My brother grins at me, and I realize he must’ve said something. I hate that his face annoys me these days. I love my brother to bits, but I hate having him around my wife. Elena seems to bask in his attention. If I were to stay away longer, would she stray like Jennifer did? Would she leave me for my own brother?
“What?” I snap.
Lucian groans, annoyed that he’s got to repeat himself. “I said, don’t you think Elena looks beautiful today? I picked her entire outfit. Top to bottom.”
I give her a once over, and her cheeks redden slightly. “Entire outfit? Isn’t it just a dress? It’s beautiful, by the way.”
Elena’s smile drops, and I realize I complimented her dress, but not her. Rookie mistake. “You’re gorgeous, Buttercup. As always.” Some of the frost in her eyes melts, and she smiles at me, making my heart beat just a little quicker.
“Yes, her entire outfit. What, did you think she was naked underneath?” Lucian says, and my mother coughs, sending him a warning look at the same time that Elena hits his arm, her entire body tensing. I’m tempted to pull my brother over the table and demand clarification on his statement.
“Are you trying to tell me you picked out Elena’s lingerie?” I ask him, staring him down. My voice sounds harsher than I intended it to, and I watch his eyes widen slightly. I can tell he didn’t expect me to react as strongly as I did, and he doesn’t answer my question. I look at my wife instead. “Elena?” I ask. She doesn’t reply either and looks down at her plate. It’s like I’m back in the past, the two of them putting up a united front against me. Except this time, Elena should have been on my side.
I drop my cutlery and let it clatter onto my plate loudly. I sit back, folding my arms over my chest. I see Elena and Lucian glance at each other, both looking panicked, and I have my answer.
“Why exactly are you picking out my wife’s lingerie?” I ask Lucian, pinning him down with a stare.
“I… he… Luce is just joking, Alexander.”
I glare at Elena, annoyed that she’s calling me Alexander instead of Alec, yet she calls Lucian Luce .
She’s my wife, yet it’s my brother she has a nickname for. The worst thing is that it’s my own fault. I’m the one that took away her rights to my nickname in a childish fit, telling her we weren’t close enough for her to call me Alec.
I stare at Elena, and I wait for her telltale sign. There it is. She blinks twice. She’s done that whenever she lies ever since she was five, and I doubt she even realizes it.
I feel my anger rise. I’m usually well in control of my emotions. I’m known for my poker face and leaving emotions out of my decisions. I couldn’t have helped my grandfather grow the family business into what it is today without that. But as soon as it involves Elena, all my famed rationality goes out the window.
“Elena, a word please,” I say, tipping my head toward the stairs. “Excuse us, Mother.”
She nods at me, a smile on her face, and I get up. I head toward the stairs without checking if Elena is following. I walk slowly, trying my very best to regain control over my emotions, Elena’s heels clicking behind me.
I close the door behind her and lead her straight past the sitting room, into the bedroom. She’s fidgety, something that hasn’t changed either. She always used to fidget whenever she knew she did something wrong. “Sit,” I tell her, pointing to the bed. She sits down at the edge, and I kneel on the floor in front of her.
“Explain. I told you to get the thought of being with anyone else out of your mind. That I won’t tolerate rumors about you. So why the fuck is my brother insinuating that he picked out your underwear? Did you forget who you belong to in the week I was gone? Do I need to fucking remind you?”
I push her legs apart slowly and watch her dress ride up to her thighs. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop me. As her legs part, the tiniest scrap of white lace I’ve ever seen comes into view.
“What the fuck?”
Chapter 31
A lexander
There’s a gap between the two sides of her underwear, exposing the middle of her perfectly smooth pussy. The thought that my little brother picked out this sexy little thing for her sickens me, and the thought that she’s wearing this for him sends pure uncontrollable rage through my veins. I pull her to her feet and turn her around, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor.
“Alexander! What are you doing?”
My eyes are drawn to her perfectly full ass that’s pretty much exposed except for the tiny piece of white string that disappears between her deliciously full ass cheeks. Her hair falls almost to her ass, only just about exposing the dimples on her lower back. I turn her around and push her back onto the bed. She sits down in the same place she was before, covering her breasts with her arms and clenching her legs tightly together.
I grab her thighs and part them, lowering myself so I can kneel between them, and she lets me.
“I said explain .”
I grab her wrists and pull her arms away from her chest, my breath hitching when I see what she’s hiding. My eyes are on her barely covered breasts. The sheer white lace covering them does nothing to hide them. If anything, it highlights her dark, hard, nipples. I can barely keep myself from putting them in my mouth, and I know I’ll need a taste before the night is over. I glance down at her exposed pussy and lick my lips.
“Alexander, I…”
I bury a hand in her hair and place my lips on her breast, flicking my tongue over her nipple through the lace fabric. She gasps, and I watch her squirm.
“Alec. From now on, you’ll call me Alec at all times.”
“Alec,” she moans my name as I softly bite down, enjoying her response. I lean back to look at her flushed face.
“Lucian knows you’re mine, and he still had the guts to go shopping with you for this ?” I say, waving over her body to indicate her lingerie. She bites down on her lip and looks down.
“You can’t tell me he picked this out for you without wondering what you’d look like in it.”
I trail a finger from her chest down to her stomach and keep going down the middle of her pussy until I reach her slit.
“He wouldn’t,” she whispers. It takes me a moment to remember what she’s talking about.
“Oh, no? Why wouldn’t he? Did you model it for him?”
I see the panic in her eyes and my heart drops. Fuck , she’d better not have. I push her shoulder softly, and she falls back on the bed before she has a chance to answer.
I lean in, and before she can react, I trail my tongue down the middle of her pussy, shutting her up. “Mm,” I moan at the same time as Elena. I lick circles around her clit and fuck her with my tongue, taking my time to drive her insane.
“Ah… Mm, I can’t. Please. Oh, God .”
She buries her hands into my hair, as though she wants to pull my head away but can’t get herself to. I get her close several times, only to stop and start all over again. I make sure to frustrate the hell out of her, refusing to let her come. She lifts her legs and wraps them around my shoulders, using her leg muscles to bring my face in closer. I smile against her clit and bite her softly.