Chapter Six
LEONA
Iwant to resist his command. I want to tell him no, again.
But more than the feel of his breath on my skin, his soft words send a shiver of desire through me.
The fact that he opens himself to me, even a little, sends something almost like fear through me.
In that moment, I have no doubt in my mind that he means what he says.
The worst part is, I like it. I like knowing he was forced to change tack for me, but that he still wants me to do his bidding.
He turns and walks away, and this time I follow him back to the bottom of the stairs and I swallow hard when he starts to climb them.
Still, I follow, and it occurs to me that not once has Zander looked back to see if I’m behind him.
He’s so confident it is pure arrogance. It should be irritating. It kind of is, but fuck me is it hot.
He reaches the top of the stairs and opens a door. He steps into the room and while he is out of sight for a second, the spell disappears, and I start to wonder if I should just go back down to the party. I don’t though. I follow him into the room.
When I see the room Zander has brought me to, I am half-relieved and half-disappointed that it is another lounge and not his bedroom.
I think the disappointment must show on my face because Zander smirks at me, his amusement clear to see.
I feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but I don’t say anything.
My mouth has gone dry, and I don’t think I would be able to speak even if I wanted to.
I don’t know how it happens, but in one sleek movement, Zander manages to close the door to the lounge and press me up against it. He has my arms above my head, and both of my wrists in one of his hands.
“What the fuck?” I say. “Let go of me.”
I try to pull my hands away, but Zander is too strong for me. He laughs softly. He’s so close I feel his breath on my face and then I feel a rough warmth as he runs his tongue over my lips.
There is no denying my body wants Zander.
An ache builds between my legs and I feel as though he must be able to sense my arousal.
My nipples are rock hard and my whole body craves his touch.
In my mind though, I know this isn’t right.
I tell myself I don’t want to do this. I can’t afford to get involved with anyone on what is day one of my new college life.
I turn my head to the side to avoid Zander’s licking and he smirks and follows my mouth with his own. The moment Zander clamps his lips around mine, I bite down on his lower lip without thinking. He pulls away and I’m afraid that he is going to hurt me, but instead, he smiles.
“You shouldn’t have done that Leona,” he says, and a shiver of need runs down my spine at the way my name sounds on his tongue. “It turns me on when you fight me.”
He leans down to kiss me again, harder, raw and demanding.
I’m unable to hold back a gasp of pain when this time he bites down on my lip, drawing a small bead of blood.
For a second he just stares at me, and with a satisfied smile he licks the blood down.
It shouldn’t make me almost moan, but it does.
I’m so aroused it’s embarrassing and I’m confused as hell.
His hand goes beneath my dress, up between my thighs.
“No,” I say.
His fingers graze over my panties, lightly tickling my lips through them. My body betrays me, my juices soaking my panties at his touch. He smiles his humorless smile again. It’s a wolfish smile, like he already knows he’s about to swallow me whole.
“Your head might be saying no, but your body is saying yes — and it’s your body I’m interested in,” Zander says. “I want to use you as my own personal fuck toy. What do you say kitten, can I use you?”
A thrill of fear goes through me, but it’s laced with desire. The primal need to be possessed by another awakens inside me. I want this so badly it hurts.
“No,” I say again, refusing to be a slave to his desires or indeed my own.
He looks me in the eye as he pushes my panties to one side and slips two of his fingers into my pussy. His thumb finds my clit.
“I can’t hear you,” he says, his fingers teasing me.
I swallow, trying to ignore the effect his touch is having on me. I have to get away from him before the wolf eats me alive.
“Don’t,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t what?” he asks, his voice tinged with amusement.
I open my mouth to tell him no again, to tell him to get off me and leave me alone, but his fingers are moving in and out of me and his thumb circling around my clit. My pussy clenches, sending pleasure fizzing through me. A sensation I’ve never experienced before.
“Don’t what?” he says again, his mouth on my ear.
I lean into him, my forehead resting on his shoulder as pleasure bubbles through my body.
“Don’t stop,” I hear myself say.
