“You better believe it mate because if you take another damn hoe on a date ever again, those words will become your reality. I’m crazy enough to poison you and then cut your manhood off to make you choke on it.” It’s only half in jest with a stern tone and warning glare and Alexi lifts his hands defensively, palms outwards towards me as he breaks into a chuckle. A grin widening across his handsome face.
“You outed us … gossip will be moving faster than cocaine through the port, so I don’t think anyone expects to see me dating anyone else. You are the only date from here on in, I swear. I’m still pissed about what you did at the club … don’t think I’ve forgotten that just because you landed yourself in hot water right after, but I get why.” He nudges me with his elbow and drops his hands.
“So, sue me. I don’t regret purging the club of all your little sluts. Hoe-Anne needed to go. You can’t be a reformed hussy if you keep your conquests in your bloody living room.” I lift my chin defiantly, not backing down on why I did it and a little smugger about it now I’m no longer terrified of the repercussions. It was the best thing I ever did, even if it was spectacularly dumb.
Alexi regards me for a long silent moment and then sighs heavily, knowing he has no standing in this argument and should just give up while he can. I may have acted like an arse, but he lit the rocket under me and gave me the fuel to cause chaos.
“Former slut. And now the club is unmanned an in need of a hostess thanks to your green-eyed flip out. You need to figure that out when we get back.” It’s a stern tone but the smug hint of a smile tells me he isn’t that bothered anymore. Maybe he was earlier, but he had enough violence and sex today to purge his system. Bruised knuckles lingering, probably from venting with fists on my kidnapper’s face.
“That girl I told you about, I have faith in her … Rebel, she’s on the staff and has potential.” I point out and get that little uncertain look he gave me when I mentioned her earlier. Not convinced that anyone called Rebel is hostess material. Alexi just doesn’t like that I’m the one picking girls and not him.
My little control freak.
“We can talk about it on the flight. Right now, I really need to fuck you and sleep. We have a flight at 5 a.m. I’m tired, agitated and have a lot to do.” Commander and chief mode initiated, but it just flips my ‘hell no’ switch. I hate it when his bossy arse self comes out to play.
“Excuse me! I’m not sex on tap you know. I get a say in when and where. Maybe I’m tired too and don’t want you to fuck me.’ I cross my arms over my boobs haughtily, only pushing them into a bulging cleavage he immediately locks eyes on.
And I used to think he wasn’t a boob man.
Alexi gives me that seriously sadistic smile of his and I swear my heart stops for a moment. It’s that ‘I will bend you to my will and enjoy the screams’ look.
“Lync … bed.” He commands softly and the dog immediately jumps up as though he was not snoozing on the couch and darts out of the room at lightning speed. An air of urgency that sends shivers from my toes to my groin. I know what’s coming and despite my verbal objections, my body is already trying to pry my thighs open to welcome him home.
Traitor.
Alexi walks over and pushes the door shut right behind the now absent dog, with a quiet click, before turning back and leaning against it heavily. Backing up against the only escape route in here and undresses me with his eyes from hem to breasts.
The air instantly thickens with mutual sexual tension and I bite on my lip to try and curb the outward show of being on board with this. It’s no fun if I just let him have his own way right off the mark.
“Want to find out how persuasive I can be?” That look of the smug controlling wanker who first seduced me in his club, standing with the confidence that we are not leaving this room without him getting his way. Muscles straining under his shirt and I find myself scanning his pants for an erection; I’m not disappointed.
“You have met me, haven’t you … rebellious, stubborn, disobedient. I’m not one of your little ‘Yes sir’ ladies.” I raise a brow and push my hands on my hips to stand my ground. Only emphasising that my nightdress is very short, and the motion lifts it slightly to expose parts on my naked body through the lace patches that are strategically placed for hints.
I cannot deny the heat isn’t building between my thighs, but this is a matter of pride and well, just plain being combative because he is being a bossy dick.
Alexi sucks in his bottom lip in a wholly distracting way and smoothly unbuttons his shirt while devouring me from head to foot with those eyes of his, slowly and provocatively. Uncovering tanned sexy chest and his newly acquired Camilla artwork which only gets my body trembling.
I bite on my inner lip to curb the sensations swirling up my abdomen as sex completely moves to the forefront of my mind. He can turn me on with the slightest of looks.
I’m wet, there’s no denying it; the throbbing, longing ache of needing to get laid consumes me all over again.
“You know how I let off steam and get rid of excessive stress?” he asks me huskily, that voice all smooth and low and very reminiscent of the Mafia King who figured out he could drive me wild with just a touch and a kiss.
“I’m not one of your little subs.” I grind out, trying so hard to stop my legs from visibly shaking while clenching my pelvis to stop it calling out to him with open arms.
“No, you’re not. You’re my queen. And my sexy as sin little hellcat who reminds me that sex can be the most amazing experience in the world.” He utters it as he steps towards me, finally discarding his shirt and exposing all that yummy flesh which I cannot stop myself from gobbling up with my eyeballs. That dandelion tattoo staring me in the face and reminding me how true his words are.
Fuck he is just too damn sexy.
He stops right against me so only his heat is touching my body through the thin fabric and inhales the same air I do. I’m intoxicated by the scent that is gorgeously him and tremble a little as my body instantly surrenders to him fully. All fight dies when faced with a man I want so badly.
Girl, you’re so damn weak.
Alexi leans slightly so his fingers catch the hem of my nightdress and he slowly pulls it up with him, catching it in his other hand as it lifts over my naked hips and slides it up my body.
I don’t know who I’m trying to kid. My arms lift and I let him slide it right over my head and off to leave me standing in nothing but my birthday suit. No objection from me whatsoever when my nether regions are already getting ready for another Lexi visit.
“I’m yours.” He surprises me with the gentle statement and whispered tone, pressing his nose to mine as he says it, looking deep into my eyes so intensely I swallow hard and falter for a second. My heart erupts in all kinds of achy yet good palpitations, my stomach twisting as emotion catches in my throat.
Such tiny little words that may not mean a hell of a lot to many people, but to me, from him … he just completely owned me. I have no defences against this man. He surrendered all he is to me. The dominant alpha gave his all to his woman.
“And I’m yours,” I whisper back and sink into his kiss as his arms slide around me and I blot out everything that is not Alexi Carrero.