Chapter 55: I Always Knew

Chapter 55: I Always Knew
Chapter 55: I Always Knew

EVANGELINE

Breathless and motionless, I feel my entire body tremble as his fingers slide beneath my dress.

His touch, his muffled breathing growing heavier with every passing second, and the heat consuming my body make it impossible to think clearly.

I should stop him, but all I do is grip the fabric of the suit jacket beneath me when his fingers reach the apex of my thighs.

With my eyes closed, I try to ignore how sensitive my nipples are and how my entire body is begging him to continue.

Then I feel his fingers glide over my panties, destroying any remaining shred of sanity.

I bite my lip, trying to suppress a moan as the warm, pleasurable sensation spreads through my body, making my skin throb.

But it’s the almost unsettling sound escaping his throat—somewhere between a satisfied groan and a growl—that sends a shiver through me.

He begins to move his fingers, pressing and teasing, making my body surrender.

I try to suppress any sound, but a moan escapes amidst my ragged breathing.

“Shhh,” he whispers, leaning against my ear as he moves his fingers in slow circles.

I know this is wrong, but I can’t stop.

“Please…” I plead, beside myself.

“What do you want?” he whispers, moving them faster and harder.

“Aleksander…”

Stopping the circular motion, he slides them lower, finding my wetness.

“I always knew.”

The deep, muffled whisper vibrates through my body, and even amid the chaos in my mind, a part of me still can’t believe what’s happening.

That he’s…

Touching me like this.

“Please…” I murmur.

“What made you like this?” His fingers remain still, feeling my arousal, driving me insane. “The game? The mask?”

“Aleksander…”

“Me?”

“You…”

A rough, deep sound escapes his throat.

Then I feel my dress being lifted, exposing my ass. His fingers caress one side before disappearing.

The metallic sound of his zipper being opened makes my body shudder in anticipation.

I open my eyes, feeling the hand resting beside my body move.

When it returns to the ground, I notice the small shiny packet lying on the grass.

God…

Gripping my hip with his other hand, I feel the weight of his body increase against mine. His hand slides from my hip to between my legs and pulls the fabric of my panties aside.

And without any hesitation, he drives his hips forward, forcing his way inside me.

Oh my God…

Arching my back, I use my arm to muffle a moan as I feel him slide deeper, slowly, making my mind unravel a little more with every inch while my skin burns as though liquid heat is flowing through my veins.

Reaching my limit, he stops for a moment, remaining still, filling me entirely.

When he moves again, slowly pulling back, I bite my arm, unable to control my moans.

The next thrust makes my mind spin.

“I want to hear you.” He growls against my ear, the weight of his body nearly crushing mine as he pulls my arm away from my face and pins it behind me.

Threading his right hand into my hair at the nape of my neck, he resumes his movements, driving his hips forward violently this time.

Tearing a pleading moan from me.

He groans in response. The deep, rough sound combined with his explosive movements pushes me closer to the edge.

So wet that even his violent thrusts glide with ease.

I can’t take it anymore.

“Aleksander…” I plead, turning my face in search of any sign of him.

His movements slow until they stop completely, the sound of his ragged breathing cutting through the silence around us.

Suddenly, he turns my body over, catching me off guard.

The sight of the mask makes my stomach tighten. Instinctively, I raise my hands to remove it while he adjusts his hips between my legs.

But he stops me, catching my wrists and pinning them above my head.

And before I can regain my senses, he slides inside me again, even deeper this time.

But now the disturbing mask is staring back at me, making me want to close my eyes.

But I can’t.

I can’t escape what it makes me feel.

The memories.

The fear…

“Aleksander…” I murmur, focusing on the dark blue eyes behind it, reminding myself of who is really there.

And yet, in a different way, it still feels unreal.

Keeping my gaze locked on his, I feel my body consumed by heat once more, every thrust pushing me closer to insanity.

So deep.

So warm…

Nothing should feel this right and this wrong at the same time.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispers between our ragged breaths.

But I don’t look away.

Unable to form a single thought or find a single word.

I’m nothing but gasps, murmurs, and moans, lost in his blue eyes.

“Aleksander…” I plead between his movements.

Without stopping, he keeps my hands pinned with only one of his while using the other to remove the mask, finally allowing me to see his face.

God...

His expression...

His lips...

“Please…” I beg, wanting to feel more of him.

Leaning further over me, his movements become even more intense, or maybe it’s just the weight of his gaze, making me hotter, more unhinged.

His lips are so close, yet they never touch mine.

It’s torture.

Hitting the same spot.

Making my head spin in a spiral of madness as I stare at his face.

His gaze…

Dark.

Wild.

“Beautiful…” he murmurs.

I surrender, my body arching as I come undone beneath him.

The sound of my moan is followed by his, deeper and wilder as he comes apart with me.

The weight of his body collapses over mine.

For one brief moment, we’re nothing but heat and ragged breaths.

Until the weight of his body eases once more, forcing me to open my eyes and find him staring at me.

Dazed and still trembling beneath him, I can’t decipher his expression. I simply close my eyes again, trying to steady my breathing.

✻

“Can you stand?” he asks a moment later, pulling me back to reality.

Opening my eyes, I look at him and nod.

After getting to his feet, he helps me do the same.

While I straighten my dress, he bends down to pick up my heels and his suit jacket from the ground.

"Let's go," he says as he rises.

I follow him.

Part of me relieved to finally leave this place behind.

With every step through the maze corridors, I feel my reason returning, and with it, uncertainty and a strange tension that grows stronger with every passing second.

The silence weighs heavily.

Aleksander doesn’t say a single word during the walk back through the garden.

And neither do I.

When we reach the front of the house, Grant appears almost magically at the top of the main staircase.

“Take her home,” Aleksander orders, handing him my heels as soon as he approaches.

What?

What is he…?

Casting me one final glance, he turns his back on us and starts climbing the stairs.

Without looking back.

He simply walks away.