Chapter 10 #2
God, he was so beautiful when he smiled. It took up his whole face, showing off two deep dimples and a slightly chipped front tooth that I was sure had a unique story. The small imperfection only made him more perfect in my eyes.
I cupped both cheeks with my hands, determined to hold onto that sight for as long as possible.
“Good,” he said, kissing the palm of one of my hands. “Because I’m more than a freak for you. I’m fucking feral.”
My knees trembled. Did he really mean that?
No, surely not.
I wasn’t blind. I knew I was fairly pretty, especially when I took the time to do my hair and a little makeup.
But while I could admit that I was fairly attractive, that didn’t mean I thought I was in league with Alek.
He was sex on legs, the most attractive human I could ever imagine. He was beyond a storybook character.
He was a god.
“Y-you are?”
“Yes.”
It was shocking how his voice could be so cold yet so warm at the same time. I blushed again, but I still managed to hold his gaze as I said, “You could find out, you know? How much of a freak I am, I mean.”
Alek sucked in a sharp breath, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “Fuck, Eva. You’re playing a dangerous game right now.”
“Maybe I like dangerous.”
I honestly wasn’t sure, but whatever it was I was doing with Alek, it was clear that I more than liked it based on the reaction in my body.
My panties were slowly soaking with every depraved thought my mind conjured, and my heart skipped so many beats that I worried I was going to go to the hospital.
There was a strange feeling building inside of me, a shift of something I’d never felt before, a heat that flooded my veins. I squirmed to try and ease some of it, but Alek merely pulled me closer, his body pushing against me and making it worse.
It was like a string had been coiled inside of me, something tight and awkward yet eased only by him. Every inch of me felt right and wrong at the same time.
Despite some of my… naivety, I wasn’t completely innocent.
I’d watched porn a handful of times, and I’d tried the vibrator Mia gifted me for my twenty-first birthday once before deciding that the size of that thing was terrifying.
My hands occasionally ventured to that part of my body whenever I was in the shower.
But honestly, I’d never really felt turned on before. I’d never had a reason to.
Now, though, I was beyond turned on. I was craving him.
“Eva…” Alek began.
“Maybe I like it—” I stepped forward and ran my hands along the nape of his neck, fingers brushing against the edges of his tattoos. “—when it’s with you.”
And then I pulled his large, tense body to me and ran my hands along his shoulders before gripping the back of his neck and bringing his lips down to mine.
He was so tall that even on pointe shoes, I had to stretch to reach him, my toes beginning to feel that familiar burn I got whenever I went up on relevé. But any pain was worth it to taste him again, to smell his expensive musk invading my nostrils while his muscles flexed beneath my touch.
Alek wasted no time taking control of our kiss, wrapping one arm around me before taking control of our kiss, his tongue dominating and caressing mine until all I could do was relax into his hold and let him lead me into darkness. My breath whooshed out of my lungs until all I could inhale was him.
More. More. More, something inside of me yearned.
Alek seemed to know what I wanted, his hands traveling down my body until they landed on my ass, picking me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my fingers tangled into his hair.
I felt myself sinking into him, my nerves relaxing more the longer we were back together.
Things between us came naturally, and though a voice in the back of my head insisted that this was probably considered too quick and that Jules would be furious, I couldn’t bring myself to care, too drunk off the electrifying feeling in the air, the same one that settled in between my legs.
He pressed himself perfectly against my lower body, eliciting a breathy gasp that I had never made before. I couldn't help but arch into him, my hips seeking the contact again. He eagerly complied, thrusting into me, his strong body still managing to hold me steady.
Alek’s lips chose that moment to break their contact, trailing themselves down my neck until they reached a sensitive spot that had sparks traveling up and down my body, the place where my neck met my collarbone. I moaned when he bit down on it, the pain making my head dizzy.
Was I crazy?
“You have a birthmark here,” Alek mumbled in between kisses. "It's so light I hardly noticed it at first. Where else do you have birthmarks, solnyshka?"
“I guess you’ll have to find out.”
Did that just come out of me?
Oh God. It did. And I somehow found myself wanting to say a lot more to him. It was like the lust-filled haze he put me in brought out something I didn't know existed. Someone alluring and brave, someone completely focused on him.
