47. Alexis
CHAPTER 47
Alexis
S omething heavy pins my body whenever I try to move. My hand touches a rock, and my lashes flutter, confusion rolling through me. What the hell? Am I sleeping outside?
My eyes snap open, and horror fills me as I look over at Evan’s sleeping frame. We’re intertwined like a vine, which explains why I’m burning up. The man is like a furnace.
I lift my head from the silky pillow, my gaze moving from Evan’s hotter-than-hell body, clad only in a pair of black boxers, to the unfamiliar space around me. Oh my God. I’m in his bed.
My head pounds from the headache plaguing me but also the blank space inside my head where last night’s memories should be. What the hell happened?
I shift my weight, trying to extract myself from Evan, but his deep, raspy voice washes over me. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I still, my gaze moving to his face. His eyes are still closed, and his expression is relaxed. He appears to be asleep, but clearly he’s not.
Long lashes part, revealing charcoal eyes. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Good morning, bellissima.”
I hate that those words sound even sexier in the morning. And I hate that I want to experience this every single morning.
Wait. Did we have sex last night?
“No, we didn’t fuck, bellissima. Wipe that terrified look from your face.” His arms band around me, pulling me to his chest. “I saved that for this morning since you were intoxicated last night.”
My hands push against his rock-hard chest. “I wasn’t drunk. And we aren’t fucking this morning. Or ever again.”
The disbelieving laugh that escapes him makes me want to punch him. He’s infuriating as hell.
“I’m serious, Evan. We aren’t?—”
He rolls me over, pinning me beneath the weight of his body. His lips slam over mine, shutting me up.
I instantly respond to his kiss and touch, melting against his body. My arms go around his neck, clinging to him.
As his lips lower to my neck, he whispers, “We aren’t gonna fuck, huh, bellissima?” His nose lightly trails over my skin, goosebumps exploding in the wake of his touch. “You’re a little liar. You’re so damn responsive to me.”
Little liar. The man wearing the Ghostface mask called me that in the woods.
How could it be Evan? The first time Ghostface chased me, he was with Trent in the coffee shop, and the second time, he was in his office, grading papers.
“Jesus.” The breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding is expelled, and my gaze moves over my traitorous body. It’s then I realize I’m only wearing my bra and panties. “Did you undress me?”
His smiles before his shifts, his lips gliding over my throat and to my exposed cleavage. “Yes. I wouldn’t let you sleep in my bed wearing punch-stained clothing. Plus, as much skin as you were showing, what you’re wearing now is?—”
“I wasn’t showing that much skin. And why am I in your bed?” My brows draw in. “I thought you didn’t allow women in your bedroom, let alone your bed?”
“Women, Lexi. You aren’t in that category.” His teeth clamp over my hard nipple through the lace of my bra, making me whimper. “You’re my woman.”
My conversation with Professor Huntley races through my head, casting doubt.
But it disappears when he shifts his weight, rubbing his hard cock against my panty-clad pussy. I moan, my nails digging into his back, marking him. “What’s wrong?”
It’s wrong. So fucking wrong. But I want to be his. “I’m fine.”
“Lexi,” His hands slide beneath my back, unhooking my bra. He pulls it away, freeing my breasts before tossing it on the floor. He stares at my chest, and with a groan, his mouth covers my nipple. He sucks it until I whimper and then releases it. “Tell me.”
“Huntley put doubts inside my head. I don’t want to believe him. But his comment about all the other women…” I suck in a breath, gathering my courage before exhaling. “Have you ever been this observant with the others?”
He grins, his fingers digging into my hips. “You already know the answer, but I’ll say it anyway. No. Only with you, Lexi. I’ve already told you that you’re my woman. That makes you different.” He tugs on my panties, and I instinctively arch, wanting them off me just as much as he does. “Special.”
“Have you ever had a special someone before?”
His face clouds. “No, I haven’t. I figured they were like my mom and would eventually disappoint me, so I didn’t bother.”
“What makes me different?”
He grins. “Everything. You’re strong, relentless, and mouthy as hell. Even if you delude yourself and lie to me.” He gives me a shit-eating grin, his voice a high-pitched falsetto as he imitates me. “ We aren’t fucking this morning. Or ever again.” He yanks my panties to my ankles, tossing them over his shoulder.
“I don’t sound like that.”
“Perfect imitation. Stop deluding yourself about your feelings for me.”
I squirm, hating that whatever is about to come from his mouth will be the truth, no matter how much I deny it. “I don’t,” I lie, knowing damn well I do.
“Laughable, little liar.” He trails kisses over my stomach, and I tug at his hair, trying to push him lower. I’m desperate for his tongue inside my pussy.
“Admit it.” He lifts his head so his gray irises burn into mine, lighting me on fire. “You’ve fallen as hard for me as I have you. You didn’t want to, but you did.”
When I don’t say anything, he continues his torment.
His tongue glides down my skin but stops before he gets to my clit. “You like it when I force you to do things. It keeps the delusion alive that you’re doing something against your will.” He blows on my skin, making me shiver.
“I’ve happily allowed it because that’s the only way I can have you. You worry too much about what society thinks. What our parents will think.”
“Well, society will ostracize us.”
“So what?”
“I like having friends, for one thing.”
“Do you think Sophia will abandon you if you’re with me? Or Bentley, who you bonded with at the party?”
“Well, no….”
“As for our parents… You despise my father. Rightly so, I might add. He’s paying for you to go to college, so that’s your only need for him.”
“Considering I’d like an education, that’s pretty important.”
“I’ve already paid for your tuition and fees for next semester and the next year.” He gives me a smug smile. “You don’t need my father’s money.”
My mouth hangs open as I stare at him. “W-What?”
“I have money, Lexi. Lots of it. I inherited a large sum from a trust my mom set up for me. My grandfather managed it until his death shortly after I turned eighteen. Before he died, he advised me how to manage it.”
“B-But you shouldn’t be spending it on me.” My body grows cold as my fears leak from my mouth. “I thought you believed I was a gold digger?”
“When I first met you, I did.” He takes a long, slow swipe through my slit to my clit. I moan, my body shaking from pleasure.
He smirks up at me, knowing damn well how he affects me. “You’ve proven otherwise. You have a credit card and unrestricted purchasing power, yet you barely use it. Every time you do, the guilt that lines your face is fucking cuter than hell.”
“Stalker. I’ve never used that card around you because you always pay—” My body jolts from his tongue as it swirls around my clit before he sucks hard, leaving me breathless.
When he releases my clit, he grins up at me, his lips shiny from my juices. “I’ll always take care of you, bellissima. Because you’re mine. ”