6. Alexis
CHAPTER 6
Alexis
I glance over my shoulder at my mom and stepfather, who ignore me as they bark directions at the movers. With a sigh, I turn, hurrying after Evan.
He’s evasive and cold as he marches ahead, as if the moment we shared in the parking lot never occurred.
Remorse lodges deep in my gut. I should’ve known better, but I was fooled by the hunger that blazed in his smoky irises, scorching me to my soul.
He wanted to devour me. I didn’t imagine that.
Now, his aloofness chills me to the bone. It’s as though seeing his father brings something out in him—something not previously there when it was just him and me.
“What the hell did you mean by you ‘wouldn’t want me to hurt myself?’ How the hell would carrying my luggage hurt me? And why would you give a damn?” The words tumble out, my confusion mixing with anger.
Evan narrows his shrewd eyes at me. His tone is as sharp as the blade of a knife as he reaches the door. “Exactly what I said, Lexi. Are you having difficulty comprehending my words?” His jaw grinds back and forth like I’m his worst enemy.
My anger washes over me like ocean waves during a storm. He opens the door and drags my luggage through it.
“Listen, asshole. I can do?—”
His hand wraps around my throat, shoving me against the wall beside the door. His scent assaults my senses as he glowers at me, his lips inches from mine. “When you bend over in those fucking jean shorts, you expose entirely too much of that decadent ass.” Hot breaths float over my face. “You’re mine, Lexi. No one except me gets to see that much of you.”
What in the absolute fuck?
One minute, he’s colder than a glacier, and the next, he’s melting my insides with his fiery gaze and heated breaths. It’s like a damn dragon is breathing on me.
“You’re so damn confusing.” I close my eyes, wishing I could take those words back.
The corners of his lips turn up into a smirk that makes me want to smack the shit out of his pompous face.
“I’m confusing, huh?” Removing his hand from my neck, he snatches my wrists, pinning them over my head with one hand. The other one grips my chin while his thumb pulls my lip down. “No, Lexi, you’re wrong. I’m simple.” He bares his teeth at me. “You’re mine . Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”
His gaze drops, raking over my body, before he meets my eyes again. “As much as I’d like to pound you from behind and make you scream my name, I can’t right now. Consider this your only warning. Wearing those shorts in public again will result in your ass turning crimson from my handprints.” A dark promise blazes in the depths of his charcoal irises, making me shiver. “After I murder any man that dares glance at you, I’ll fuck you so hard you scream my name until you’re hoarse.”
“You’re a sick bastard. That’s?—”
His lips cover mine, his tongue taking advantage of my open mouth. I’m momentarily stunned, but the heated way he’s kissing me causes my brain to go on the fritz again, and fuck if I don’t respond to the way his tongue strokes mine.
As quickly as it began, it’s over.
He yanks his mouth away from mine, staring at me with a combination of lust and fury in his eyes.
I’m speechless as I stare at him, stunned at his audacity. As much as his words scare me, they turn me on. I’m sick. The disgusting things he just said made my panties explode. R.I.P. to them.
Anger builds inside me. His eyes drink in my body pinned beneath his, gloating when his eyes lift to mine.
“Let go of me, motherfucker.” I squirm and struggle, trying to loosen his hold. I try to kick him, but he easily pins my leg, pushing against me so I feel his hard cock straining against his sweatpants.
“I suggest you knock it the fuck off and behave. Unless you want me to punish you.”
My breaths heave from my lungs as I glare at him, wishing I had the strength to shove him off me and punch him in the nose so hard his blood splatters all over the room.
He smirks before releasing me. “Keep pretending, Lexi, but I know the truth.” His voice lowers, and the arrogance in it makes my blood boil. “You want me to touch you. You want every fucking thing I can give you. Gentle and rough, slow and hard. My kiss, my touch, and my hard cock pounding you into the mattress… You want all of it. You’re just too fucking scared to admit it.”
My palms land against his hard chest, attempting to push him away. “Fuck you,” I hiss, the room turning red. Part of me knows he’s right, but a larger part doesn’t want to admit it.
You’re letting him win, my muddled brain argues. Change tactics.
Blowing out a breath, I compose myself. “You need to believe that, don’t you, Evan?” I cock my head, my smug smile and arrogant energy matching his. “Maybe I’m just playing games and having fun at your expense.”
His smile fades, and something flits through his eyes, but it’s gone before I’m sure.
“You’ll never be able to outsmart me, Lexi. Stop deluding yourself.”
I’m not backing down. Not after I found a chink in his armor.
“Maybe your ego can’t handle the fact that one woman on this campus can’t stand you.” I look him up and down with disgust, even as the electricity shimmers in the space between us.
My lip curls in disgust as I take a final parting shot. “You’re not my type, Evan.”
He sneers at me, stepping so close our noses almost touch. “I’m exactly your type, and that’s what scares the hell outta you.”