Alek smiled against my neck. “I will.”
His breath was warm against my skin. His hands kneaded my ass while I ground into him, my body still wanting more. The theater felt impossibly large and impossibly small all at once, the vast darkness around us pressing in as if reminding us that we were alone.
“God, I can’t wait to see you up here.”
“You’re going to come to the show?”
He pulled away, brows furrowing. “Of course, I am. This theater is mine. The dancers are mine. You are mine now, Evangeline. Do you not want me to?”
“Yes!” I said far too quickly before blushing. “I just wasn’t sure if you wanted to watch ballet or not. I know some people can find it boring and I—”
But Alek cut me off with a soft kiss. “In all honesty, I don’t want to watch the ballet. I want to watch you.”
“Why don’t you come for a private performance then?”
As soon as the words left my lips, I realized I’d said something very wrong. Or perhaps very right…
Alek’s hands tightened on my body, and I felt something hard form between us, pushing into the tender part of me that was begging for more.
Oh, I thought, eyes widening when I realized what it was. Oh.
I always thought porn stars had unrealistic cocks, that they were exaggerated, maybe even prosthetics.
I was clearly very wrong.
Alek’s eyes darkened into twin pits of nights. When he spoke, his voice was gravelly, the sound of it sending bursts of heat to my core. “A private performance?”
The words settled low in my stomach, heavy and electric. “Yeah,” I said softly. “No other dancers. No audience. Just you and me.”
My fingers curled reflexively in his hair, the urge to move—to do something—buzzing through my veins. I felt hyperaware of my body, of the thin fabric clinging to me, of the ache still lingering in my muscles from dancing so hard I’d nearly split myself open with want.
Alek tilted his head. “And what would you perform?”
“What would you like to see?”
His smile was slow. Possessive.
“Everything.”
My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could hear it. And I realized—terrified and thrilled in equal measure—that I wanted to show him everything. That I wanted to be cool and daring and sexy for him. That I wanted to bear the parts of me no one else had ever seen.
I disentangled myself from his embrace and stepped back.
Keeping my eyes on him, I raised my shaking fingers to the hem of my skirt and slid it down my legs, undoing my pointe shoes as I bent over.
A tank top and pantyhose were hardly the most desirable of outfits, but Alek drank me in like I was made of golden nectar.
It gave me the courage to slowly slide down my pantyhose until I was standing in just my top and my lacy pink underwear with a little bow on the front.
I bit my lip, insecurities already beginning to rise.
What if I looked too childish in front of him?
Surely the girls Alek was normally with looked much more womanly.
And while I liked my cutesy lingerie—always with pink, lace, bows, ruffles, or a combination of them together—I was suddenly feeling far, far out of my league.
“Stop,” Alek whispered, his pupils blown wide. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
“I am?”
He nodded slowly, throat bobbing as if he wanted to say more before he rasped, “Very, Evangeline.”
My right hand traveled along my inner thigh until I reached my core. God, I was practically dripping. The fabric was soaked, the smell of lust permeating the air around me.
Alek looked like he wanted to eat me alive, his whole body twitching as if he had to hold himself back from devouring me.
Part of me wanted him to, but another part of me wanted to perform for him.
I wanted to feel his eyes pressing against the curves of my body while I took pleasure from his longing gaze.
“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered, because while I’d somewhat touched myself before, I somehow knew that those times—the times in the shower where my hands explored before I got scared and hurriedly got out—were different.
“Has your cunt never been touched, solnyshka?”
I shook my head. “Not really. Teach me how.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. He looked like a bomb about to detonate, like he wanted me so badly, he was about to explode. “Touch yourself. Feel how wet you are.”
Slipping my panties to the side, I dipped a finger into the wetness before slowly dragging it out. Alek let out a shuddering breath, seeming to have a war with himself before he hardened his gaze, gaining control while the passion simmered.
“Now stick your finger inside. Slowly.”
I did as he ordered. I plunged a finger inside and moaned loudly, throwing my head back at the sensation. Nothing I’d ever done before had felt half as good as this, as the slow stroke I made while I pretended it was Alek’s fingers inside of me instead of mine.