Chapter 27: Codename: Blackheart Chapter Twenty-Seven

I have decided that I need a break from training today. I have the genius plan to take Alec to one of my favourite places near my house. I’m bored and I have no one else to play with, so he’ll have to do. I get dressed in a gorgeous aqua blue, backless, halter-neck dress with a tropical print and a thigh-high slit, slip on a pair of white sandals, and grab a small purse that I tuck my phone and Crimson into. As if I’d go anywhere without her. I place my purse over my shoulder and walk down to Alec’s room. I knock repeatedly but get no answer, so I open the door and peek my head inside. He’s lying in bed, out like a light. You’d think being in a house full of assassins, one of whom was planning to kill him, would make him a light sleeper, but nope. Goes to show how stressed he is, I guess.

I step into the room, walk over to him, and take a moment to admire him. The sheets are down around his hips, exposing his toned, olive skin and the tufts of hair covering his muscles. He hasn’t shaved since he started staying at my apartment, so his stubble has turned into a short beard, which I have to admit looks rather sexy. My eyes rake over him as his chest slowly rises and falls and I once again think to myself what a shame it would be to kill such a delicious specimen. 

I guess I’m a little too distracted because next thing I know I’m being yanked on top of him.

“See something you like?” he teases. I look down at him, my face devoid of emotion while he is smirking like an idiot.

“Just checking that you’re still alive,” I say emotionlessly as I sit up, straddling him.

“Uh huh, so that wasn’t you checking me out while I was asleep?” he asks, sliding his hands up my thighs.

“I can appreciate a good body of work when it’s in front of me,” I say casually, even though I’m very aware of him getting hard between my thighs. Just knowing this is turning me on.

“So, I’m just a body to you?” he asks, sitting up, bringing us nose to nose as my hands rest on his chest. His firm hands inch higher up my thighs, up under my dress, moving dangerously close to my core sending pleasurable tingles through my body.

“But a very attractive body,” I coo.

He moves closer, his lips now so close I can almost taste them, and I can feel my heart kicking into high gear. “Do you miss me touching you?” he whispers, his breath fanning against my lips as his fingers brush against the fabric of my thong, making my insides clench and throb with need as I feel myself getting wetter.

“Define ‘miss’?” I try to say casually, but my words are coming out all breathy.

Our eyes are locked on each other; ocean blue looking into deep green as I feel his finger skim over my entrance. He smirks when he feels how wet I am, and with no hesitation on his part, he moves the fabric of my thong to the side and ever so slowly slides his finger inside me. I try not to, but I can’t stop my eyes from rolling back as I relish how good it feels to have him touch me again.

“If you don’t want me touching you then why are you soaking wet?” he whispers in a husky voice as his teeth graze against my chin. He captures my bottom lip with his teeth, tugging slightly and sucking it between his lips as he moves his finger in a ‘come here’ motion that has me pulsating around him.

“Automatic response,” I say feebly. My body is starting to feel hot, and I can feel him getting harder beneath me. All of my thoughts are now of wanting to feel his cock inside me, making me scream in that incredible way he does. 

“Say you want me,” he orders as he slides in another finger, picking up the pace and hitting that sweet spot inside me that has a traitorous moan passing my lips.

“Make me,” I challenge.

His free hand wraps around my throat, applying enough pressure to make me feel lightheaded, but not enough to cut off my breathing. The sensation of his hand around my throat, while his fingers work their magic, has the knot inside me building, and it’s taking all my self-control not to beg him to make me come. 

“Say you want me,” he growls against my lips, his fingers moving at an even faster pace. Every muscle in my body tenses up as I feel my climax approaching, and now it’s all I want. I want him to make me come, I want to drench his fingers and taste myself on them. I can’t think of anything else.

“I want you! I fucking want you!” I cry as my nails dig into his pecs. 

Instead of giving me my release, I feel his finger withdraw from me. My eyes fly open to find a devilish smile on his face as he slowly slides his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “Mmmm tastes sweeter than honey,” he groans in approval.

I am going to kill him. That deviant little shit! 

I take a moment to compose myself, resisting the urge to grab Crimson from my purse and slit him from ear to ear. I try to calm myself even though my insides are throbbing from being brought to the brink and being denied their release. I really do want to kill him now, but I won’t let him see the effect he has on me. With as much dignity as I can muster in this situation, I slip my thong back into place and get off him, ‘accidentally’ kneeing him in the dick as I get up. He grabs his dick as a gush of air leaves his lungs and I feel satisfied by his suffering.

“We’re going for a walk, so get dressed. I’ll meet you downstairs,” I say as I leave him groaning in the foetal position. 

Eventually, Alec comes downstairs, his hair looking tussled while he’s dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a basic white tee hugging his frame in all the right ways. Stupid asshole still has my brain fuzzy and now this little trek is going to just increase the ache this jerk has left in my pussy. I fucking hate him.

“Where are we going?” he asks as he walks over to me.

“A spot not far from here. It was meant to be a nice, little day trip, but now I’m considering burying you out in the woods.”

He smirks, “Someone sounds frustrated.”

“How’s your dick feeling?” I smirk back.

He shrugs. “It was worth it. You know I can fix that frustration for you, all you have to do is ask,” he says with a sly smile.

“I have a knife in my purse, and I am very tempted to use it,” I threaten.

He laughs, “You know I’m getting pretty good at learning when you’re bluffing,” he says smugly and that has me coming up short. Who the fuck said anything about bluffing? My fingers inch their way towards Crimson, but my actions are thwarted as Grandpa Titus walks in.

“Where are you kids off to?” he asks jovially.

“I was going to take him to the Gipsy Hole. Thought he should see some of the natural beauty of Moldova before he meets his end,” I smile.

Grandpa grins, “What a wonderful idea. Just don’t dispose of him anywhere tourists might find him.”

“I know, I know. Bye Grandpa,” I say, kissing his cheek and leading Alec out of the house to begin our trek through the woods.

“I’m not scared, you know,” he suddenly says.

“Of?”

“You and your family threatening me all the time or making jokes about my death. I get it, this is just your family’s style of humour, so it doesn’t bother me anymore.”

I chuckle, “If you think for a second that we would hesitate to kill you, then you’re delusional.”

“Then why is everyone being so hospitable?” he asks, as if he’s cracked some kind of code.

“We’re not barbarians,” I scoff as I pull a hair tie from my purse and tie my hair up in a ponytail.

“All I know, is that I’ve felt more welcome in your home than with my own family,” he confesses, and I can see the sadness on his face. That’s incredibly fucked up. He feels more at home with murderers.

“I thought you said you have a great relationship with your mother,” I recall.

“I do, but the rest of my family, I fucking hate. I wouldn’t even call them family. I didn’t grow up with them, they just think because we share DNA that I owe them shit,” he spits through gritted teeth.

“That offer to kill your father still stands,” I smirk.

“I might just take you up on it,” he says, and the shocking part is he’s not joking. Something has changed in the last week to make him suddenly be okay with me killing his father. The plot thickens. “So what is the Gipsy Hole?” he asks, changing the subject.

“It’s this little, natural waterfall not far from here. I hate when tourists come to see it, otherwise, it’s my favourite spot to come with a book and just relax.”

“Surprised you would do something as normal as reading a book to relax,” he teases.

“I’m a human being, not a machine,” I roll my eyes.

He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me close, leaning down so his lips brush against my ear, “I’ve felt just how human you are.”

I suppress a shudder and elbow him in the gut, “Keep walking.” 

He groans and clutches his stomach but manages to keep up. “You know when you do that, I know it means I have an effect on you.”

I ignore him and we continue the rest of our journey in peace and quiet.