Chapter 3 #3
His nostrils flared as he studied me and a warm, dizzying pool of sensations rushed from the base of my neck straight to my aching pussy.
A huge part of me wanted this man, wanted to engage in the kind of passion I’d only read about.
He was dark and mysterious, a bad boy wrapped up in expensive clothes, but indulging in some twisted fantasy wasn’t a part of the plan.
“There’s something you should know about me, Dahlia.
I’m a fair man to all my employees. There is little I won’t do in order to provide a quality working atmosphere.
However, I require certain behavior in order to remain in my good graces.
One is respect. I deserve that. The second, and perhaps even more important requirement is honesty.
To that end, if I find out you’re lying to me, the punishment you received today will fade quickly from your memory, replaced by another that will burn in your mind for many months to come. Do we have an understanding?”
My throat remained tight, my heart racing to the point I was uncertain I could speak without squawking. “Absolutely.”
He tipped his head, taking a deep breath and holding it for a few seconds.
When he exhaled, the scent of scotch laced with peppermint massaged my senses.
As he drove his fingers into my hair, twisting as he fisted them around my long locks, I tensed, pushing my palms against him.
His eyes pierced mine as he lowered his head, claiming my mouth.
I was shocked, not expecting the explosion of passion erupting between us or the way my nipples hardened more than they’d been before. The feel of his hard, throbbing cock as he pressed it against my belly was equally as dazzling, my mind reeling from filthy thoughts and torrid images.
As he pushed his tongue past my pursed lips, I was dragged back to reality, slamming my fists against his chest.
Seconds later, he broke the kiss, but only enough to allow him to brush his lips from my mouth to my jaw. He bit down once before moving to my earlobe. I hissed, squirming in his hold until he whispered in my ear.
“You will follow every order I issue, no matter what I ask.”
There was no reason his words were more chilling than any he’d said before, but I could swear the man had peeled away the layers of my lie, exposing the vulnerable woman inside. I pushed against his massive chest again, but there was no getting out of his invasive hold.
I was his for whatever duration he deemed or at least until I could reach my things.
I had the distinct feeling he was purposely keeping me away from my corset.
I’d come here to seduce him, but only to the point of getting as close as I needed to be.
What I’d endured I hadn’t anticipated, but I ached, my pussy wet.
My God. Did I enjoy what had just happened?
After he nipped my earlobe, darting his tongue into the shell of my ear, I was no longer certain who was seducing who.
The guttural sound he made as he rubbed his lips across my check was enough to create a rumble of fire deep inside, erasing the coldness I’d felt for so long.
He seemed to sense my resolve was crumbling, easing his arm around me and cupping my bruised bottom.
When he lifted me off the floor, I clawed at his shirt, but it was no use. He had me in his clutches.
For now.
He moved with ease toward the couch, settling down and forcing me to straddle him. I stole a quick glance toward my corset, cringing since it was still out of reach. If he noticed my distraction, he didn’t react. I continued to push against him, my breathing as ragged as my heartbeat.
“Now, you’re going to fuck me. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asked. The audacity of the man was outrageous. He certainly had a high opinion of himself. Did he really believe that women found this attractive?
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Perhaps I am, but I’m a keen observer and from the way you were looking at me from that cage, I sensed what you were after.”
I bristled, fighting to control the two nervous actions that had always given me away: the slight tic appearing in the corner of my mouth and my fingers involuntarily twisting a portion of my hair into a ringlet.
As my mouth twitched, I knew I’d failed on one attempt. He seemed drawn to the slight movement, his eyes twinkling in another round of amusement. “Unfasten my belt and trousers.”
“Fuck you.” The two little caustic words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. My next wretched reward for misbehaving him was the feel of his hand clenched around my throat.
He leaned forward with a tsking sound. “While that’s exactly what I have in mind, I suggest you remember what I told you about respect. I won’t tell you that again. If you continue to disobey me, there could be additional consequences that you won’t enjoy.”
