Page 17 of Love to Defy You
Alek brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks my juices off, sliding them between his lips before releasing them with a pop. “To remind you that you only get to come when I allow you to.”
“I’ll finish myself off.”
He leans closer and kisses me, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. When he pulls back, he says, “No, you won’t.” Alek slides out of the booth and stands over me, shielding me from the other patrons with his back. He offers his hand to pull me to my feet. “Close your legs,malishka. It’s time to go home.”
I grab a napkin off the table to clean myself up, but Alek grabs my wrist. “No. I want you dripping as we walk past every person in this restaurant.”
Heat creeps up my neck, and I close my legs. “Fine.”
He hauls me to my feet but keeps his grip on my wrist as he leads me out of the restaurant. I’m keenly aware of the moisture between my legs, which is farther down than my skirt reaches. No one looks at me, but it feels like everyone knows what a dirty slut I am.
And I like it.
Sex is one of the only things I’m good at. It’s too bad Welton doesn’t offer a degree program for that because I’d excel with honors.
I glance at the bar on the way out, and a shiver runs down my spine.
Enzo Messina leans against the counter, watching me. When our eyes meet, his lips curl into a smirk—the same way as Alek’s do—and with a small nod, he raises his glass to me before taking a long swig.
Chapter 5
Alek
Willow’s footsteps echo against the wooden floor of our apartment. I set my finance textbook down when she appears in the entryway of the home office, fastening an earring.
“I seem to recall that those shoes are for my eyes only.” I nod my chin at her strappy heels.
She shrugs. “But Josie and I are going dancing tonight, and I want to look cute.”
“Look cute for who?” I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“For myself.” She enters the office and sits on the edge of my desk, and I track the hem of her short-as-sin skirt as it rises up her creamy thighs. “You sure you don’t want to come?”
“I won’t intrude on a girls’ night out.” I place my hand on her leg and slide it under her dress. “But I think you should reschedule and let me fuck you all night long instead.” I lean over and place a kiss on her inner thigh, relishing the way she quivers at my touch.
“But this is the last Saturday before classes start. We should be going crazy before we’re bogged down with homework.” She pauses. “Is that a textbook you’re reading?”
“It is,” I murmur against her skin.
“Classes haven’t even started yet and you’re already studying? What’s wrong with you?”
“Many things.” I flatten my tongue against her and drag it up toward the junction of her thighs, stopping just short. “Are those panties you’re wearing,malishka?”
“I promise to remove them the moment I get home.” She runs her fingers through my hair. “I’ll be so drunk and loose that you can have your way with me. Use me like your fuck doll.” Her voice grows breathless.
“An intriguing proposition.” I lean back in my chair and follow the trail of her deep, plunging neckline to the pendant necklace hanging between her breasts. “Perhaps you should change?”
She glances down at her outfit. “What’s wrong with it? This is my favorite club dress.”
Of course it is. It shows off way too much skin, which is exactly what my attention-seeking, exhibitionist girlfriend likes about it.
My phone starts to vibrate, and my mother’s name flashes across the screen.
Willow hops off the desk. “You better take that. I’m going now.”
I grit my teeth. “We’re not done discussing your outfit. Take it off. Now.”
With her back toward me, she heads toward the doorway, taking extra care to sway her hips in her short minidress. She pauses on the threshold and throws a suggestive glance over her shoulder. “I’ll accept my punishment later.”
