CHAPTER 66
ALEXIA PALLIS.
A warm tingling sensation travels up my spine as pleasure licks a delicious path all the way to my puckered nipples.
I groan in my sleep, stirring awake when the lash of his tongue makes my hips buck from the bed and I arch seeking him out more.
I feel his warm tongue lapsing all my juices, I feel his teeth on my mound and the minute his breath hits my entrance and his tongue takes back charge, I moan, my hands moving between my legs to feel him.
It’s not a dream.
Even as my eyes stay open and I see darkness, I can feel the sunlight on my face and I know for a fact it’s morning.
It’s morning and the beast has awakened seeking me out again as if he didn’t fuck me till he made sure I couldn’t move.
I spent almost half an hour in his bathroom yesterday trying to wipe his come off my legs because dripping in front of him sounded embarrassing on my part and weak too.
He’d think I wanted more.
Technically I wanted more but still.
When his tongue darts in and out of my entrance, my orgasm hits me like a tremor; evoking gasps and sweat from me.
He pulls away from me and not only does the warmth dissipate but I feel empty.
He put a butt plug inside me yesterday and told me not to remove it.
I didn’t remove it which means he did.
“Morning, Tesoro”, his lips find my cheek as he wipes the hair that’s sticking to both sides of my head including my forehead due to sweat.
Then he lifts my shirt, kissing my tiny baby bump and I almost want to sob.
“Morning, baby”, he coos.
I try to push him off of me but he pins my wrists above my head, our noses touching.
“Now I understand that you are still mad at everything that went down yesterday, maybe even upset that you didn’t see Millie this morning but is that any way to greet the man who gave you the best orgasm just now?”
“I didn’t ask for one!” I huff.
“But your cunt didn’t say no either when she drenched my face.”
“Oh God, stop talking like that.”
“Are you embarrassed, Tesoro?”
“Christian, please let me go. I’m even asking nicely this time.”
“And I’m telling you nicely my woman and my child are staying with me.”
“For how long?”
He chuckles.
He places another kiss on my lips before he gets off the bed.
“I’ve got clothes for you at the edge of the bed. Wear them because breakfast is coming up any second now. Eat. All of it, Alexia. I mean it.”
“You are not…you are leaving?”
“I won’t be gone for long.”
My heart shouldn’t sink but it does.
Where is he going?
How long will he be gone?
Who is he meeting?
Athena? To explain everything that happened yesterday between us?
I hear the shower start to run and a few minutes later he steps out and the fact that he is undressing in front of me brings mixed feelings from me.
Is he undressing because I’m blind?
Or is he undressing because I’m in the room and he’s comfortable with it.
“Try to be a good girl for me, will you?”
He asks.
I stare at what I’m assuming is his direction and snark, “No.”
He chuckles on the way out and it’s just me and the silence in this room.
***
I dressed up.
And Christian only left his sweatpants for me to wear and as a result, his pants are rolled around my waist like two times to ensure they don’t fall down all the way to my ankles.
Someone brought me food, it wasn’t Brenda though and I have a feeling Christian told her not to come into my room because he thinks I’ll use her to escape.
I ate like my life depended on it because that’s how delicious it was and with this pregnancy, I’m hungrier than when I was with Millie.
And when I was with Millie, I didn’t have the choice of picking which food I wanted and which food I didn’t want. Nor did I have the cash.
I pace around the room again.
I tried to open the door but it’s locked so I’m trapped here till Christian comes back. That bastard.
It’s been an hour or two, I settle to go back to bed but two minutes after my feet touch the covers and the rattling of the door knob has my attention.
“Christian”, I whisper, almost excited.
Except with the way that door is rattling, I don’t think it’s Christian.
Christian would have a key.
Christian wouldn’t struggle with the door like that.
Oh God. It’s not him. Then who is at the door?
Slowly, trying not to knock into anything in the room, I get out of bed, my feet touching the smooth carpet before my knees touch it a second later.
I crawl down the bed, making sure to be still as possible.
Whoever my visitor is, he manages to open the door and I hear his footsteps.
Pat.
Pat.
Pat.
The scene plays like a horror movie.
The problem is in every horror movie, the woman lying beneath the bed always gets caught.
They always get caught.
And the realization has my throat bobbing in fear.
I can’t be anyone’s captive again.
I can’t go back to being with how it was with Rhett.
Pat.
Pat.
Pat.
He doesn’t speak and that’s even scarier.
He’s just moving around in the room.
Like a predator sniffing out prey.
Like a predator spooking prey till it goes crazy.
I know my legs are shaking.
And they are shaking because I’m not alone.
I have a baby inside me and what’s worse? My blindness limits my chances at fighting but I will fight.
I will…
“Alessandra?” a familiar voice calls. Warm and soft.
I know him but from where?
“Alessandra, it’s me, Hunior. We met yesterday at the party? Listen, your mother enlisted the help of the Five families to get you out of here but we have to move now before Vitello comes back.”
That sounds like something my mother would do.
I slowly slide from underneath the bed, using the mattress to support me before Junior’s hand lands on my back helping me up.
“Junior?” I ask.
“It’s me. We have to move, everyone is waiting for us downstairs”, he holds my hand leading me to the door but I pause.
“I don’t have shoes.”
A second later, I feel fluffy warm slippers near my feet.
“Wear those. Everything is going to be okay, Alessandra. We promised your mother you would be safe.”
But I wasn’t unsafe with Christian though.
“Okay”, I mumble, plunging my feet into the slippers.
Junior locks his hand with mine and together we move out of the room running down the hallway.
But how did he get past Jett and Brenda?
Wait why can’t I hear any gunshots? Or any struggle at all?
“Mom sent you?”
“Yes”, Junior says still holding my hand tightly.
“Did Lincoln and the other guys come to rescue me too?”
“Yes, they are just outside. We have to hurry up, Alessandra.”
My feet come to a stop and I pull my hand away, stepping back.
“My name is Alexia and my mom doesn’t have any guard called Lincoln.”
He’s not here with my mother.
Oh God.
“Alessandra, just come with me. Everything will be easier if you come with me.”
“No!” I shout, ready to run the other way.
“Alessandra? You don’t have to get hurt just come with me and everything will be–.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“He can’t have everything. He’s not God.”
I turn around ready to run but thin sharp fingers dig into my neck.
Junior didn’t the room alone, did he?
No they were two people.
And the one choking me was deadly silent if I couldn’t hear her.
Her voice hits my face, “And I won’t let you get everything I’ve worked hard for.”
Then everything goes pitch black as something hits my head.