Chapter Forty-two

Alina’s POV

“What are you doing?” He asked as if he was oblivious to what I had been up to. I watched his gaze wander from my underwear to my face and then I blushed furiously and dropped my gaze to the ground.

“Nothing” I got off the bed refusing to cower in shame “A woman has needs.”

“Really?” He closed the door behind him and walked closer to the bed, taking in the view of my naked body, my flushed cheeks, the pink tip of my nipple poking above my dress.

“I don’t think you look too much like a woman who has needs” His voice was low and husky and I shivered.

“You should not be touching yourself.” he reached out and grabbed my shoulders stopping my movements

“Don’t! walk out on me either, you know you want this.” He pressed his thumb hard into my nipple rubbing it gently.

I struggled between giving in and standing up straight, fighting back the need that grew stronger and stronger by the second.

This is ridiculous. Why am I letting him dictate everything? What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I stand this?

His hands moved to my neck, pulling my head upwards looking at me in the eye, forcing me to meet his stare and look away from the bulging erection straining against his dark black jeans.

He bent down to capture my lips in a heated kiss, his hands running up and down my back.

I kissed back hungrily, letting him push me down onto the bed and climb on top of me.

The kisses were slow and loving as his hand slid beneath my panties, pressing his palm into the most delicious part of my cunt before sliding lower to rub lightly against my soaked core. I whimpered into his kiss, my legs wrapping around his waist as I wanted himto take me at that moment.

He smiled against my lips, pressing a kiss to my cheek, before lifting me slightly to press his mouth against mine once again.

As soon as our tongues met my stomach started tightening, my clit throbbing in anticipation. His lips parted from mine just enough to speak to me.

“Not tonight.”

“What?” I yelled back in disbelief.

He rolled off me to lie beside me and pulled the blanket over us. “I said not tonight.”

“Why?” I demanded, turning my head to glare at him as well as I could with the blanket tucked between our bodies.

He chuckled lightly at me, reaching his arm out and running his fingertips across my collarbone, tracing a lazy pattern in the same place his hand had touched.

“Because” he began “Tonight isn’t right. For one thing you have a lot going on and I don’t want to rush you and put you in a bad position.”

“We have been fucking before now. Since when do you care if I feel rushed?”

He sighed heavily, obviously annoyed that I wasn’t understanding what he meant.

“Get some sleep Alina.” He dismissed me like I was a child which pissed me off even more. I glared at him with the intent of telling him that I wasn't about to sleep but instead I got off the bed and picked up my nightie and put it on hastily.

I heard his chuckle echo from behind me as I turned around and pointed a finger at him. “If you dare laugh at me again, I will tear you into pieces and you know it!” I screamed. My eyes flashed dangerously in warning and my anger bubbled up to the surface.

He smirked and leaned back against the headboard, his arms crossed over his chest. He shook his head at me, still smiling.

“Yes darling, go to sleep. You need your rest.”

“Fuck you!" I threw his word back at him in a growling whisper.

I walked up to the closet, I needed to go for a walk or something, anything to get out of this room.

“Where are you going?” He called after me, his voice sounding amused.

I didn’t answer, but continued gojg through my closet until I found the perfect dress.

“I am going to get my needs somewhere else, you know I can.” All I wanted was to bruise his ego. It worked.

He jumped up from the bed and stormed towards the closet, grabbing me by my arm and throwing me forcefully to the bed. He stood over me, staring down with rage.

“How dare you!” He growled at me. I raised myself up, my chin up defiantly.

“I don’t need your permission.” I whispered harshly “And I certainly don’t need your pity” I stood up and he pulled me right back down, his lips crashing against mine.

It took me longer than usual to calm down after that outburst but eventually, I did.

He tore at my nightie, tearing it open.

He pushed my thighs apart, spreading them open with a knee planted on each side, then he sat down on them, pushing the remains of the dress off my hips. As soon as his mouth came in contact with my breasts I knew that it was all going to happen.

The heat and hunger, the need. The ache between my legs and the feeling of wanting his cock in me made me want to scream and sob in victory.

He placed his palms underneath my ass and lifted me, positioning my body over his cock while simultaneously moving his hips up and down, pushing himself deep inside me.

My legs wrapped tightly around his hips, holding on for dear life. The immediate entrance felt good. I could tell that he felt it too, he moaned out loud and his hips thrust even faster. My heart hammered wildly against my chest, my body tensing as the pleasure intensified. I let out a moan that escaped my lips in time with the rhythm of his hips slamming into mine. He groaned loudly as he thrust into me even further. He held my arms above my head and pinned me in place as he fucked me, grinding against me with every movement. I could feel my own body begin to tingle with pleasurable sensations as the orgasm washed over me.

"Fuck, Al." He whispered out in a harsh whisper as he released inside me and collapsed onto the mattress, panting.

I lay there for a long minute staring up at him, his eyes still glazed over with lust and desire. His breathing slowed and became shallow and shallow, as his eyes slipped closed.