Chapter 8

Chapter 8

DIANA THORTON

When I was younger, I was a fan of fairytales, mostly because they had a happy ending. I remember watching all of those with my foster mum before she died. I knew then that I wanted my life to be just as perfect. I was abandoned in front of an orphanage and couldn't find a stable home for nearly a decade until the Thortons adopted me. For someone like me who's had her life flawed from birth, I know wanting a fairytale ending is far-fetched but the Thortons taught me otherwise.

They were God-sent. They loved me genuinely and it sucks how death took the one family I called my own, away from me.

Alexander's hotel room was right above the ballroom. Alex was smart enough to suggest we walk on the red carpet separately to avoid the gossip-hungry and prying eyes of the paparazzi. He also gave me a card to book a room in Whitelorn. I felt like one of his girls and I know that that should be more than enough deal breaker but, I am mesmerized by my boss.

I have never seen this side of him before plus, he was attracted to me. The great Alexander Stone is attracted to his assistant. What are the odds?

The moment he whispered all the things he wanted to do to me, was the moment I lost every rational and sane thought.

This is one of the nights I get to throw caution to the wind and act impulsively. Hell, everything I had done since Caroline's call was not properly planned, one more would be a icing on the cake.

My body called for him in ways I never thought existed. I was eager to experience all the things he'd mentioned. This was my little fairytale moment and I wanted it to happen.

For once in my life, I am not thinking about Gabriel or my future, only thoughts about the present filled my senses.

After getting a pass to my room which was on the same floor as Alexanders, I step into the hallway realizing he hadn't told me his room number.

"Right here mystery lady" The sound of his voice sent chills down the spine of my naked back. I turn around to face him. He's standing outside his room and has taken off his suit jacket. He had just the stained white shirt, his trouser and the mask on. I am tingling, throbbing and aching for him. Looks like I can't blame Celeste much because here I am, about to sleep with my boss while tangled up in a complicated situation with my boyfriend. Does that make me hypocritical?

I jam my lips shut, afraid that he'll see how desperate I needed this before making quick strides to meet him and avoid getting seen.

The moment we enter his room and he shuts the door, I take a deep breath to go over the rules one last time. That it's a one-time thing, no exchange of numbers, no names and that it would be more thrilling if we never see each other again.

One fuck

Behind the mask

And goodbye before midnight

But I don't have the chance to utter as little as a sound except a gasp because the moment he shut the door, he whirls me around and pins me against the wall. Usually, I don't maintain a long eye contact with my boss but here I am, going against my rule because a few hot seconds aren't enough to feed my eyes and he's got me trapped in his too.

He's staring intently at me, eyes digging into my soul, one arm around my waist and the other around my neck.

There are words and phrases in that gaze, a book maybe. And while I'm careful not to indulge and delve into the pages as well as decrypt its code, a tiny part of me wanted to read his thoughts. What was he thinking at the moment?

"You should know this. I don't make love. I fuck.hard."

He slowly locked lips with mine as if he were trying to be careful not to hurt me. The kiss was gentle and precise. It opened the gate to a magical land that has me or maybe the two of us spellbound.

He tilted my neck to the other side and there it was, full access to my entire mouth. My body felt alive and was burning with passion. He was wearing a shirt and the room was cold but I could feel the heat that emanated from him. Jesus! My boss was everything I needed at that moment.

He eased off the kiss and smiled.

"Why are you smiling?" I ask

"Because now, I am going to fuck you" Something about his eyes changed to a dangerous gaze.

Like a man on a rampage, he crashed his lips on mine. He wasn't gentle this time. He was rough and I liked the flexibility.

He turns me around so that my breasts would heave against the wall.

My consciousness is telling me not to surrender to this because I might not be able to escape his clutches, even if I wished to. But my subconscious was telling me to do the opposite. It is not in my good girl genes to want this, however, I can't help the subconscious tremors rushing through me.

Logically, I shouldn't be doing this because he's my boss and even though he didn't know who I was, it still felt wrong. But, I had long decided that it was a secret I'll take to my grave.

My breath comes fast and uncoordinated as my heated cheeks lay flat on the surface of the wall.

"This dress was made for you" He commented as he trailed a finger along the spine of my back before tangling my hair in one tress and yanking my head back. As if that wasn't enough to send me into a state of hyper-awareness, Alexander shut the space between us and there's something hard poking against my back. It's his erection, massive and ready and holy shit, it just twitched.

His fingers trace the line of the triskele tattoo on my back.

"What does it mean?" He asks

"Strength" I respond

His teeth find my earlobe and he bites down. I am drunk on his scent of cologne, the discrete yet oud quality to it. I am held hostage by his relentless grip and savage beauty and the fact that I am completely at his mercy draws a shudder from deep within me.

He’s still licking my earlobe, nibbling, assaulting it with his tongue when he whispers.

“What do you like?”

“The no-strings-attached part,” I answer back

“I like that, too, but do you know what I like about it the

most?”

“What?” My voice is too breathy and it has everything to do with his hold on me, with the way his thumb grazes my pulse point and pushes down as if emphasizing it.

“That I can do whatever I want.” His voice becomes raspy and it’s grabbing me in a chokehold, or maybe it’s his words.

Maybe it’s a combination of both.

Either way, I’m trapped in a state I’ve never experienced, and for the life of me, I can’t decide whether that’s good or

bad.

All I know is that not knowing my name and deciding this is a one-time thing makes me lose all my inhibitions.

“You’ll let me, won’t you, beautiful?”

