by Evelyn Vox
It was the kind of kissing that made time stop.
The kind of kissing that left a girl breathless.
We were Scarlett O’Hara kissing Rhett Butler in the parlor room. Rose and Jack on the bow of the Titanic. Allie jumping into Noah’s arms in The Notebook.
Oh, fuck. I was in so much trouble.
I wasn’t sure how long we kissed like that, but when he pulled back, we just stared at each other, dazed and mesmerized. Totally obsessed with what we found in each other’s eyes. Then Derek blinked, like he’d come out of a trance, and laughed. He laughed that sadistic laugh, pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back.
My legs stuck up in the air, knees bent back over my chest because my wrists were still bound to the bar. He fisted a hand in my hair and dragged me towards the end of the leather padding, so my head hung off the table.
“Romantic,” he chuckled. “I’ll show you romantic.”
He smacked my face, beckoning me to open my mouth. When I did, he shoved his cock all the way down my throat.
And I loved every inch of it.
Chapter Fourteen
DEREK
“Please, stop,” Alexandra gasped, near tears.
Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming. I’d lost track of how many times I’d made her come. I didn’t care that it was past midnight. I didn’t care that I’d be exhausted and probably late for work tomorrow. I wouldn’t stop until I got what I wanted. And what I wanted was for her to beg me to stop making her come.
Sometimes pleasure could be the worst kind of punishment.
“Stop, what?”
I pumped into her. I’d long since removed the leg spreader. Over the course of the night, we wound up on the black sofa I kept down here. The fabric of the cushions brushed against my shoulders as I spooned her against my chest. I had a finger crooked through the d-ring of her collar, keeping her neck where I wanted it— leaning back on my shoulder.
My other hand strummed her clit. Mercilessly. I kept the cuffs on her wrists, binding them together after I’d removed them from the bar. Time had worn us down from hardcore bondage to rough, endless fucking. We’d been at it for hours. Fucking, writhing on this sofa, non-stop.
“P-please, stop making me come.”
The beast rumbled with delight.
“But I thought you couldn’t wait, Alexandra?”
I didn’t stop pumping into her. Didn’t stop rubbing circles over her thoroughly used clit. Tonight, I’d taken her in every way, multiple times. I’d never had such a long fuck-fest of a night before. I’d never been with someone who kept me interested and wanting for so long. It was like our bodies were made for this. Made for each other.
We fit together perfectly.
She just whined, whimpering through her moans of pleasure.
“Just one more, Princess,” I murmured against her neck, biting back my own groans. “I want to feel you clenching down on me.”
“Derek!”
She shrieked my name as her hips bucked under my hands. Her hard, little clit quivered and throbbed as her walls clenched around my stiffness, triggering my own release. I’d been holding this one back, to keep my stamina up, getting close to the brink and stopping. Over and over. And now that it was here, the pleasure felt like a chasm, huge and terrifying as it pushed me over.
I fell. Down and down into that void of endless bliss.
I didn’t know what sounds I was making. All I knew was that I was yelling my pleasure right there with her. Then her head moved and her lips were on mine. I flipped her under me, never breaking our connection, and pumped inside her still. I cupped her face in my hands as we kissed.
I wanted to drink her in, to stay like this, forever.
I kissed her like that until our bodies stopped spasming, until we both needed to gasp for air. We’d fucked each other like addicts. The hours made me feel high. High on her. Every brush of her skin was electric. Every touch, every sigh, sent sparks and shimmers through our bodies. I wanted more of it. More of her. I showered her flushed faced with kisses. Covered every inch.
Because every inch belong to me, and I wanted to touch every part of her.
There was no part of her body that I didn’t know, intimately, and that I didn’t crave. She giggled, trying to peck me back, but failing. Alexandra seemed to collapse under the weight of her exhaustion. Her lovely eyes fluttered closed as she fought to stay awake.
I pulled out of her and undid her restraints so I could scoop her up in my arms. She sighed and placed her hands around my neck, trying to hold on as I lifted her up. Her head rested against my shoulder and by the time I laid her down in my bed upstairs, she’d fallen asleep. A small frown flittered across her face when I put her down. As if she knew, even in her slumber, that she’d been parted from me.
I got into bed next to her. Immediately, her hands found my chest and she pulled herself in close. As close as she could get. She wrapped a leg around mine and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Entwined. Warm. Sated.
For now.
So much for distance.
“Oh my god.”
Alexandra’s horrified voice woke me up. I cracked a bleary eye toward the clock. Seven AM. It was an hour earlier than I’d wanted to get up. I groaned, ready to demand answers when I saw the blood on her fingers.
I stopped breathing. My chest felt like it was going to collapse in on itself.
“Was last night…did I…?” I could barely get the words out. My whole body shook as I moved towards her, but she scooted out of my reach, confirming my worst fear. “Did I hurt you?”
I hurt her.
I was sure of it.
I hurt my Goddess.
Like, actually fucking hurt her, and not in a good, kinky way. Fuck. Fuck. The beast was a storm of pain and rage. And I riled against it, cursing it for making me this way, for giving me appetites that I couldn’t control. Seeing her flinch away from me was like a punch to the gut.
