says in a tone laced with guilt, which just pisses me off.
Vivian pouts and shoots me a pleading look that I ignore and I look to Tate. Without me needing to say it, she knows it's time for her to get rid of her boss and her toys.
“Vivian,” Tate says as she grabs her arm and gently pulls her away from us. Ezekiel reaches out and grabs his wife’s arm, pulling her into his side. “I’ll meet you guys downstairs in an hour and I’m… sorry about this,” she says, then closes the door. She keeps her back to me for a minute before slowly turning around. Her eyes are filled with fire as they meet my own, but I stand firm and cross my arms over my chest, not giving a shit that her boss knows we’re fucking. “Did you really need to do that?” she hisses, then attempts to push past me but I snap my arm out and wrap it around her waist, halting her escape. With her flush against my front, I reach around with my free hand and force her head back. She opens her mouth to curse me out no doubt but I silence her with my lips.