CHAPTER 64
ALEXIA PALLIS.
This isn’t a tap-out situation.
I can’t just tap him and push away from him because I’m a mess.
Still horny.
Emotional than I ought to be because of my state.
And covered in my own…
“I’ve got you”, he caresses my hair and I hide in the hollow of his neck gritting my teeth and spitting bitterness.
“I hate you. I hate you for humiliating me like this. I’ll never forgive you.”
“I’m getting out of here first then you can fucking hate me in the warmth of my bed.”
His voice burns my skin and if I wasn’t mad at him, at the moment, I would be mad at myself most.
One perk of being blind is that my eyes do the seeing and right now they hear the gasps and murmurs, the ridicule, the pointing fingers, I know they are calling me a whore too.
I was so wrapped in the orgasm that I didn’t stop to listen if we had a crowd.
Can they see me? Can they see the liquids trailing down my leg?
I hear Mom telling the person I’m assuming to be Yan to close the curtains.
Then their voices come out muffled before Christian’s hands wrap around the back of my thighs lifting my feet off the ground and pulling me plush to his chest.
His scent fans my cheeks ablaze, the sensation traveling all the way down to my core that still yearns for more.
I blame it on the hormones.
A day ago, I vowed to get this man out of my chest.
A day ago, I told my mother I would marry anyone who as much as raised the question to distract her from destroying Christian’s marriage to Athena after she learned I was carrying his child.
A day later, here I am on his chest as paparazzi flock around us the minute he carries me outside.
I tune them out.
I rest my head on his chest, telling myself I’ll scold myself for my stupidity after I’ve calmed down.
We plop inside what I’m assuming to be the backseat of his car.
I hear him tell the driver to drive and I don’t even fight.
I sit on his lap.
I pretend to be a good girl and accept what just happened.
Then before I know it, my eyelids slowly shutter closed and I fall into my captor’s hands.
Again.
***
It’s not his searing gaze that wakes me up, it’s not his scent or the soft pillows caressing my face either; it’s the smell of food that arouses me from sleep.
I didn’t eat anything at the party because I couldn’t stomach anything when every few seconds someone would pop up to speak to me and ask me questions about my father’s accident and how I’d survived.
Or force myself to remember their names and their Italian surnames that were a mouthful.
I sit up, my back against the headrest.
I know he’s here which is no surprise when I hear him bark an order.
“Eat.”
“I can feed myself, I’m not a child.”
“I don’t trust you with a fork”, he retorts and anger bubbles in my throat.
“Because I’m blind?”
“Because you are angry enough to stab me in the eye.”
I would.
If I didn’t like his face in the first place. I certainly would.
He might be the devil but he’s a handsome fucking devil.
“Open up, Sunshine.”
“I’m not hungry.” My stomach growls and I wrap my hands around it.
The only problem is when I wrap my hands around myself, the dress is gone.
I have my bra but my panties are gone too beneath what I feel is a shirt on me.
“You made a mess, little nurse. I had to clean you up and change you.”
“You had no right. I want to go home! Right now!”
“This is your home.”
“Millie needs me.”
He’ll listen if I mention Millie.
“I’m working on a way to bring her here”, he says simply and I arch a brow. My mother will never allow it.
Frankly speaking, after what I did with Athena’s fiancé she might be consoling my sister and mad at me enough not to let this man get what he wants.
Not me. And certainly not Millie.
“Eat, Alexia then we can fight later.”
I open my mouth. I need food for the life growing inside of me.
Wait a minute if he dressed me does that mean…did he feel my bump? Did he see that I’m…
The first thing I taste is the corn salad followed by a healthy amount of peso over fried rice. I swallow it down and move forward for more.
He chuckles but otherwise the food keeps on coming, which I’m grateful for.
The silence between us stretches and it’s cut into two once in a while with my loud chewing and my moans every time my taste buds tingle for more.
“Full?”
