24 ALICIA

My legs trembled the moment I saw him draw his weapon, and that's when I fully understood the predicament I had gotten myself into with Elijah Morgan. I watched him drive the car in complete anger, and there was simply nothing I could do about it except pray a few prayers to prevent any accidents.

"Elijah," I tightly shut my eyes to avoid looking at the road. "Please slow down."

"No, I'll take you home, and if necessary, I'll lock you in the tallest tower so you never leave," he replied.

"Stop being ridiculously jealous. All of this is your fault for rejecting me!" I reminded him.

"You should have warned me that you were a virgin!" he retorted.

"Excuse me, but I don't go around proclaiming that I'm a virgin and a prude!" I countered. "But I do enjoy pleasuring myself, feeling the orgasm course through my body and how I feel afterward, and..."

Elijah abruptly stopped the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and did the same for me. I let out a small cry as he lifted me and seated me on his lap. He took hold of the back of my neck and then pressed his lips against mine, and I didn't resist. I seized the opportunity to move on top of him, and his hand immediately went to my hips to guide my movements. Just below me, I felt his cock begin to harden, and my clitoris throbbed, eager to be set free.

Elijah Morgan was the only man who had ever caused this kind of havoc in me. It was as if I simply lost control, forgot everything I had learned during my religious upbringing, and let the devil himself possess me, and that devil was Elijah.

Grateful at this moment that my dress gave him all the access he needed to touch me as he pleased, I pushed aside my neckline, revealing my breasts. Elijah pulled away from my lips, and I could see the lust in his face. His lips were pink from our passionate kiss.

"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," he said in a soft whisper. "You're simply perfect—your beautiful red hair, the tiny freckles on your nose, your full lips that make me want to kiss them all the time, your perfect body that makes me want to kill any man who looks at you the way I am now. Alicia, you don't understand the power you have over any man; you can have anyone, the best man in the world, not a scoundrel like me, but still, you chose me."

"It's not like you gave me many options," I joked, and he laughed. "But even choosing you, you don't want to make me yours."

"Because... Alicia, I don't fuck virgins," he said with severity. "I don't like vanilla sex; I fuck hard, I spank, I spit, I pull hair, I pinch nipples, and a whole lot of things that... you won't like, and you'll see me as a monster."

"What is vanilla sex?" I asked.

"It's conventional sex, everything that falls within the range of normal and boring," he scoffed. "That's probably what you want."

I looked him directly in the eyes, then lifted myself from his lap and moved to the back of the car. I removed my dress, leaving myself completely naked, and spread my legs, revealing my pussy in all its glory. Elijah's eyes lit up.

"So, you're going to watch while I touch myself conventionally," I said.

I brought two of my fingers to my mouth, wet them with my saliva, and then brought them to my pussy to put on the best show for Elijah. I arched my back as I began to rub my wet fingers over my pussy. The sensation was different from what Elijah made me feel with his fingers, but I liked it.

"Alicia, please don't do this," Elijah pleaded.

"I'm sorry, I can't stop," I replied, rubbing my fingers even faster. "And you can't stop me because this is conventional."

I smirked at him, and he simply growled while continuing to watch me. I knew he was dying to touch me and taste the elixir that flowed from my dripping pussy. I knew his patience wouldn't last long, and what better way to test it than by having an orgasm without his help.

"Elijah," I moaned.

"What, love?" he responded without taking his eyes off me.

"I'm going to come," I said as my toes curled, and my thighs began to tremble.

"God, Ali," Elijah was by my side in an instant, replacing my hand with his own without warning, and he slid a finger into my pussy, causing me to release a loud gasp of surprise.

"Eli!" I looked at him sitting beside me, his face noticeably ecstatic from feeling my insides.

"You feel so tight," he murmured, moving his finger in and out. "Does it hurt?"

"No," I shook my head, in fact, it felt quite good, and I wanted more. "Keep going, faster," I begged.

"Darling, you just said the magic words."

Elijah adjusted himself and started moving his finger forcefully and quickly. I let out a loud moan that I'm sure could be heard all down the street. I dug my nails into Elijah's arm and simply focused on feeling all those sensations of being on the edge of an orgasm.

"Don't stop, please," I moaned as I felt myself on the brink of releasing all of my pent-up desire.

"Come on, love, give me your orgasm," Elijah whispered as he continued to move his finger

My audacity grew when I noticed the bulge in his pants. I reached for the zipper and released it. His cock didn't take long to spring free, revealing its size and thickness. I took it in my hands, and Elijah let out a hiss. It was so big that I couldn't even grip it with one hand, and my movements were clumsy. But I saw him enjoying it, and that empowered me even more. However, I felt him place his hand on my abdomen, and a rush spilled out of me followed by a loud moan.

My body moved involuntarily, and my legs closed in an attempt to contain whatever was coming out of me, but Elijah prevented it. His finger continued moving inside me, and I was on the verge of fainting.

"Please!" I brought my hands to his to stop him.

"I'm going to take you to the edge," he tried to free his hand from my grip, but I didn't allow it.

"Enough!" I cried out in a sob.

"Just hold on a bit longer," his words sounded like a plea, but I couldn't take it anymore.

"No, please, stop!" I sobbed, and I had reached my limit.

My sobs became louder, and Elijah stopped. Tears welled up, and I immediately began to feel like the dirtiest person, with judgment gnawing at my mind. I pushed Elijah aside between sobs and grabbed my dress to cover myself and avoid being naked.

"Ali," Elijah said, trying to approach me, but I moved away.

"Please don't touch me right now," I pleaded.

"I can't..."

"I told you to stop!" I shouted. "And you didn't!"

Elijah looked at me somewhat bewildered, as if he were battling with the voice in his head.

"It's better if I take you home."

Elijah stepped out of the car, adjusted his pants, and then got into the driver's seat, starting the car. Neither of us said anything about what had just happened. I stared out the window in silence, crying quietly. I didn't really know what Elijah had been thinking when he continued something that had already ended. My crotch hurt a bit, and at the same time, I could feel that my legs were damp. I didn't really know what had happened to my body, but it was definitely something completely different.

Soon, we entered the sprawling Morgan estate, that small metropolis I had struggled to leave hours earlier, and now I was back in the same place. Elijah stopped the car, and without waiting for anything from him, I quickly got out of the car and ran toward the room.

I entered the bathroom and immediately took a long shower, trying to forget what had happened moments ago. When I touched my pussy, I felt a slight burning sensation, but I didn't give it much importance. I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and walked to the large closet where my suitcase was still as I had left it. I put on my pajamas and then went to the bedroom, where Elijah was sitting on the bed, looking at the floor.

"I'm leaving," he said first. "I have some important issues to deal with."

"Go ahead, you don't need to ask for my permission to leave," I mocked.

Elijah gets up from the bed and walks towards me. I'm not entirely sure what he wants to convey with the expressions on his face, but I feel a slight twinge of pain.

Elijah leaves the room, leaving me completely alone.