CHAPTER 31
CHRISTIAN ‘VICIOUS’ VOLKOV.
The look on her face as I let her thighs off my shoulders steadying her trembling feet on the carpet tells me she’s never done this before.
She’s never squirted.
Which leads to the next question hounding my brain.
Did he not make you squirt? If you didn’t have sex with him then what happened between you and Demetri, Sunshine.
Her juices soak my suit, soak every bit of clothing on me but my eyes are on her.
Looking, searching for the truth, pounding her walls in so she can explain everything better and I would stop this madness.
Her eyes meet mine, glossy, greedy, lustful.
I hold eye contact, my height intimidates her, the whole situation should scream ‘I’m not stopping till she spills her guts out and tells me the bloody truth’ but this woman bites her bottom lip putting up a front that looks pathetic and ugly in my eyes.
She’s willing to do this for Demetri.
Everything for Demetri.
I won’t kiss those lying lips.
I won’t dish out sex to her like I’m her maddening in love Romeo.
This is about punishing her. For Demetri? For the lousy way I’m feeling? For the fact that despite the anger washing my insides like stinging bleach I’m a sucker for that pussy that tasted like nirvana.
That pussy that whimpered in my face, shaking for another lash of my tongue, begging to be fucked.
I’ll take her.
I’ll eat whatever she hands me and want more afterward.
I’ll push her little buttons today till she spills her guts.
I step away from her.
Swollen nipples, marks on her chest, everywhere I could find where that bastard possibly touched her, legs smeared with her juices, hair a mess, Alexia Green looks better than the Monalisa on the wall.
I’m no Leonardo Da Vinci, but a painting smeared in dark colors as the background to show her lies and her naked form hogging eighty percent of said painting would definitely sell far more than any paintings I’ve seen.
Her chest rises with an inhale and every time it does, her tits bounce up and down, her nipples calling out for my hands.
Calling for touch.
I unbutton my coat, proceeding to my shirt and all the while the horny little thing watches, fists slapping the wall at her sides, eyes drawing maps on my skin.
Unlucky for her, she doesn’t get to touch me.
Not with those lying hands she doesn’t.
By the time I discard my pants and briefs, my dick springs free, harder than I had ever been for a woman, impatient to sink inside her and pretend my anger is the only thing that’s pushing me to touch her.
To mark her.
To warn off any other man who thinks he can touch her.
“On the bed”, I command.
The Alexia Green I have tonight?
She’s submissive as hell.
Doesn’t put up any fights.
Doesn’t fight back.
Doesn’t sass around.
Doesn’t question that I’m taking her when I don’t have to.
Doesn’t question that I fully intend to sink into her for the rest of the night till my ego is humble enough to take the beating that she calls Demetri Dee and there’s something going on between them I have no idea about.
She walks to the bed.
I watch that ass and that mess of a hair that’s starting to dry out and feel my nerves race like a teen on meth.
Beautiful.
Gorgeous.
Too beyond pretty to explain her in one word.
That’s who she is.
That’s what I see when she lays back on the bed and opens up her legs like she’s serving me dinner and she’s proud of it.
I’ll eat that pussy for dinner, lunch, brunch, you name it. Because that’s how addictive it is.
Her core gleans, leaking for me, awaiting the monster that’s far worse than what she has faced before.
I scout to the floor, picking up my suit jacket and reaching in one of my pockets for her white panties.
The ones she left downstairs and I greedily took them despite the circumstances.
I don’t waste time breaching the distance between me and the bed, I don’t waste time climbing to the bed, climbing on top of her, settling myself between my thighs.
Her eyes are eager.
Her nose does this thing she does when she’s anxious, when she’s anticipating.
Sunshine clutches the drift before I can even take her hands and tie them together up her head.
She offers me her wrists.
I take her wrists; I stretch her damn panties and I cuff her wrists above her head.
I touch her. She doesn’t get to do that.
She’s wet enough.
She’s ready.
I position myself near her entrance that’s calling onto me the way a siren does to a lost sailor at sea.
I seal my fate.
I sink inside her landing home.
She squeaks beneath me; her legs hug the back of my thighs holding me still.
It takes a minute not to lose my mind at her inner walls that are gripping me like a vise, not letting me go.
She tries to yank free of her wrists but they are already locked in place.
For a moment, we stay like this.
Her holding me in with her tight pussy, me getting over conflicting emotions and telling myself to move.
I have to move.
I have to feel.
Her blue eyes gaze at me and twin with tears but she doesn’t shed any.
The woman’s look lingers at me before she closes her eyes and nods, her tits reaching out for my chest.
‘Start moving.’
‘Fuck me.’
She doesn’t have to say the words for me to understand them.
It’s written on her face; written in that mouth she won’t open to say anything.
To stop me.
I add another inch, the grip of her legs almost pokes my back but that’s not why I stop.
I stop when her cry pierces the air in half.
I stop when her tears finally fall from her eyes lining her cheeks.
I pull out.
“No. No. Please just…I’m fine. I’m fine”, her voice comes out like a whisper but I’m already taking her panties off her wrists taking it with me.
I’m already stepping away from her and the bed, picking my clothes up.
I’m already by the door ready to call this night over but her hand on my arm stops me.
“I’m fine. Let’s…I’m fine, okay?”
“Visible tears are on those cheeks, Alexia. How far will you go to protect Demetri from my wrath?”
Her eyes fall to my feet and that’s how I get my answer.
She’s willing to do anything for Demetri.
Completely and utterly anything.
“I’m doing this so…that you can stop being mad at me. I’m doing this for you.”
Liar.
“You want me to stop being mad at you?” I almost chuckle.
“You know what would make me feel better right now? If I didn’t search an hour for you and the child only to find you in the arms of Demetri scheming behind my back. What business do you have with Demetri?”
“I’m sorry.”
Which simplifies to, I can’t tell you.
“I thought so.”
I’m out of the room with a raging migraine and into the next room that at least holds some of my clothes.
Once I’m clad in a fine suit, my cell phone in hand, I head for the lift planning to hit some bar downtown to drown out everything that has transpired tonight.
The rain is pouring hard by the time my feet stand outside the hotel I built with Kai Davenport.
A valet brings my car around handing me an umbrella and requesting to walk me to my car, which I gladly refuse.
I snag the umbrella and I stop halfway on my way to the side of the driver’s door when my little nurse’s voice beckons from behind.
I stop just beside the driver’s side of my car, turning around to face the blonde who walks to me without an umbrella and with a dress that’s now sticking to her body in a way that aggravates me.
For a clever nurse, walking out in the rain seems dumb and reckless.
I push the umbrella to her side, the raindrops assaulting me in the process.
“Can we talk? J-Just for a moment?”
Thunder growls from above, wind breaks out from all directions littering her skin with goosebumps.
“Go back inside. Right now, Alexia.”
“I didn’t…didn’t-.”
“Go. Back. Inside!”
She’s trembling for God’s sake. Because of my words? Because of the cold?
I don’t give a damn right now because her health is the topmost priority right now.
It’s in the middle of her trembling, her teeth rattling together, her health concerning the hell out of me that I fail to do the one thing Vitello Volkov does every single time.
I don’t pay attention to my surroundings.
By the time the black speeding vehicle comes from behind me, Alexia Green shields me with her body.
Two shots are fired.
The screeching sound of a car escaping the premises rings loud in my ears.
Sunshine smiles at me, her limp body falling on me before I feel liquid, thick, red rushing down her dress.
Tainting my hands.
Tainting her dress.
Tainting the ground beneath us.
Running down her lips.
“S-she’s been shot!” I shout.
It feels like déjà vu again.