“Fuck!” Alexander roars, eyes widening. I hold in my chuckle, slowly easing my legs into the sweats. As expected, they are too big so I tie them as much as I can and then roll both the waist band and the legs so I can move without tripping or the things falling to the floor. I slip the tank over my head, covering myself.
I continue to watch him, seeing how tightly his neck is strained as if barely withholding his restraint.
I sit at the edge of the bed, cocking my head as I watch him.
“I’d like to believe you’re not the monster you come across as, but I also learned long ago what you see is usually what you get.”
“You’d be wise to listen to your instincts, little bird, this kindness is from pity and nothing else. Do you think I’ll feel guilty when I eventually have to do what I set out to do?”
“You know,” I tap my finger to my lips, “in all of this, the threats, the conversations, not once have you stated the words ‘I’m going to kill you.’ Why is that?”
His eyes narrow, “You want me to lay it out?”
“Yes.”
He crosses the room and stands in front of me, looking down at where I’m sat on the bed. I was already much smaller than him but in this position my eyes are level with his crotch.
A little thrill shoots through me.
My hormones clearly aren’t getting the memo.
“You want me to say it?” He growls.
“Yes.”
Suddenly his hand comes around my throat and he shoves me onto the bed, flat on my back with his weight pressing into me. My thighs cradle his hips and I don’t miss the hardness pressing into my clit through the material of the sweats. Arousal floods me and my hips grind against the sensation, needy and wanton despite knowing how dangerous this is.
Damn it.
His pupils are blown, eyes that were once silver appear black with only a neon rim, haloing his pupils. His nostrils flare and his fingers twitch, but he isn’t pressing hard on my windpipe, I can still breathe perfectly fine. The pain of the bruising there already makes my eyes water but it doesn’t take away from the sensation going on down there, especially not when I feel his own hips roll to mimic the movements of my own.
“Why say it when I can show you exactly what I plan to do?” His voice is all animal, a growl, husky, rough, the vibrations of it travelling from his chest into mine.
I tip my chin back defiantly and his eyes drop to my lips.
“Then do it,” I tell him on a whisper.
I press my hips up harder eliciting a moan, whether it’s from him or me I don’t know.
His lips crash down on mine, with his hand still placed around my throat, and right in this moment I’m his willing captive, the delusional little girl begging to be touched.
Escape.Live.
The words push in at the corners of my mind, through the fog of lust running wild inside of me, I realize how much of an idiot I am being. His tongue duels with mine, heavy with shameless need and desire and I match the pace, pushing back. I dust my fingers up his side, feeling the muscles jump under my fingertips beneath his shirt and I follow them around to his back. The hard butt of his gun hits the heel of my hand, but I don’t linger long enough for him to realize I’ve felt it. I just need to get it. I pull the bottom of his shirt from his pants, digging in my nails. He nips my bottom lip and I almost lose it. His teeth sink into the plump, sensitive flesh and a very real moan leaves me.
Fuck, I’ve never been so damn hot for a guy. It just so happens that the guy I’m suddenly fucking batshit for is the same guy destined to end me.
Quickly, before I allow this to go any further, my hand curls around the gun and I yank it from its place, finding the safety catch easily. I press it into his side, pushing hard enough to leave a mark.
He kisses me one last time before he chuckles, lifting his face away from me.
His eyes bore down into me and a dark smudge of a brow lifts.
“Up,” I order. “Now.”
Slowly, he eases off of me, adjusting himself but I see the stiff rigid length of him pressing angrily against his zipper. I know exactly how hard he is for me right now.
Yeah buddy,I think to myself as I push up off the bed,I’m just as hot for you too.In all the crazy shit I’ve done in this life, this has to take the cake. Not the gun levelled in his direction, the indecision on whether this is the right thing to do.