Chapter 20 Chapter 20
Violet
“Liar” He murmured and I was shaking due to an emotion that had nothing to do with fear.
“I can smell your arousal, princess. I am sure the entire city could smell it right now.”
My eyes flew open and I instinctively pressed my legs closer.
“D-dont call me that” I squeaked.
“Princess? Though its good that you didn’t deny feeling aroused.”
I tried to glue my feet together and put my hands on my legs in a miserable effort to refute his claims.
“I…I” I stammered as his lips were now grazing the shell of my ear.
His voice was dangerously seductive and low and I had trouble focusing on his words over my heart trying to jump out of my mouth and splatter itself all over the floor.
“You only need to say the word, kitten. Say what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please” I groaned despite myself and his eyes lit up as a cocky grin appeared on his face.
“Please what?” He coaxed me.
“Kiss me”
Elijah didn’t mince words but grabbed my head and did exactly what I requested him to.
There are some things you can't truly describe no matter how hard you try, some experiences you can’t just truly comprehend.
Getting kissed by Elijah was like that. He didn’t do slow, or soft.
His kiss was pure fire and desire, lighting my veins up like fireworks.
The glass in his hand was long discarded and it clinked against the floor once before thudding softly upon the carpet.
The door of his room was still partly open, wider than the three inches it had been earlier when I was sneaking up on him and walked in when he noticed me.
That tattooed hand went up in my hair, grabbing my hair and tugging at it as he tilted my head back.
And the other went behind my back, holding me in place.
I felt him exhale, low and deep as he ran his hand in my hair, as he forced my mouth open with his.
Those full lips truly knew what they were doing, how they could smirk to evoke a reaction, how they could kiss and bring back a soul back to life.
I whimpered again as I felt him slam into me, pure muscle and strength. Our tongues collided and clashed but I gave up way too soon.
I was breathless and panting already and he had barely started kissing me.
Despite that, I wanted more.
I wanted him to devour me, wanted him to own me.
I had never felt hunger like this before, anger and irritation that somehow warped into something feral and intimidating.
“Aren’t you my good girl” His voice was like silk and my brain could only spare a second to wonder how many more adjectives was he going to use before he settled on one.
He could call me anything as long as he continued kissing me.
“Yes” I breathed and I saw him smile as he added.
“So lets try again, shall we?” the hand over my waist began dipping a bit lower as he whispered.
“When was the first time you wanted a kiss?”
I blanked out. It was hard to process the question, recall my memories that were now in some jumbled knot and answer him all while his fingers were drawing slow circles on thigh.
The tug on my hair was soft but insistent.
“In….your office” I managed to say as he began veering towards the spot that was aching for him.
“So this morning?”
I nodded, embarrassment and heat trying to fight for dominance over my heart and head.
His fingers were now on the hem of my dress, brushing idly.
“Y-yes” I breathed and his fingers dipped under the hem, now on my bare skin.
The feel of his fingers on my bare skin was nothing short of heavenly. That touch sent jolt of electricity through my body, straight towards my clit.
“See, I told you honesty has its perks”
I gave him a non-commital nod while trying to focus on all of the areas of my body where he was touching me.
That friction was delicious. And yet it wasn’t enough.
He was teasing me, amplifying the tension my poor nerves hadn’t anticipated when I heard a noise from outside.
The turning of the doorknob.
He heard it too.
Cassie!
He should have pushed away, I should be tidying my clothes and hair right now.
But he made no effort to move. Instead, he pressed closer.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, my eyes flying to the crack in the door through which I could see outside.
I should have closed the door. Rather, I should have never walked inside.
Nor admitted to wanting to kiss him.
But here I was now.
Cassie stepped out of her room and my ears craned to follow her muffled footsteps on the carpet. It was followed by the opening of another door and a soft light filling in the corner.
“Violet, are you there?”
I heard her ask and the same instant Elijah raised my dress to now sit over my waist, his fingers now touching my damp panties.
A moan escaped my lips and I quickly pressed my hand on my mouth.
“She is in the kitchen drinking water, wanna tell her you are here?” Elijah rasped and I shook my head wildly.
Cassie’s footsteps began retracing their way back to her room. And my heart almost leapt out of my throat when her door didn’t close.
She was hovering in the hallway.
Elijah’s fingers pushed the fabric of my panties aside and now were massaging my soaked clit.
Fuck!
My chest was heaving and my eyes were glued to the slightly open door, worried that she would storm in the room and see me like this.
She seemed to take a step closer to the door and I nearly passed out because Elijah suddenly rammed his finger inside me without any warning.
I bit my tongue so hard I thought I tasted blood.
What was wrong with him?
Most importantly, what was wrong with me?
My other hand flew to my mouth as well and I tried to suppress the moans he was hellbent on eliciting, the screams that would not make just Cassie but the entire city burst through the door.
I wanted him to stop. And I didn’t.
I was a hot mess and I could feel my muscles clench and unclench as he pumped in and out relentlessly.