He doesn’t. Another finger slips inside me, stretching me wider. The sting of being stretched makes me gasp, but at the same time it feels delicious; the pain mixing with the pleasure. His thumb keeps on working my clit side to side and it feels as though all the nerve endings there are on fire.
“Zander,” I moan as I rock my hips to force his fingers even deeper inside of me.
“That’s it,” he smirks, as if he knew exactly what I was doing.
I hear myself whimpering as the pleasure becomes almost too much for me, then my climax slams through my body. Heat rushes over my skin, and I press my face into the nape of his neck and gasp in a breath.
Finally, he pulls his hand away from me, leaving me reeling. He releases my wrists, but before I can do more than start to bring my arms down, he grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me off the door.
“Tell me Leona.” His voice drops to a dark whisper.
“Did I just finger your virgin cunt?”
My face turns red, and I wish the ground would swallow me whole. There is no way I’m going to explain to him why I haven’t slept with anyone. I quickly grab the door handle.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he growls.
He spins me around and slams me against the wall beside it. He presses himself tightly against me. I end up standing with my feet apart, facing away from the door, my hands on either side of my face.
I can feel Zander’s hard cock against my ass and he knows I can. He bucks his hips, pressing it more tightly against me. I want it. I want him. But I don’t know how I feel about wanting him like this.
Before I get a chance to speak or even to think, I feel the warmth of Zander’s breath on my neck and then his lips. He doesn’t just kiss my neck, he bites it, taking a bit of my flesh between his teeth and dragging it lightly before biting down hard enough to make me cry out.
He moans when I whimper in pain. Then he releases the flesh of my neck, and I feel the pressure of his body leaving mine. The door opens and then slams closed and I’m left alone, the only proof that Zander was ever there is the smell of his cologne and the ache throbbing between my legs.
I push myself off the wall and stand for a moment, my legs shaking. It’s strange to feel so mixed up; both sated and horny at the same time. It is disconcerting. How he enjoys my pain nearly as much as I enjoy him giving it to me — and I loved every second of it. I shake my head and then I leave.
When I imagined my first day here, I played out a million and one different scenarios in my head, but this was never one of them. Not even in my wildest dreams or worst nightmares did I imagine this.
On the way back down the stairs I spot Erin laughing with Shawn and a few other people.
I start towards her, but my mind is so messed up I can’t pretend as if everything is normal, and I don’t want to be the weirdo that freaks out at her first university party, so I change direction and leave the house.
It’s cold outside and the cold soon blasts away any tipsy feeling I had.
It’s not far to the house and I figure the walk might give me time to sort my head out.
I clear the block and turn the corner. Then, I can no longer see Valens House.
I decide this is a good thing. I’m just going to put all of this down to experience and stay the hell away from that place and from Zander Morrell.
I tell myself that what happened isn’t a big deal.
I wanted him. I know I did. So why does my head feel so messed up about it?
It’s almost like a rite of passage. How can I say I didn’t want him when I got wet at his touch and wanted more?
Was I really afraid of him, or of myself and the burning desire to surrender completely to him?
How can I say I didn’t want it when I’ve fantasized for years about being possessed by a man strong enough to assert his will over mine?
I’m deep in thought when a car pulls up beside me and I feel a moment of fear. Who the hell is it and what can they want with me? I peer inside and see Zander. I feel both relieved and nervous when I recognize him. His passenger side window slides down.
“Get in the car Leona,” he says.
“No,” I reply.
“Get in the car Leona,” he says again, the irritation in his voice clear to hear.
“Or what?” I demand.
“Or I will get out and make you,” he says. “Keep pushing me and I’ll stop asking nicely.”
Something in his voice tells me he’s being deadly serious, and I really don’t want a scene, so I sigh and go to the car. I get in and slam the door.
“What do you want Zander?” I ask.
He pulls away. He is heading in the right direction for my house so there’s that at least.
“You left before I was finished with you,” he says.
“Huh?” I manage to blurt out.
“I went to get something special for you from my room and when I came back, you were gone. You didn’t even bother to thank me for your orgasm. That’s very rude Leona, and I can’t tolerate rudeness,” he says. “You’ll have to make it up to me,” he adds.