Page 16 of Concealed Deception

When he reaches the foot of the bed, the holy grail of smirks frames his face, and I gasp.If I wasn’t so concerned about being sedated again or in different circumstances, I’d be all over him.

He rounds the bed, and I’m totally hypnotized by this man that I can’t move.I’m merely out of reach, but it doesn’t stop him from climbing onto the bed and coming toward me with that same predatorial smirk in place.

Before I have time to react, his large hand is around my throat and applying pressure to my airways.It’s enough that I can still breathe, but at the same time, I know one wrong move from me and he’ll end me for good.So, I stay still and keep the eye contact I can’t seem to break.He’s like a magnet, every sense and nerve are being pulled to the surface.

“Men and women would die for speaking to me the way you just did, little girl.”

“It’s a good thing I’m not most men or women then.”The pressure around my neck increases ever so slightly, and I know that I’m getting to him.

With all the courage I can gather, I let him know exactly how I feel.“If you were any decent man, you wouldn’t have to capture me to get what you want.You could have spoken to me like a normal human being, instead of being an arrogant bastard.And you’re right, I might be young, but I am not intimidated by you.”

Shock then pleasure hits me like a lightning rod as he brings his lips to mine in an urgent and heated kiss, demanding I open for him and then taking what he wants.And it’s not slow or short lived—he kisses me greedily.My body melts with his possession, succumbing to my every whim.

His hand stays around my throat, though no longer a threat, as I feel the heat spread through my body and wetness pool between my legs.

Needing to touch him, I move my hands from my side and reach for his face, but he’s quick to stop me by grabbing both wrists and pinning them back by my side.That action also breaks our kiss, which leaves me mewling at the loss.

“If you were like any of the others, I’d be pounding into you without a second thought.”His admission shocks me.I wasn’t expecting that from him, especially after he refused my touch.

“Why treat me any differently?”I’m curious as to why he’d say that and want to know what makes me so different.Then the thought of other women darkens my mood.I don’t like the thought of other women when it comes to Alexander.Even if I hate him.

“You can pretend to hate me all you like, treasure, but I can see the lust in your eyes.And to indulge you, the answer to your question is that unlike the others, my little treasure, I want to break your soul.Own you.I want to make sure you remember who’s been inside you and given you what we both need.”

Holy fuck, this man.

“Then show me what it’s like to be owned, old man.Show me what it’s like to be different from the rest.”

In a matter of seconds, all hell breaks loose as he pulls at the shirt I’m wearing, scattering buttons everywhere and revealing my naked chest to him.His hands are on me so fast I cry out, starved for more.

“Hold the headboard.”

I do as he asks and hold on tight as he sucks one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, then the other, biting on each one as he releases them, sending a bolt of desire straight to my core.I’ve never had hate-sex before, and this is exactly what it is for me.I can’t let feelings overcome me with this man, as much as I’m enjoying having his hands on me.

Alexander must sense my inner turmoil.He rears back, fisting his kempt hair, making the sleek locks fall loose from their jelled state.“Fuck,” he curses before retreating from the bed and storming out of the room, leaving me open and my ego bruised.

I’m left wondering what the fuck happened between me arriving at the last location to now, and when things changed for us both, because in the space of I don’t know how many days, I’ve gone from loathing this man to craving him; he’s not exactly holding me hostage in a dungeon either.

It’s time to sort my head out, and by doing that I need the answers that are owed to me.I’m sick of being someone’s puppet.It’s time to put my life back into my own hands.

I need to find a bathroom and something new to wear.Pulling the shirt tight around me, I shimmy off the bed on shaky legs and walk around the corner of the room, where I find the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me, I freeze at the masculinity yet gorgeousness of this room.All the walls and bathtub are a dark shade of gray, while the fixtures are chrome, and the only thing separating the shower from the rest of the room is a glass partition.

I make my way over to the shower to turn it on and find a touch control panel on the wall.Finally figuring out how to work it, I step under the instantly warm rainfall.

Steam billows through the room as I appreciate the hot stream of water cascading over my body.As the droplets pelt my skin, I close my eyes while I wash away the arousal Alexander provoked in me.

I try to wash his scent, the feel of his hands, along with his primal stare from my skin and memory, but it doesn’t work.No matter what I do the lingering scent of sandalwood and vanilla assaults my senses.

As I do a slow turn, running my hands through my long, wet hair, the pressure on my throat from earlier is back, and not in my imagination.My eyes open wide to a very distraught man in front of me.The turmoil in his eyes tells me I’m affecting him, too.

“You’re under my skin, treasure.What are you doing to me?”

“I could ask you the same.”

I’m up against the wall in seconds, our mouths battling for dominance.We take what we want from one another, letting it all out in the open.Alexander’s not stopping me from touching him this time, yet when I reach for his chest, I feel material between my fingers.I must have been so blindsided by his appearance that I didn’t notice he stepped under the shower fully clothed.

Clawing at the buttons on his shirt, so I can get it off before he leaves me a second time, my fingers slip, and I can’t get them undone.

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