“Yes”, I mutter, “Thank you.”
I hear the clatter of plates and cutlery followed by the sound of small wheels against the carpet and I figure he had the food on a wheeling tray and he’s now pushed it away.
The bed dips, his overwhelming scent assaults my nostrils and before I know what’s next his lips crash into mine like a tsunami.
In the heat of it, drowning in his tongue that has always seized all reason and composure from me, I feel the covers being yanked away, I feel him…shirtless, between my legs.
He kisses me hard.
Without mercy.
Without caring if I want it or not.
But do I want it?
If I didn’t want it, I would have bit his tongue and made him bleed just like his nuptials with Athena have made me bleed on the inside.
My hips buck the minute he rubs his pants-clad erection against my already wet core.
Because that’s all it takes.
One touch. One kiss and everything sane in my mind flies out of the window.
Sizzling pleasure builds in my tummy, when his hand slaps my inner thigh.
“Open, Sunshine. I want these open for me.”
His deep voice is laced with a timbre of anger and I shiver.
Malevolent butterflies flutter in my stomach seemingly being in competition with the rhythm matching of my skyrocketing heartbeat.
He doesn’t waste any time and I can’t read him. That’s the problem, blind or not I have never been able to read him.
He said he’ll give me the world. Because he loves me? Because it was the only thing he needed to say for me to be in his arms?
He just finger fucked me in front of everyone and now that I say it out loud, I realize how insane that sounds.
He did it in front of his fiancé. Why?
Every thought racking my brain dissipates into thin air when his fingers pinch my clit and his thumb starts matching the throbbing that my little mound seeks to be relieved.
“C-Christian”, I moan.
He takes my moan and swallows it. He kisses my cheek, my jaw right before two of his fingers plunge into me without mercy.
Stretching me wide.
Moving in and out of me till I have to hold tight to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin and possibly drawing blood.
That’s how good it feels.
And my body, this fucked up body that has his child, a beating heart beckoning to him anticipates how he’ll feel like in a few.
The first time we did it, it was spectacular minus the Rhett kidnapping me afterwards part.
I know how he feels. I know how he will feel. And it will be more than heavenly.
Good girls wanted guys who could go slow and torturous and all things vanilla.
I might have been one too until I met him.
He’s no Prince Charming.
He doesn’t go slow.
He doesn’t do vanilla.
He takes and takes leaving you nothing but a puddle of desperation to have him again.
I know that. I should have known that when he started kissing me anyway.
But his next statement still shocks me.
“I said I’d punish you, little nurse and this is only the start.”
He lifts my leg on one of his shoulders and I almost die of shame when I know he can see all of me so clearly. Not even the shirt I have on is saving me from his eyes.
“Fucking pretty”, he quips, his finger still torturing me in a way that has me moving forward for more and more.
His hand moves to my chest and the material is yanked away from my body in one sweep.
The bra follows before he kneads my right tit, playing with a puckered nipple.
I’m already short of breath, muffling my moans by biting down my lip even when it feels so, so good.
Oh God.
“If you could see how well your cunt wraps around my fingers, you’d understand my obsession, little nurse. It’s a piece of fucking art right here. All for me, everything on this pretty little body, mine.”
“N—No”, I whimper.
He stops, I cry out of frustration.
“No what, Sunshine?”
“I’m not…yours.”
“Yeah? Tell me to pull out then, sunshine. I fucking dare you.”
I remain silent. I can’t. I can’t and I won’t.
“Didn’t think so”, he mumbles before he gives me another earth-shattering orgasm that has me pulling his fingers inside me more.
I only take a breath before I feel something cold between my butt cheeks.
“C—Christian…”
“I said I’d punish you, Sunshine. I wasn’t bluffing. Stop me now, say something because once I start, I won’t stop till I punish you for running away-.”
He pauses.
Then his large hand covers my slightly hard belly before he adds.
“And thinking that you could hide this little guy away from me.”