Chapter 9

Lila's pov

I stared at him, my legs still rooted to the dark, but weighing my options. My brain told me to run,take his advice to leave and never turn back. Alexander is a monster even though he just partially admitted that he loved me.

Did I love him too? 

Was I ready to risk my life and heart just so I could claim him?

Could I afford putting him first above my own sanity?

Yes… I had never been sure about something more than I did at that moment. I wanted Alexander with every fiber of my being. Even if being with him felt like fire licking my skin.

Not even words could describe how much I desire him. So that was why I decided to shoe him in the way he would best understand.

With my eyes pinned on him, I lifted my hand to my blouse and began to unbutton it, from the first to the very last. I watched as his eyes followed the movement of my hand, his eyes getting darker and darker. My heart leaped with pride,knowing my body was beautiful enough to entice him…grab his attention even when there was a naked woman just behind, her legs spread wide for him. Inviting him.

Next, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall down to my knees. My nipples hardened against the tight grip of my bra, and I immediately unhooked them, releasing my heavy breast from its constraints.

“Fuck… little bird. What are you doing?” His voice came out breathless and I closed the space between us.

“Is this enough answer for you, daddy?” I said softly. His lips stretched into a smirk, and before I could read the look on his eyes, he grabbed my head and slammed his lips into mine.

His kiss was brutal, possessive, like he was claiming every inch of my mouth as his territory. Alexander’s tongue plunged deep, tangling with mine, tasting like whiskey and raw need. I melted into him, my bare breasts pressing against the crisp fabric of his shirt, my nipples hardening to aching points from the friction. His hands were everywhere, fisting my hair, gripping my ass, pulling me so tight against his hard body that I felt every ridge of his cock straining against his pants.

“Fuck, little bird,” he growled against my lips, breaking the kiss just enough to bite my bottom lip hard. Pain shot through me, mixing with the pleasure pulsing between my legs. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I did. I could feel it—the thick length of him grinding against my stomach, hot and insistent. My pussy clenched, empty and desperate, leaking down my thighs. I was so wet I could hear it when I shifted, the slick sound of my arousal filling the air.

My rival—Victoria,—watched from the behind him, her legs spread wide, fingers idly circling her own clit. She looked hungry, jealous, but I didn’t care. This wasn’t about her. This was about us. About me showing Alexander that I was his, body and soul, even if it meant sharing for a night.

He pulled back, eyes dark as midnight, scanning my naked body like I was a prize he’d won. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his thumb tracing my swollen nipple, pinching it hard enough to make me gasp. “So fucking responsive. My little nympho.”

I whimpered, arching into his touch. “Daddy… please…”

He smirked, that arrogant curve of his lips that always made me wetter. “You want me to fuck you in front of her? Show her who owns this pussy?”

Victoria moaned from the bed, her fingers speeding up. “Yes… let me watch. Let me join.”

Alexander glanced at her, then back to me. “What do you think, little bird? Should we let her play?”

I hesitated, jealousy twisting in my gut. But the thought of him fucking me while she watched, of proving I was the one he couldn’t resist sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs. “Yes… but only if you make me come first.”

He chuckled, low and dark. “Greedy girl. Get on the table.”

I obeyed, crawling onto the table, my ass in the air, pussy exposed and dripping. Victoria scooted closer, her eyes locked on me. Alexander grabbed my hips, positioning me on all fours, facing her.

“Watch how she comes apart for me,” he told Victoria, his voice commanding. Then his mouth was on me.

He spread my ass cheeks wide, tongue diving straight into my pussy, lapping at my juices like a man starved. I screamed, pushing back against his face, grinding shamelessly. His tongue fucked me deep, then flicked up to my clit, sucking hard while his fingers—two, then three—plunged into my hole.

“Fuck, Daddy, yes!” I cried, my tits bouncing with every thrust of his hand.

Victoria watched, biting her lip, her own fingers buried in her cunt. “Fuck she’s so wet… taste her ass too.”

Alexander growled, pulling his fingers out and spreading my juices up to my tight hole. His tongue circled my asshole, then pushed in, fucking me there while his thumb rubbed my clit.

I came instantly, pussy squirting all over his chin, body convulsing. “Oh God—Daddy—I’m coming!”

He lapped it all up, drinking me like wine.

Then he flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide.

“Victoria…come here.”

Alexander’s kiss with Victoria was filthy, his tongue plunging into her mouth to chase my taste, but his eyes stayed locked on me the whole time, dark and possessive, like he was showing me exactly what he owned. 

I lay there on the hard table, my body still trembling from the orgasm, pussy pulsing and empty, watching them with a twist of jealousy that only made me wetter. His hands fisted her hair, pulling her head back as he broke the kiss, then he turned to me, voice low and commanding. “Spread for her, little bird. Let her taste what’s mine.” I hesitated for a second, but my thighs fell open on their own, exposing my swollen, dripping pussy, slick with my own cum and his saliva from earlier.