If he was trying to scare me, I hated to admit that he had. His persona was much darker than I’d anticipated, his way of handling control without reproach. He said nothing else, just cocked his head, unblinking as he waited for my submission.
I’d called my mission a Vow of Seduction, but I’d never fully embraced the fact I’d be forced to endure being manhandled or… complying. This was bad. Very, very bad. But there was no other choice. I’d likely never have a second chance.
Alexander’s hold was firm. He brushed his thumb across my chin, shifting his arm just enough that he was able to rub his finger from one side of my mouth to the other.
The bulge between his legs was so thick, the material of his expensive trousers was shoved against my pussy lips. While I was mortified at my wetness, at least I’d have the satisfaction of knowing he’d wear a stain as he was…
I almost laughed. I wasn’t planning on the man walking out of here.
That gave me a level of comfort as well as a boost of strength.
As I started to rise onto my knees, his hold remained.
I glared at him with all the hatred Dahlia could manage, even though Cassie wasn’t certain she could continue with the charade.
But the quicker I finished, the sooner I could get home, removing the ridiculous costume and soaking in a hot bath.
I had plans to indulge in wine and the latest book from my favorite filthy author.
Even though I tried to hold onto some level of normalcy, my organized thoughts were crumbling rapidly.
I’d already felt dirty even before entering the room made for pure sin and sadism.
I continued to act haughty when the nausea remained, keeping my glare and pretending I couldn’t reach his buckle.
Very slowly he released his hold, exhaling before using the same hand to cup my breast. While I was prepared to flinch from his touch, the warmth of his fingers and the sensations tingled every nerve ending.
I glanced down, biting my tongue from the sight of my fully erect nipples.
They were swollen, the tips the deepest shade of rose I’d ever seen.
It had been so long since I’d been touched by a man that when he swirled the tip of his index finger around one, I dragged my tongue across my lips.
His smile indicated he was watching everything I did, proving his earlier observation. I bit back a whimper, my fingers suddenly ice cold, fumbling to unfasten his belt. I felt ridiculous that after two full minutes, I’d been unable to handle the simple task.
“Do I make you nervous, Dahlia?” he asked, his gruff tone keeping the tremors in my hands.
“Are you trying to?”
He laughed then pinched my nipple with enough force there was no possibility of keeping a moan from escaping.
I was thrown by how the slight anguish quickly morphed into a powerful wave of pleasure.
“There’s no need for you to be nervous at this point.
I have no intention of providing more pain that you can handle. However, there’s always the future.”
I wasn’t certain if he was issuing a threat or a promise of what he longed to do to my body. Whatever the case, neither was going to happen.
A dead man couldn’t fuck.
I snickered inwardly at the thought, concentrating enough to finally yank the belt free, moving quickly to his button and zipper.
He cupped both breasts as I finished my chore, kneading my aching flesh between his long fingers. “You’re wet. You’re enjoying this.”
“Not in the least,” I lied but as I peeled away the thick material, exposing his swollen cock, my mouth watered all over again.
How could this repulsive man entice me in the least?
I could only think that taking so long to plan my mission had brought me too far into his world, making a powerful, merciless man seem almost human.
But I knew better.
He was a killer, a man without a conscience.
As if to prove me wrong, he crawled his hand down my stomach, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb across my clit. I’d dreamt of him touching me out of desire. This was all about control.
I bit my lip, fighting tears threatening to form. I couldn’t break from my role. If I did, there was no way I could go through with this. He used the perfect amount of pressure and within seconds my tiny nub was extra sensitive, already swelling from his touch.
“Yes, very wet. Don’t deny the hunger you feel. There’s no reason to continue lying to me.”
Swallowing hard, I endured what he was doing to me, closing my eyes as I tried to ignore the building sensations, but when he slipped two fingers past my swollen folds, I fell forward as a jolt of electricity shot through me.
I rose onto my knees, my body betraying me by giving the horrible man permission.
“Oh. Oh…”
“That’s it. Enjoy the moment,” he breathed, his hot breath cascading across my skin no longer repulsive.