Page 18 of Malicious Intentions

Meeting Cynthia’s concerned eyes, I flash her the smile that never fails to charm adults. Putting my hand on hers, I pat it. “I’ll keep an eye on her. I need to use the restroom anyway.”

“I can always count on you, Evan.”

Nodding, I get to my feet, on a mission. Along the way, I make a quick pitstop.

Stopping behind Owen’s chair, I put my hand on his shoulder, squeezing hard to make my warning clear. “Hey, Owen. Good to see you.”

Owen winces, his blue eyes flashing to mine. He gives me a nod, indicating the fucker understands the message I’m sending. His voice is strained from my tight grip. “Good to see you, Evan.”

Satisfied he got the message, I stride away, hot on the heels of Lexi.

I spot her long chestnut locks as she talks to a waiter. He points her in the direction of the restroom, staring at her cleavage.

I’ll deal with that sonofabitch later.

Once Lexi disappears down the hallway, I hurry after her.

She pushes through the restroom door, turning around to shut it. I’m too quick, plowing through it, pushing her back. As it slams shut behind me, I lock it, focused on her.

Lexi gasps before unleashing her fury. “What the hell are?—”

That’s all she gets out before my hand wraps around her neck, backing her against the wall. “Did you think you could taunt me and get away with it, Lexi? Do you foolishly believe you won’t suffer any repercussions despite my warnings that you’d be punished if you misbehaved?”

She doesn’t answer.

Her body trembling like a leaf is the only response I need anyway.

My hand slides to the hem of her dress. Kicking her legs apart, my fingers dip beneath the silky material, moving to her pussy. The dampness in her panties makes me grin. “You make me fucking crazy.” The feral feelings whirling inside me are splintering me apart. “I’m gonna return the favor.”

Sliding her panties to the side, I run my index finger over her clit before rubbing it in circles. She presses her lips tightly together, but not before a strangled moan falls from them.

Giving her a cocky smile, I sink another finger deep inside her soaked pussy. She whimpers, her wide eyes locked on mine. I can see her pulse beating against her neck, giving me an idea. I begin fingering her to the beat of her rapid pulse, moaning when she floods my fingers with more wetness.

“Don’t fucking tell me you don’t like that. Your pussy is fucking dripping.”

“Evan, please.”

“Please, what? Finger you faster?” I slide another finger inside her, cursing at how tight she is. “Goddamn, Lexi, this pussy is fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel it strangling my cock.”

Her cheeks flame scarlet as her eyes skip away, remaining stubbornly silent.

“When’s the last time you’ve been fucked, bellissima?” I finger her faster, enjoying the hell out of her trying not to react to my touch.

Her jaw clenches as she defiantly stares at me, saying nothing.

“Answer me, Lexi.” I squeeze her neck harder, not cutting off her air entirely but letting her know I’m serious.

Fear is in her eyes as she swallows hard. “Over a year ago.”

I hate hearing she was with anyone else, but I need to know more. “Was he your first?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I shove my fingers deep inside her. “He didn’t make you feel like this, did he?”

A moan of pleasure escapes her, and I loosen my hand on her neck, feeding on the sound. I want her to know who the fuck owns her.Me.

“Answer my question, bellissima, or I’ll stop.”

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