He turns me in his lap, so I’m forced to look at him. He cups my cheek and looks into my eyes, his expression serious. “Elena, who am I?” he asks.
“You’re Alexander Kennedy.”
“Indeed. And who are you?”
“I… I’m your wife.”
He nods. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Anyone that messes with you—messes with me . And I? I’m not someone to be trifled with.”
He pulls away and looks into my eyes. “That company wouldn’t exist without your mother funding it. It’s rightfully yours, and I’m going to make sure it ends up in your hands. Besides, I can’t wait to see the look on Matthew’s face when I take everything from him.”
There it is. There’s the real motivation. I never asked him for my father’s shares. I only ever wanted my mother’s. He’s going after them because of Matthew.
Just like Matthew said, Alexander is using me. This time, he’s using me as an excuse. I’m tired of being used, but I’m even more tired of being helpless.
For years I was powerless, but not anymore, not with Alexander by my side.
I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him, startling him. The only thing he’s ever asked of me in return is my body, so I’ll give it to him, and I’ll do it with a smile on my face. Alexander grins against my lips and kisses me back. Before I know it, he’s got me lifted on top of his desk, my legs spread wide so he can stand between them.
“I can’t get enough of your lips. I’m not sure I can live without them for an entire week,” he whispers against my lips. “Come with me on my business trip.”
I look into his eyes and shake my head. “I can’t leave my mom. What if she needs me? You promised me you’d never restrict my access to her.”
Alexander sighs in resignation and buries his hand in my hair. He leans in and kisses me, eliciting a moan from me. His hands run over my body and I squirm when his fingers trail over my thigh. He pulls away, and the passion swirling through his eyes makes me want him even more.
I bite down on my lip and place my hands on his chest, the tips of my fingers tracing over the buttons. His muscles feel so hard underneath my palms, and I love the feel of him.
He watches me, as though he’s wondering what I’ll do, and I yank on his tie, pulling him back toward me. He’s grinning when his lips come crashing back down on mine, and I close my legs around him.
Alexander moans and pushes up against me, sending a thrill through my body. I unbutton his shirt, a desperation I’ve never felt before making me frantic. He shrugs out of his shirt and pushes my dress up until it’s bunched around my waist.
“Elena,” he whispers, sounding just as needy as I’m feeling. He groans when I unzip his suit pants, but it isn’t enough. I want more of him.
His fingers brush against my wetness just as I wrap my hand around him, and my eyes flutter closed in delight. “I need you,” I moan. “Now. Please.”
He pushes my underwear aside roughly and slips a finger into me, the way he did at Vaughn’s. The way he plays my body is insane.
“So needy,” he whispers. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
I yank on his clothes and pull him closer, making him smirk. “Always so hungry for my cock,” he groans, lining himself up against me. His eyes are on me as he pushes into me, and I whimper impatiently. He’s taking his sweet time filling me up, loving how he’s driving me crazy.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Taking my cock like that.”
He pulls back almost all the way and then slams into me, finally giving me what I want. I moan in delight and Alexander buries his hand in my hair, pulling me closer. He kisses me roughly, and I lose myself in him.
“Tell me how you want it, baby. I want you to come for me,” he says, his lips lingering on mine.
“Just like this,” I tell him. “More.”
He grins and grabs my thighs, slamming into me harder, the pressure building higher and higher. The way he looks at me almost pushes me over the edge.
I grab his hair and kiss him harder as my muscles start to contract, a powerful orgasm rocking my body. Alexander’s lips smother my moans and his grip on my hair tightens, his own release not far away. “Elena,” he groans, increasing the pace. The way he moans when he comes undoes me. It’s the sexiest thing, seeing him like this.
He exhales and drops his forehead to mine. “You have me hooked on your pussy,” he tells me, and I smile at him. “I’m going to hate being away from you next week. I understand you can’t leave your mother, but damn, baby. How am I supposed to survive without feeling you come all over my cock?”
Alexander leans in and kisses me, slow and deep, before pulling away. He looks at me like I’m all he can see.
When he looks at me this way, I’m convinced that what we’ve got is more than he’s willing to admit to himself. He gives me hope, and that’s the one thing I cannot afford to have.
Chapter 29
E lena
I’ve been restless all week. I’m used to not hearing from Alexander during the day, but I always know he comes home to me. Even when we don’t talk for days, I know it’s me he falls asleep with. Now that he’s on a business trip, there’s been no contact between us at all. I’m tempted to call or text him, but he told me not to bother him unnecessarily, and I don’t want to overstep. I didn’t think I’d miss him… but I do.
“Earth to Elena,” Luce says.
“Sorry, I zoned out again.”
He shakes his head at me, annoyed. He’s been updating me on his love life, and all it’s done to me is make me worry about my own. I sip my tea and lean back into my regular chair at our local coffee shop.
“Your mind is as absent as my brother is.”
“Have you spoken to him this week?” I ask, unable to help myself.
Lucian shakes his head. “Nah, but I know he speaks to Mom every day. Hasn’t he called you?”
I shake my head. “Do you think he’s just ignoring me?”
Lucian shrugs. “I dunno. Maybe he finally figured out you have a huge crush on him and it freaks him out.”
I slap his arm lightly. “Shut up.”
“Don’t worry, baby sis. When it comes to emotions, my brother is a bit slow.”
I roll my eyes. “We’re the same age, moron.”
He shrugs. “I’m like, three months older.”
“Whatever.”
It hurts just a little that Alexander does seem to have time for phone calls, yet he hasn’t even texted me. I wish I’d told him I’d come with him when he first mentioned the trip, but I’m too scared. I’m too scared my mom might need me, and I’d be too far away.
“Elena, you remember our pact, right?” Lucian says, snapping me out of my thoughts. “It’s childish, I know, but still…”
I nod, my expression turning serious. Lucian always knew about my crush on Alexander growing up. We used to fantasize about becoming siblings when I’d marry his brother, and we’d made each other countless promises just in case it ever actually happened. Even though most of our promises were childish, there’s one I know Lucian will want me to keep.