Chapter 97

Chapter 97
Genevieve
“Alonzo… you’re here…”
I barely turned before his hand caught my jaw. No warning. No words.
His mouth crashed into mine, stealing the air from my lungs.
The taste of whiskey hit first. Bitter and burning. 
His tongue forced its way in roughly. As if the kiss itself was punishment. 
His breath forced into my mouth until I couldn’t tell whose heartbeat was hammering louder.
 His hands slowly traced my curves, almost reaching my breast. He squeezed it hard. 
The moment I realised I was melting in his arms, I bit his lip. 
Hard enough to taste blood. 
Metallic. Warm. 
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even flinch.
He kept kissing me. His hands pinching my nipples over the fabric. 
“Alonzo…” I pushed at his chest. My voice broke between gasps. “What are you doing?”
He stared down at me. His pupils blew wide. “I told you,” he said quietly, “you can’t date anyone else.”
That same threat from the car. The same madness in his tone.
What right did he have to question me when he himself had been glued to that Celina?
“Why?” I snapped and glared at him with defiance. “Are you my boyfriend? My husband?”
He smiled dangerously. “Yes. Because you’re the mother of my child. And it drives me insane to know the mother of my child is out there, dressed for another man.”
The veins in his neck stood out. These eyes were bloodshot. 
For a second, I thought he might explode.
I wanted to throw back a sharp retort but the sight of him silenced me.
Under the dim gold lights, his black shirt clung to his chest. His collar open just enough to hint at the tattoos hidden beneath. The scent of him somwhat smoke and musk curled around me like sin.
Maybe it was the wine or maybe I was losing my mind but my knees weakened.
“Who I’m dating is none of your business,” I managed, though my voice shook. “My dad arranged this. I can’t cancel it.” 
His jaw flexed. “Then introduce me to him. Tell him we have a child together. Let’s see if he still dares to send you on dates.”
A bitter laugh escaped me. 
If only it were that simple. If only he knew the truth that one word to my father could ruin everything. 
Could trap me forever.
But before I could say a word, someone knocked on the door.
“Gene? You okay?” Walker’s voice floated in.
My heart froze.
“Yes, I’m fine!” I shouted, a little too fast.
God he was outside and he had no idea that I was inside with Alonzo.
“Oh… You’re taking a while. The meeting’s over. Thought I’d check.”
He sounded panicked. 
“No, it’s okay, I just need a minute,” I tried to speak casually even though I was in a lion’s den. 
A small mistake and I will be gone.
“Oh.. Then I’ll be waiting for you. The meeting is already over. We can have our date in private..” 
The shift in Alonzo’s face was immediate. His gaze slid to the door, then to me.
“So it's private now.” The fury in his voice was sharp. “You said it’s just a forced blind date.. But he sounds like..”
He paused, a word came out of his mouth was heavy. 
“Like He likes you..” 
“It’s not what you think,” I whispered. “Please, let me go—”
But he caught my arm and yanked me back into him.
“I’m not done.” His fingers dug into my skin. “I won’t let you have a private anything with him.”
Before I could reply, his hand tangled in my hair and his mouth found mine again.
This kiss wasn’t anger. It was a slow, devastating claim. 
His lips traced my neck. His lips sucked my skin, his teeth grazed my flesh. 
Moan escaped my lips. 
My body betrayed me; instead of pushing him away, I gripped his collar and dragged him closer.
His tongue licked the sweatbeads of my cleavage and for a moment, the room disappeared.
His touch after a month, I was craving it badly that I shamelessly let him do whatever he was doing.
“No…” the sound came empty. As if I don’t want him to hear it. 
He flipped me and turned me back. My flushed face reflected in the mirror and behind it was his. 
Monstrous. Desperate.
He stared at me and smirked. 
His hands pressed against my back and my hands almost hit the washbasin.
He yanked my frock up enough and gathered above my chest.
“What.. What are you doing?” I said, my eyes widened. I just came to sense that he was going to fuck me in this ladies washroom. When my blind date was just outside.
He leaned closer, enough that his lips touched my earlobes.
“Punish you…” His voice was hoarse. His hard swallowed cock hit my butt. 
“What?..” I shouted.. “No..” I shook my head.
My face turned cherry red. He pulled the frock and my boobs hung in the air.
“Yes, like that…” He stared at me from the mirror. “Remember everytime I fuck you, I want to see them jigling..” 
He touched my boobs from behind and my body stiffened. 
Alonzo pulled my panties down, and his eyes sparkled. I saw it through the mirror. The way his gaze fixed on my pussy, I could see he was going to fuck me harder.
I clenched my heart. 
Because even I was screaming and denying. Deep down I felt so excited. 
I wanted to be fucked. By him. Harder.