“No, no,” she said, but her eyes were still so full of shock and fear.
“What is it?” I tried to reach for her, but still she pulled away. “Let me help you. I’m sorry.”
“Stop looking at me like that!”
“I can’t believe I did this,” I said, shaking my head.
Panic swelled. The stress of it clawed up my neck and I pinched the bridge of my nose. I’d never hated myself. Never felt insecure before.
But this.
This is what self-loathing felt like. I was a monster and I didn’t deserve a Goddess like her.
“You didn’t hurt me, you drama queen,” Alexandra sighed, voice ringing with exasperation. “I got my period.”
“What?” I stared at her, not believing what I was hearing. Could it be true that I didn’t hurt her?
“My period. I got it. All over your sheets.”
Her face was bright red with embarrassment. I looked at her more closely. All those signs, her avoidance. She wasn’t just embarrassed—she was mortified. Ashamed just because of her period and nothing more. Relief washed over me. It was so sweet that I burst out laughing. Loud, uninhibited, teeth-bearing laughter.
“Glad to know it’s so hilarious,” she shouted, wrapping a sheet around herself and stomping her feet on the ground as she fled to the bathroom.
I calmed myself down, still grinning. She’d only gotten a small little spot on my sheets. Nothing that wouldn’t come out in the wash. And she’d called me the drama queen? I got out of bed.
“Alexandra,” I said, approaching the bathroom door.
The lock clicked as I got closer. My hand on the knob confirmed it.
“Don’t lock me out of my own bathroom.”
If she wasn’t already so upset, I’d have been a hell of a lot angrier.
“Just leave me alone!”
“I don’t care that you got your period,” I said to the door.
“It’s gross!”
“Nothing about your body is gross to me.”
“I can’t b
elieve this happened.”
She began sobbing. It wasn’t the good kind of sobbing, like when she sobbed through her pleasure. No, this sound was terrible. Sad. My gut wrenched and my chest tightened to hear it.
“Pads or tampons?” I asked, “Or both?”
She sniffled through the door. “What are you talking about? Do you have a secret stash somewhere in your bachelor pad?”
“No, Alexandra,” I said, more calmly than I felt. “I will go to the store and get them for you. So either you can tell me which ones to get or I’ll pick the first thing I see.”
The door swung open. Sea-green eyes blinked at me. She looked at me like I was a stranger.
“You are going to get me tampons?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“I never thought you of all people would be the kind of guy to—”
I cut her off with a kiss. I bit her lip, hard enough for her to squeal.
“I’m full of surprises, Princess.”
Alexandra was a little breathless when I pulled away. But she pulled herself together and told me what to get.
“Tampax,” she instructed, unable to get that look of shock off her gorgeous face. “The green ones.”
I stepped away to pull on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I caught her ogling me as I lifted my arms over my head. I chuckled, quietly, to myself. I fucking loved the way she was always drooling over me.
“Anything else?”
“Well, I didn’t really bring anything with me.”
“What?”
She shrugged, sheepish. “I just…left. I didn’t really think it through.”
“So you have no clothes.”
Her hair swayed as she shook her head. I stood up and advanced on her. Stalking closer and closer until she backed up against the wall. I let her feel the erection that now pressed against my thigh.
“You mean to tell me,” I said, low and menacing, “that you brought nothing but your lingerie?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. Her eyes looked straight up into mine. “I thought it’d please you.”
I growled and lowered my face to sniff that spot where her neck met her collarbone. That spot where her feminine scent was strong. Sex and Vanilla. Vanilla and sex. It might be the only thing about Alexandra that was still vanilla now that I’d claimed her.
Because that did please me.
It really fucking pleased me.
“Good girl,” I said into her neck, making her skin shiver with goosebumps. “Now stay put while I get you what you need.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I felt her eyes on me as I left the room. I took care of Aries before I left, losing myself in the routine tasks, allowing them to cool the lust searing my blood. I didn’t give a shit about buying her tampons. I didn’t really give a shit what people thought about me, in general. But I wasn’t so far gone that I wanted to walk around buying tampons with a massive erection.
So once the raging boner was quelled, I walked out the door and got in my truck. She waved to me through the window as I pulled out the driveway.
LEXIE
I’d rummaged through Derek’s drawers and threw on one of his undershirts and a pair of boxers. I had to roll the waist a few times before they stayed on, but it made do. I’d essentially shoved some toilet paper in my crotch to stop myself from bleeding everywhere.
God, I couldn’t believe this happened.
What the hell was wrong with me? What kind of a person just leaves the house with absolutely no clothes and nothing to take care of herself? This could have been easily avoided.
I couldn’t stop harping on it as I took Derek’s sheets and ran the stain under cold water before I put it in the wash. I watched the detergent fall onto the fabric and shook my head.
This only happened because I left the house without my birth control pills.
I could see them on my nightstand, sitting by the lamp in their green case. Right where I’d left them when I strutted out of my room, so single-mindedly focused on surprising Derek, that I’d failed to think like a normal, functioning human being. I usually skipped my period week, going from one pack to another.
