Page 27 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

His fingers pinched my nipples, easy at first and then gradually harder. The pain increased as did my heart rate and I swear heat literally flared between my legs.

“This is why my acquaintances come to parties like these. They want to break the chains society has on them, drive their women insane and then watch them come over and over and over. And sometimes while others watch. Then when they’re both at the breaking point, they’ll fuck. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be pretty. That’s not what these people want. They need it primal.”

His hands were on the front of my thighs now, his fingers edging beneath the short edge of my dress. The heat radiating from his big body made it even harder for me to focus. My brain is on severe overload.

“Don’t move, Harper.”

His dark toned order alone was enough to keep me pinned in place, but those roaming fingers of his are what ultimately had me holding my breath.

“You like this I know.”

I opened my mouth, but my protest died the moment his fingers collided with my clit.

He laughed, the sound filling my ear. “That’s what I thought. But what happens next is completely up to you. I’m going to make you come. That’s not up for debate. However, whether it becomes a show or remains between you and I is your choice. Can you come without screaming, kitten?”

I couldn’t even figure out how to get enough oxygen let alone determine whether I could stay quiet. But I did know that I didn’t want him to stop. So instead of answering him, I angled my hips just a bit to give him better access.”

That rumble of laughter sounded in my ear again. It was enough to make me nearly growl my own frustration. His arrogance astounded me, but it also drew me closer. Every dark promise that fell from his lips dragged me further under his spell.

“Dirty kitten,” he snarled as he pushed two fingers inside me.

“Yes,” I groaned before grabbing onto his shoulders to hold myself up.

My eyes fluttered closed as the devil of a man tortured me, but I forced them back open so I can watch him as his fingers fucked me. I didn’t want to miss a thing, but most of all I needed to know he’s as affected as I am.

Peripherally I think I hear the others in the room as the show goes on behind me. I don’t need to see to know that many of the women on the tables are as close to the brink as I am. But they don’t have Alex because he’s mine.

I know this because his talented fingers are definitely making me mad as every thrust hits me at the perfect angle for maximum friction. The tension coiled in my core warned me that I can’t take much more and any resolve I had to stay quiet seems lost as I whimper against his shoulder.

“Kiss me.”

I lifted my head, a moan at the tip of my tongue and pressed my lips to his. At the same time his thumb scraped across my clit and ignited the climax I could no longer hold back. With the blood rushing in my ears, Alex pulled me tight and swallowed my scream.

By the time my head cleared and I began to come down from the intensity that is an orgasm from Alex, my entire body was shaking and I could barely stand on my legs.

His withdrawal only made it worse as I whimpered in protest. He must have sensed my condition because instead of steadying me on my feet, he picked me up and carried me from the room.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a fucking drink.”

I still couldn’t speak so I smiled against his shoulder instead. But not before I caught a glimpse of the lust, determination and frustration in his eyes. I’d once again lost myself to the forbidden pleasure of my mystery man. But I was pretty sure that was going to be a very good thing.

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