Chapter 29 How do you like?
Alex’s POV
The red-clad lingerie lady licks up all my cum and dresses me up quickly, while the green-clad lady gives me a short kiss and walks off. I sit back patiently as she smoothes my shirt back on, one button at a time, and buckles my belt. Once she is done, I stand up and walk back toward Alessia, my eyes zeroing in on her from afar. She is still staring at the spot I was seated in, seemingly lost in the throes of passion. The music hums low from the speakers, the scent of perfume and smoke clinging to the air. She does not turn when I reach her side or act like she knows I am there, but I know she does. I can see her pulse racing at her neck; I hear her sharp intake of breath. This growing need between us is like an electric fuse, strong and persisting. I stop right in front of her, blocking her view and Her eyes refuse to meet mine still. She looks everywhere else but at me. The entire private hall, the patrons, the music, clinking glasses fades into the the background because in this game of desire and salvation, only Me and Alessia exist…
“Cara mia, did you like the show?” My voice comes out low and gruff. It probably was not necessary for me to put her through that, but I wanted to. I wanted to, dammit, with every fiber of my being. Ever since I laid my eyes on her at La Margerita, something changed between us. I wanted to know -does she feel it the way I do? Is it pulsing through her like a live wire? Does she feel the growing attraction between us, like a candle to the flame? Is it because of her witch blood? Is that the appeal? Does her blood hum when I touch her, like mine does when we come in contact? All these questions run riot in my head as I stare at her. Her fingers are clutching the armrest as if it can save her. Nothing can save you from this passion, cara mia, I think to myself. Her cheeks are flushed, her long red hair seems to be glowing in the dim light, and her eyes-her eyes convey all the emotions she refuses to relay:
Pent up desire
Anger
Confusion
I cannot tell which emotion she feels more than the other. Not that it matters. Seeing my emotions mirrored in her eyes is enough relief. I needed her to burn like I burn, to feel like I feel, to want like I want, to watch me being taken so openly without a chance of hiding. Hiding being captivity, or Andre, or Luca. To face her desire head-on that is what it is really about. Not the girls or the strip show. About her and me. And she almost gave in too. Her lips part as if she wants to say something, but she bites them instead. my cock stirs at the sight of it
Refusing to let sleeping dogs lay yet. Leaning towards her ear I whisper “Do you mind sharing? She sucks in a breath… Still no response…I whisper into her ears again “I can tell you don't like it , Jealousy sets off the red tint in your hair beautifully. Such a lovely sight “ smirking. I straighten reluctantly having a bit too much fun teasing her. I have a flashback of her pulling up her sexy black dress and reaching for her pussy for relief and my cock twitches again Merde! that was so hot, but nonetheless. I stare at her as her hand trembles on the arm rest, which tells me enough. She wants me too. Badly. That is enough temptation for one night.
I cup her face gently with my palm, keeping her eyes on me. She immediately shuts her eyes. Coward, I think to myself. You cannot run away from this. It will burn us both before we can ever think of a way of escaping it.
“Cat got your tongue, hmm?” I ask her, knowing fully well she will not answer. I hide a small satisfactory smile. “Come on. We are leaving.” I take a step back, offering her my hand. She opens her eyes again. Her eyes clash with mine. Fire races through my body and I glimpse the same fire in her blue eyes unrestrained and beautiful as she takes my hand reluctantly. Her pulse beats against my palm as we walk out of the private hall together.
Madame A gives me a smile, and I do not bother speaking to any of them. My focus is on the woman walking quietly by my side: silent, horny, defiant, furious. And I vow to myself: I will break her. She will crawl to me, beg me to take her. One day soon.