But, when I missed a pill, that meant my period hit hard and it hit fast.
And I’d definitely missed my pill last night. I shivered as the memory of what we’d done replayed in my head.
At least I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. As long as I took my pill again when my period ended, I’d be fine.
Still, this all could have been prevented.
What was it about Derek that made me act like a stupid teenager? I hadn’t done anything this irresponsible since I was sixteen and thought giving my boyfriend road head was a great idea. His dented fender said otherwise.
After I started the wash, I rooted around Derek’s fridge. He didn’t have much, but it was enough. By the time he got back, the cheddar, red-pepper, and onion omelettes were done. He quirked a dark eyebrow at me, putting several bags on the counter and two cups of Starbucks coffee.
“Breakfast?” he said at the same time I moaned, “Coffee.”
The cardboard cup was warm in my hands as I looked through the bags. He’d gotten all the basics. Tampons, packs of cotton undies, a toothbrush, leggings, and a sports bra. Hell, Derek had even gotten me Motrin and, I did a double take—peanut butter chocolates. Who was this man?
“How did you know peanut butter is my favorite?” I squealed, hugging the bag of chocolate peanut butter cups.
“I may have noticed the stash you have in your apartment,” he admitted.
So that’s what he got up to when he left me on the couch to wait for Brian. He was snooping in my kitchen! I giggled and sipped my coffee as he eyed my choice of clothing.
“I have plenty of button down shirts you can wear. It should be fine for this weekend.”
He sat down at the table with his omelette. I looked at all the stuff and realized he had gotten me enough for a few days.
“Weekend? I figured I’d be back in Manhattan tonight,” I said as I leaned against the counter, savoring my coffee and the life it gave me. A light roast with extra cream. He’d even remembered how I took it.
Derek flashed a wicked grin at me.
“Oh, no, Princess. You’re here. You’re staying all weekend.”
“But I can’t have sex.”
He laughed. “Who says we can’t have sex.”
“Ew, I do,” I squealed.
“A little blood doesn’t bother me,” he said, biting with relish into a red pepper. He waggled his eye brows at me and I almost rolled my eyes.
Almost.
“Well, it bothers me,” I informed him.
“Suit yourself. That just means we need to get creative.”
“Creative?”
That dark, evil grin plastered his face again.
“Last I checked, you still have two hands, one mouth, and the most fuckable ass I’ve ever seen.”
I sputtered into my cup of coffee, spilling a bit down my chin. Derek certainly didn’t mince words. Arousal began to stab at me.
“You can use my computer for your class work,” he said, “so you have no excuse not to stay. Unless, of course, the husband decides to whine about it.”
“I doubt it,” I said. “He’s having a lot of fun at Club Midnight. He’s probably thrilled I’ll be out of the house.”
Derek’s fork stopped midway to his mouth. He put it down and leveled a frank, hard stare at me.
“Are you okay with that? Do I need to talk to him?”
“No, no,” I waved a hand in front of me, “it’s fine. If I’m here this weekend, it’s only fair, right?”
“It’s only fair if you’re okay with it.”
“I am,” I said. “He and I don’t explore well together. Sexually, I mean. But when we make discoveries about ourselves and then share them, it brings us closer.”
“If you say so,” Derek shrugged.
“Th
at reminds me, I actually do have to tell you something.”
I sat down across from him at the table. He sipped his coffee, his expression wary. He was silent as he waited for me to start.
“I shouldn’t have told you any of that, actually. Brian asked me not to talk about our marriage with you. Not that you and I really do, anyways, but I agreed. I think it’s a good boundary to have.”
I couldn’t read the look on his face. It wasn’t the usual anger or lust that glimmered in those gray eyes. No, I couldn’t quite place it, but I wasn’t sure I liked it.
He took another bite of his omelette. “Okay.”
“That’s it?”
He put his fork down and looked at me. “Should I have more to say, Alexandra?”
I wasn’t sure what I expected him to say. He’d always been so covetous and protective of the ways he shared me with Brian. Always had an opinion about the rules.
“No, you’re just not usually this cooperative.”
He laughed. “The last thing I want is to hear about your marriage. Trust me.”
“Good, cause you won’t be hearing anything else about it.”
“Good,” he said, getting up and putting his plate in the sink. He ran the water, washing it off before stashing it in the dishwasher. “As long as he’s not upsetting you, I won’t butt in.”
“No,” I said, getting up, grabbing my own plate and sliding my omelette onto it. I held it up by my chest as I began to eat, leaning against the counter across from Derek. “You won’t butt into it, ever. Even if he is upsetting me.”
His mouth thinned into a hard line. He didn’t say anything. Just shrugged, as if to say, Sure, tell yourself that.
“Derek.”
“I have to go to work,” he said, pinning me against the counter.
He took my plate and put it beside us. Those large, muscular arms trapped me against his broad chest. Derek’s mouth landed hard on mine. He kissed me until I forgot what I was just upset about, forgot my name even, as I entwined my hands around him. When he pulled back, I whined.