“Yeah…” I trail off because I wasn’t thinking when I agreed. Or maybe I haven’t been thinking during this whole

night. I want to blame it on the alcohol, but who am I to blame the poor Negroni and Paloma?

“Now, tell me, are you a virgin?”

The sudden question freezes my limbs and causes my pulse to roar and throb in my veins, right beneath his hold.

“Why are you asking?” I speak so low, I’m surprised he can hear me.

“I don’t do virgins plus, I get the idea that you might be one. Are you?”

“No,” I whisper and hope he takes it as if I’m too overwhelmed with sensations, not something else.

I think it worked, because he turned me back to face him, and pushed his knee between my thighs.

“Open your legs.” My nerve endings pulse at the arousal in his tone, at how

absolutely sinful he sounds when he’s taken off guard.

I managed to shuffle my legs a little.

He takes me in hungrily, again.

I barely get the chance to register what happens next because he was everywhere on my body. Groping my ass, pinching my nipples through my dress, caressing my skin as if he were in a hurry to get it done with.

On my feet, I tremble. I am actually doing this.

He continued to kiss me and I froze absolutely at his touch as he cradled my jaw in his palms.

I dig my nails into his dark hair while the kiss deepened and made for his bare back through his shirt. He abruptly stops me.

"Just like you have rules, I have one too. I can't let you touch or see my back. The mask remains on like you want and my shirt remains on like I want"

I hold back and continue the kiss without asking questions or pressing further.

I was in a state of euphoria and every other thing around me didn't exist. It's just me and him in my world.

He rips a condom out of his pocket.

Thank God he had that.

"Do you always go out prepared?" I said with a giggle.

"I always have them because I always need them"

Ouch. I definitely felt that. The gnawing pang of jealousy which is a crucial emotion people feel before falling in love. Pull yourself together and suck it up, Diana. He's your freaking boss.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked again

"For fuck sake I want this" I stressed.

"Are you sure you can take me?" He asked as he unzipped and freed his cock.

"Hmm hmm" I swallow air as if mentally preparing myself ahead.

He turns me around and quickly strips me off my dress.

"You are beautiful"

That was the last sane thing I heard before my eyes bulged open at the entry of his length. I don't know how dicks are measured but it lives up to what he said.

He is big. His width and length filled me to his shaft and owned me with every deep thrust. His hands find my tits and he fondled with one while my hips bucked as he increased his pace, thrusting hard and fast.

I can think of the cons in the morning but for now, I wanted to stay in the bliss and comfort of my recklessness.

Consequences be damned.

"You are so warm and I want those tits in my mouth" he groaned and his words were enough to make me peel my skin out. I wanted his mouth around my breast, sucking, licking, teasing, and all sorts.

He turned me around to face him again before lifting me so that my legs would rest on each of his waist.

He takes me in hungrily into his mouth while I rubbed my hips against his.

God! I feel like a sex-starved fucking bitch.

I could feel his erection straining inside me. I let out a whimper as the world spun around me.

Fuck.

When I gasped, it was in his mouth because it had sealed over mine. As his tongue thrust into my mouth, I pressed my chest into his, feeling the pounding heartbeat inside his rock-hard skin. I felt enclosed, hemmed in, disoriented and completely absorbed as if he were weaving a spell on me.

Transfixed, my eyes fluttered close as my body was awakening with a thrill.

You sex-starved bitch.

I swallowed air, waiting for him.

He bucked his hips faster against mine, his impatience evident. He slammed in and out of my cunt like a man possessed.

His tongue makes a fast, languid discovery of my mouth as he progressed deeper as if to engrave my mouth with his mark; staking his claim, marking his territory. The kind of imprint I'll carry in my soul, steady as a heartbeat, forever.

Oh, God. I cried the instant he took my nipples into his mouth, again. Biting and sucking them hard enough to let me moan. As if it was the nudge he needed, he trusted faster and deeper.

No tiny shard of second guesses can pierce through the haze of desire that fogged my mind and vagina.

"Ow!" The pain was bright and unexpected, but I didn't have time to process it —

Alexander was driving for home. A stinging smack across my ass coupled with the friction of his cock, not to mention the insane twirl of his tongue on the bud of my tits, sent me over the edge.

"Fuck..." I cried

"I am going to ask you again because I didn't get a direct answer earlier.... tell me what you like"

I was heaving raggedly. The moment he fastened the motion, I came undone.

"I would like you to fuck my brains out" I cried out

"That wasn't hard, was it?" I wished I could slap that smirk off his face because clearly, he was enjoying the torture.

Curling my leg around his hip, I lept the moment his thrust became more insistent and he growled, an animal sound of satisfaction. Fuck...yes...

He filled me, bucking his hips and stroking a space inside me.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he thrust in, his huge cock claiming me.

My hips came down hard, meeting him thrust for thrust as waves of desire continue to travel the insides of my body.

"Fuck..." His thrusts became harder and deeper, and I cried out as he plunged deeper, loving the feeling of being completely overpowered.

I started quaking from deep within. His cock stroked me inside, rough, driving and claiming. My body hummed with the vibration of Alexander as his thrust got harsher and more urgent, and I heard him cursing and grunting as his release gathered.

I bucked my hips, taking him all the way in, letting him claim me, possess me, own me from the inside out.

His cock hit me just at the right angle and I cried.

"Fuck..."

His whole body tensed.

He came, his hot seed shooting deeply through my channel. My core spasmed as it greedily drank every ounce of him in. My whole body shuddered, my orgasm enveloping his.

After a moment, he released my hands, pulled out, and put me tightly against his pounding chest, kissing me and holding my waist tight.

"That was incredible" His voice was ragged.