11. Evan
CHAPTER 11
Evan
O wen looks at Lexi as though she’s on the menu until he catches my watchful, narrowed eyes. His face drains of color when he takes in my murderous expression. You wanna fucking go, asshole? I’ll take you behind the restaurant and beat the shit outta you.
Veins stand up in my arms as I clench and unclench my fists, causing Owen to squirm in his chair, his eyes dropping to the table. That’s what I fucking thought.
I squeeze Lexi’s leg, causing her to look away from Owen.
Her expression darkens, and a scowl forms on her perfect red lips. “Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” Lexi stands so quickly that my hand falls from her leg. She strides away before I can speak.
As she passes Owen, she gives him a flirty smile. Then she throws me a smug look over her shoulder, victory shining in her mocha eyes.
Oh, she’s gonna pay for that stunt.
Meeting Cynthia’s concerned eyes, I flash her the smile that never fails to charm adults. Putting my hand on hers, I pat it. “I’ll keep an eye on her. I need to use the restroom anyway.”
“I can always count on you, Evan.”
Nodding, I get to my feet, on a mission. Along the way, I make a quick pitstop.
Stopping behind Owen’s chair, I put my hand on his shoulder, squeezing hard to make my warning clear. “Hey, Owen. Good to see you.”
Owen winces, his blue eyes flashing to mine. He gives me a nod, indicating the fucker understands the message I’m sending. His voice is strained from my tight grip. “Good to see you, Evan.”
Satisfied he got the message, I stride away, hot on the heels of Lexi.
I spot her long chestnut locks as she talks to a waiter. He points her in the direction of the restroom, staring at her cleavage.
I’ll deal with that sonofabitch later.
Once Lexi disappears down the hallway, I hurry after her.
She pushes through the restroom door, turning around to shut it. I’m too quick, plowing through it, pushing her back. As it slams shut behind me, I lock it, focused on her.
Lexi gasps before unleashing her fury. “What the hell are?—”
That’s all she gets out before my hand wraps around her neck, backing her against the wall. “Did you think you could taunt me and get away with it, Lexi? Do you foolishly believe you won’t suffer any repercussions despite my warnings that you’d be punished if you misbehaved?”
She doesn’t answer.
Her body trembling like a leaf is the only response I need anyway.
My hand slides to the hem of her dress. Kicking her legs apart, my fingers dip beneath the silky material, moving to her pussy. The dampness in her panties makes me grin. “You make me fucking crazy.” The feral feelings whirling inside me are splintering me apart. “I’m gonna return the favor.”
Sliding her panties to the side, I run my index finger over her clit before rubbing it in circles. She presses her lips tightly together, but not before a strangled moan falls from them.
Giving her a cocky smile, I sink another finger deep inside her soaked pussy. She whimpers, her wide eyes locked on mine. I can see her pulse beating against her neck, giving me an idea. I begin fingering her to the beat of her rapid pulse, moaning when she floods my fingers with more wetness.
“Don’t fucking tell me you don’t like that. Your pussy is fucking dripping.”
“Evan, please.”
“Please, what? Finger you faster?” I slide another finger inside her, cursing at how tight she is. “Goddamn, Lexi, this pussy is fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel it strangling my cock.”
Her cheeks flame scarlet as her eyes skip away, remaining stubbornly silent.
“When’s the last time you’ve been fucked, bellissima?” I finger her faster, enjoying the hell out of her trying not to react to my touch.
Her jaw clenches as she defiantly stares at me, saying nothing.
“Answer me, Lexi.” I squeeze her neck harder, not cutting off her air entirely but letting her know I’m serious.
Fear is in her eyes as she swallows hard. “Over a year ago.”
I hate hearing she was with anyone else, but I need to know more. “Was he your first?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I shove my fingers deep inside her. “He didn’t make you feel like this, did he?”
A moan of pleasure escapes her, and I loosen my hand on her neck, feeding on the sound. I want her to know who the fuck owns her. Me.
“Answer my question, bellissima, or I’ll stop.”
She shakes her head. “N-No. Not like you.” Her cheeks flame from embarrassment before she whimpers, her hand wrapping around my wrist. “Evan, please.”
With a smug grin, I slide my fingers out of her decadent pussy. She scowls, a line forming in the center of her forehead.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you.” She watches me with a hungry look on her face as I shove the fingers that were inside her into my mouth.
My dick strains against the trousers I changed into when I left her bedroom earlier. The way her pouty lips part makes me wanna shove my cock between them so fucking bad.
Her breathing accelerates, her tits swelling against the bodice of her dress as she watches me suck my fingers. I want to do so much to her, but not here. Especially since she has been such a fucking naughty girl.
Releasing her neck, I grab her hand, pulling her to the mirrors above the sink. “Eyes on your reflection.”
With Lexi’s ass pressed against my throbbing cock, my hand wraps around her throat as my other hand goes back to that familiar spot between her legs. I plunge two fingers inside her, my thumb circling her clit. “Watch me finger your pretty pussy.” My lips move to the shell of her ear, feeling her shiver beneath me. “I know you want it, bellissima. Don’t be shy. Take the pleasure I’m giving you. Own it.”
She moans as I slide my fingers in and out of her, slow and deep, then hard and fast. My thumb is still circling her clit, carefully watching her reflection.
I grin as she begins riding my hand, awe on her face as she watches her reflection in the mirror. The flames burning in her eyes as she surrenders to the pleasure is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, second only to her.
“That’s it, bellissima. Ride my fucking fingers.” I lick the lobe of her ear before sliding lower, nibbling on her neck. “So fucking wet for me.” A low growl rumbles through my chest. “I only wish it were my tongue you were riding.”
She gasps at my words before her loud moan fills the room.
When she sees my satisfied smile, her expression changes. “Evan, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Shhhh. Stop worrying about what we should and shouldn’t do. Focus on how good I’m making you feel.” I inhale her honeysuckle scent mixing with the sounds her soaked pussy makes. I’m drowning in her.
No, dammit. Focus on the mission.
As pissed as I am at her, the feel of her tight pussy clamping my fingers like a vice, and her bright eyes that are full of wonder, almost make me rethink what I’m about to do.
But she asked for it with her insolence.
Tightening my grip on her throat, my fingers pump in and out of her, my thumb circling her clit harder and faster. She bucks her hips wildly against my hand, demanding more. Her tongue glides along her bottom lip while her chest heaves from her rapid breathing.
When her pussy squeezes my fingers, her legs shaking, I know she’s close to orgasm.
Yanking my fingers out of her, I smack her clit, making her jolt. She moans, her panicked eyes moving from her reflection to mine.
“Don’t ever fucking pull a stunt like that again, Alexis. Once I’m done rearranging the waiter's face that was gaping at you, I’m gonna have his ass fired. I’ve already given Owen a warning.”
Her mouth drops open as she stares at my reflection in the mirror.
Sneering at her, I snap, “You don’t deserve to come.” I spin around, calmly striding to the door and unlocking it.
“You’re just gonna leave me like this?” Her voice is a plaintive wail, making me turn around. Her mocha eyes are a mixture of frustration and disbelief.
“Looks like it.”
Opening the door, I step outside, whistling as the door slams behind me.
Leaning my head against the wall, I close my eyes, trying to control the uncontrollable emotions swirling through my body. I’m not leaving until she locks the door.
When I hear the click, my eyes pop open. Shoving my fingers inside my mouth, I close my eyes, groaning aloud from her taste.
I may need to go to the bathroom and jerk off to the image of Lexi riding my fingers. That image will live rent-free inside my head during dinner.