10. Evan
CHAPTER 10
Evan
A s I slide from the car, I grab Lexi’s hand and pull her across the seat.
She protests, but I throw her a dark look that makes the words die in her throat. “Keep fighting me, and I’ll shove you to your knees and whip your face with my cock before shoving it between your lips.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” She throws me a scathing look before sticking her pert little nose in the air. “Our parents are here.”
I chuckle. “Wouldn’t I?” I stare at her, a challenge burning in my eyes.
She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she tries to pull away from me.
Exiting the car, I pull her out after me. Yanking her against me, I whisper in her ear, “I think you wanna fuck me, and that’s why you’re being a defiant brat.”
Her mouth drops open.
My lips curl in a smug smile. “Oh, an invitation.”
She tries to hit me in my balls, but I’m too quick and move out of the way, never letting go of her hand. The cutest little growl I’ve ever heard comes from her lips. I wink at her before tugging her along behind our parents.
“Is everything okay?” Her mom asks as she peers over her shoulder.
“Just fine.” I give her mom a confident smile.
As soon as her mom turns around, Lexi snaps, “Listen here, fucker— ow .” I squeeze her hand, crushing it with my own.
My lips are against her ear as I hiss, “I’m starting to lose patience with you. Keep it up, and I promise you won’t like the way I humiliate you.” My other hand moves to her ass, pinching it hard enough to leave a mark.
Her face is red from anger as she snaps, “Stop fucking hurting me asshole.”
“Stop misbehaving, and I won’t need to. Now shut the hell up, or I’ll fuck your throat in front of the entire restaurant.”
She huffs, her eyes glittering with rage. But there’s a glimmer of desire there as well. “Fucking bastard.”
Her spine is stiff as we stop behind my father and her mother, waiting to be seated. When the hostess gestures for us to follow her, Lexi starts acting up, strutting her hips and drawing attention to herself.
I tug her against me, squeezing her fingers so tightly she winces. “Fuck around and find out, Lexi.”
We follow the hostess to the back of the restaurant. As soon as we are inside the private area, I grab Lexi’s ass, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “Every part of you belongs to me. Don’t make me prove it.”
Her mocha eyes are an inferno of rage, but a challenge glimmers in them as she gives me a smug smile. “You wouldn’t dare. It would tarnish your perfect son act.”
I’ll never admit it to her, but I admire her spunk and fighting spirit. It’s what draws me to her.
My smile is wolfish. “Little girl, I’ve been playing this game for twenty-five years. I’m not worried about getting caught.”
Lexi scowls before sliding into the chair I pulled out for her.
I lean over her as I push the chair beneath the table. “But you should be afraid. Your reputation is more than a little tarnished.”
My smile and eyes are hard as I slide into my seat, holding her gaze. She shifts uncomfortably and is the first to look away.
Reaching for the water glass on the table, her hands shake as she lifts it to her lips.
Cynthia flashes Lexi a warning look. “Don’t embarrass me. Follow Evan’s lead.”
Lexi nearly chokes on her water, and I grin. “Listen to your mother, little sis,” I taunt in her ear.
She gives me a sweet smile and murmurs, “Kiss my ass.”
Picking up my water glass, I gloat at her over the rim, hoping like hell it can douse the inferno of anger burning through my veins at her indecent attire.
My gaze runs over her body. I want to possess every inch of her so goddamn bad.
Sweat trickles down the back of my dress shirt. I discreetly lean forward, tugging it from my sticky back.
Lexi watches me, an amused smile on her red lips. She shifts closer to me, her dress riding higher on her thigh. “Stop staring at me before I toss this glass of water in your face.”
My gaze drops to them. I ache for them to be wrapped around my head and waist.
Turning my attention away from her, I take another swig of water, wondering if the waiter can bring me a hose.
After I’ve drained the glass, I set it on the table. My hand slides to Lexi’s thigh. My palm tingles the second I make contact with her bare skin.
Lexi bristles, her cheeks scarlet from anger. She tries to push my hand away, but I tighten my grip, my fingers digging into her thigh.
After placing our order, my father starts droning about the company, boring me out of my skull. My hand slides beneath the hem of Lexi’s dress. I’m bored to tears as he deludes himself into believing I’ll work for him.
I have other plans. I’m well into my master’s program in psychology and going straight for my Ph.D. for a reason. Not only will becoming a professor offer a more flexible schedule than the drudgery of working at Whitmore Industries, but it will allow me to continue doing projects when Jaxson King and Zayne Morine, owners of King Morine, need assistance.
King Morine is a leader in the technology and security field, and unbeknownst to Lexi, the cameras I installed in her bedroom are their top-of-the-line model.
Last weekend, I met up with Jaxson and Zayne and picked up the cameras. Luca Federico was with them, showing me the latest tracking devices they’ve been working on. I was piqued by the one that can be installed in a watch or necklace, so I bought it, thinking it may be useful.
My gaze slides to the necklace Lexi wears. Oh, it’ll definitely come in handy.
As my hand slides higher, Lexi stiffens. She bites her lip, squeezing her thighs together. “What’re you doing?” she hisses.
When my father turns to Cynthia, I push her legs apart. My finger grazes her panties as her wide-eyed gaze darts to mine. I raise my brows in a silent challenge, daring her to make a scene. “What does it feel like?” I whisper back.
She looks away, staring intently at her plate. I slide a finger inside her, my lips parting when her breath hitches. She bites her lip, and I nearly moan aloud. She’s fucking soaked for me.
Chairs pull out, and movement at the table across from us draws my attention. I bristle at the arrival of Henry and Owen Alexander. I can’t stand Owen, who has beef with my best friend, Trent. His father, Henry, is an arrogant, controlling asshole.
I slide my finger out of Lexi, grinning as she glares at me. When my father leans over and kisses Cynthia, I shove my finger inside my mouth, tasting her juices.
Lexi’s thighs slam together, her face darkening with anger. She’s pissed that I keep teasing her but haven’t made her come yet.
Lexi grabs her glass and takes a long drink of water. When she sets it down, her jaw is clenched.
Owen looks over at us, his eyes locking on Lexi with interest. I scowl, my hands clenching into fists.
She feels his eyes on her and turns her attention to him. When she studies him with interest, rage pounds in my ears, and blood flows to my extremities.
Oh, hell no. There’s no fucking way I’m allowing this to continue.