Page 92 of House of Deceit

“Do you ever want to quit?” I ask, voicing something I haven’t told Alec has crossed my mind.

“Not really, no.” He sits and waits, letting me choose if I want to go deeper into this conversation or not.

“It’s a lot, the competitions and being recorded all the time. All of it. It’s a lot and we’ve been here two and a half months. I’m just ready to go home. I miss my parents and Courtney.” I pause, weighing the options. “But I like spending time with my wrangler,” I tell him.

Searching my face, I see the moment when he catches my meaning.

“Yeah, it’s definitely hard. The relationships we’ve built in this house are unlike anything we’ll ever find again. But you’ll stay connected when you leave.” He nudges my knee with his foot, making me recoil. He laughs at my disgusted facial expression, feet being my least favorite part of the body. “Guess we should go talk to Jayden, try to deepen some bonds.”

The past two days have been mentally exhausting trying to secure enough votes to make it into week ten, but the relief of making it through the elimination makes me all but skip to the interview room for my standing Sunday night interview. I need to unpack my clothes, but it can wait until I’ve had a chance to let the hyperactivity from surviving for another week wear off. All the energy is also keeping the sadness of Rebel going home at bay. For now.

Plus, my lips are dying to be on Alec’s once more.

Alec and I have been cautious; worried someone would find out about us. We kept our interviews over the past few days short and to the point. There was some kissing and touching, but nothing like in the library.

Alec is sitting in his chair with a dark smile on his face. I walk to him, kissing him hello.

“We will do something a little different for our interview today.”

“Oh, okay,” I say. The anticipation of what’s coming makes my hands shake. “What are we going to do?”

“Come over here,” he demands.

“Why?”

His eyes are dark. No humor. Nothing of the soft man I’ve found beneath the hard exterior.

“Don’t make me tell you again, Charlotte.” His stern tone makes my pussy pulse with lust. I stand up and move toward him slowly, kicking off my shoes as I move. I stay standing, waiting for him to instruct me.

“Straddle me.” That’s a command I’m happy to follow. Putting my legs on either side of his, I settle onto his lap.

I want to push, to ask questions, but I want to see where this is going to go. Scott was never a demanding lover. We always had sex, in our bed, and only before we were both turned in for the night.

There was no spontaneity. No need to be on each other.

With Alec there is nothing but need.

He pushes the skirt of my dress up, holding it at my hips.

“Take my dick out,” he says, his eyes fixed on the growing wet spot between my legs, my arousal soaking the fabric. “You’re such a good girl.”

Pride lights my chest. I love being his good girl. I love his filthy mouth. I was never one for dirty talk. It always felt so artificial and took me out of the moment. But with Alec, it sounds natural. Alluring. I want to be his. For him to own me and make me beg for his cock. I want him and everything he is.

Rubbing the bead of pre-cum on his tip, I slide my hand up and down his length as soon as I have him free. Taking his finger, he traces the edge of my lace panties, before yanking them to the side.

“Take me, Charlotte,” he demands.

Desire coursing through me, I rub myself up his length, swallowing his moan as I fuse our lips together. My patience disappears like morning mist being burned away by the sun and I take control.

With no build up, I slam myself down on his cock.

“Fuck, Charlie,” he moans as I take his lips in a rough kiss.

I ride him hard and fast, chasing my climax. I’m mindless, riding him desperately until I come with a shout. The orgasm barely takes the edge off my need. I climb off of him and pull him out of the chair before pushing him down to the ground.

“Little desperate, are we?” he says, cocky as all hell, but I don’t care.

All I can think about is how much I need him again.

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