Chapter 26 Warm my bed
RORY POV
"Come here." He flicked a finger, motioning me forward.
God please don’t let him rape me. God please.
I moved toward him. One careful step at a time. I watched his eyes track every movement, the sway of my hips, the bounce of my breasts with each step, the soft weight of my stomach, the fullness of my thighs moving against each other. His gaze traveled all of it with the focused attention of someone cataloguing something valuable.
Something he intended to keep.
I stopped when I was inches from him.
Before I could process what was happening he turned me around. My back pressed against the edge of the mahogany desk, his hand snaking around my waist, his fully clothed body pressing against my completely naked one. The fabric of his shirt against my bare nipples sent a shock through me that I felt all the way down.
It was sick. He was fully dressed and I was beneath him with nothing on and the power imbalance of it should have repulsed me.
It didn’t repulse me and I hated that more than anything.
His eyes dropped to my breasts. Stayed there. I felt my nipples tighten further under his stare, standing harder, and something liquid and warm pulled insistently between my thighs. I looked everywhere except at him. I couldn’t handle the heat of his eyes directly. Our position was so intimate it felt like something from one of my spicy books, the ones I read late at night when the apartment was quiet and I pretended my life was something else entirely.
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
“What’s your body count?”
The question was like a splash of cold water.
"What?"
"Your body count. How many men have been between your legs?" He used his free hand to catch my chin, forcing me to look at him.
I'd only ever been with Steve, and even that felt like a chore, a punishment. If I told him I was basically inexperienced, he'd see my innocence as another thing to break.
"T-ten!" | blurted out. I don't know why I picked ten. It sounded nothing like a number a "normal" woman would say.
Alexander's eyes turned into flint. "Lie to me one more time, Aurora, and I'll bend you over this desk and fuck the truth out of you."
The threat sent a violent shiver through my body. My core tingled with a terrifying mix of fear and... anticipation. I had to be losing my mind.
"J-just one," | admitted, The shame of it sat hot on my cheeks.
“One,” he repeated. Something moved through his expression. “Did you let him suck your nipples?”
Oh my God.
The words alone did something to me that I refused to examine in any detail.
“Uhm,” I said intelligently. “I don’t know.”
He stepped back, and before I could react, he tipped his glass. He poured the remaining whiskey over my chest. I yelped as the cold, stinging liquid hit my skin. The alcohol made my nipples even more erect, standing hard and dark against my pale skin.
“Lie to me one more time,” he said, setting the glass down on the desk beside my hip, “and it’s going to be my mouth on your tits instead.”
His mouth. On me? A rush of adrenaline made my head spin. Why did the thought make my stomach flip in a way that wasn't entirely bad?
"He did once," I confessed, my voice a broken whisper. "But he stopped."
"Why?"
"I told him to stop. He was... he was pulling too hard. It hurt."
Alexander let out a dark, low chuckle that vibrated in the small space between us. "Sucks to be him. If it were me, you'd be begging me never to stop."
My cheeks were on fire.
I could not believe I was standing naked in this man’s study telling him about my sex life while whiskey dried on my breasts and my thighs pressed together against the growing slickness between them.
He turned back to the bar, dismissing me as casually as he'd summoned me. "You'll be warming my bed every Thursday night. Keep that in mind."
"Alright."
A beat of silence.
“Get out.”
I scrambled. Grabbed the dress from the floor, pulled it over my head, shrugged the jacket back on. I gathered my bra and panties into a bundle in my hands and turned toward the door.
“Bring the panties.”
I stopped.
“What?”
“Your panties,” he said. “The flimsy material that covers your pussy. Bring it here.”
What kind of pervert behavior was this? What in the entire world was this man?
I walked back to his desk and placed them on the surface in front of him.
His fingers moved over the fabric slowly. Then he lifted them.
And inhaled.
Long. Deliberate. His eyes closing briefly like he was taking something in that he needed.
He inhaled my panties.
My jaw was somewhere on the floor.
He opened his eyes, opened his desk drawer and placed them inside. Then he closed it.
“Go.”
He wasn’t giving them back. I stared at that drawer for one long moment.
Then I turned and walked out of his study on legs that weren’t entirely steady, my heart racing somewhere in my throat, and the undeniable slickness between my thighs that had absolutely nothing to do with the whiskey he had poured on my chest.