He keeps his finger inside me and starts twirling his thumb around my clit, driving me insane.
“Tell me, does the idea of being used by men turn you on so much? Are you enjoying my finger inside you? You’re so wet, I can probably slip my cock straight into you.” His voice is husky, and he licks his lips. My eyes trace his tongue as it darts over his lips, making me wonder what those lips taste like.
Alexander finger-fucks me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tell me I’m wrong, Elena. Tell me you’re not here to sell your body at Vaughn’s club. Tell me that you didn’t mean to deceive me that night.”
When I don’t answer, he increases his pace, his touch driving me insane. If this is what he thinks constitutes punishment, he’s sorely mistaken.
“Alexander, please,” I moan.
“Please what? Please stop? If you don’t want me to treat you like a common whore, all you have to do is say stop. Say no . Push me away.” He’s panting as hard as I am, and the bulge in his pants tells me he’s just as turned on too. He watches me as I drown in the feelings he arouses in me.
Alexander lets go of my hair and moves his other hand between my legs, using one hand to tease my clit while finger-fucking me with the other. The intensity is almost too much for me, and it takes all my willpower to not come right there and then.
I grab Alexander’s shoulders and bite down on my lip to keep myself quiet. His fingers feel way better on me than my own ever have, and I know I can’t hold on any longer, I’m about to come. Alexander watches me so intently that I can’t help but close my eyes.
“Alexander, I’ll... I can’t... I’m going to—” I whisper, my voice sounding more like a moan than the protest I meant it to be. I’m about to come, and I know that if I do, Alexander will lose the tiny amount of respect he might still have for me.
Alexander groans and increases his pace as he pushes me over the edge. “Mm, oh fuck… Please ,” I moan, losing control. I come all over his fingers, and he watches me with a satisfied expression.
The moment between us breaks as the last tremor shakes my body, and Alexander pulls his fingers away suddenly, as though he scalded himself. I watch as he pulls his handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his fingers, looking down at his hands in disbelief. It’s like he can barely believe he touched me like that, and worse, that I enjoyed it. I look away in shame, reality suddenly catching up to me. I’m as disappointed in myself as Alexander is, if not more. I swallow back a sob as he turns his back to me, clearly unable to look at me.
Alexander sits down in one of the chairs in the conference room, his head in his hands. The silence between us is heavy and I don’t know what to say. I clench my thighs closed, the wetness that’s still there making me feel ashamed all over again. Alexander looks up at me and sighs, his eyes softening a little.
“I don’t know what you’re doing here, or what has caused you to be in these circumstances. What I do know is that you’re coming home with me.”
Chapter 10
A lexander
I hold Elena’s hand as I lead her back to the reception area where Lucian and Vaughn are waiting for us, her hand tiny compared to mine. Elena doesn’t say a thing. She stares at the ground and lets me pull her along, her eyes red from the tears she’s obviously holding back. I expected her to fight me when I told her she’s coming home with me, but surprisingly, she followed me obediently.
Part of me is ashamed of how I treated her. How unreasonable I was, and how very much out of control I felt when I saw her sitting there, that defiant look on her face. She has no idea what she almost got herself into, no matter how much she may have tried to convince herself otherwise.
Part of me is still turned on though. The look on her face when I made her come has my cock hardening all over again. That expression of hers. The way her muscles tightened around my finger and the way she moaned. I clench my jaw and shake the thoughts away.
Lucian jumps up from his seat when he sees us approach and rushes toward Elena. She lets go of my hand and lifts her head, a reassuring smile on her face. I don’t think she’s smiled at me even once today, but then I haven’t given her any reason to. I involuntarily clench my jaw when my brother pulls her into a tight hug, burying his face in her neck. She relaxes into him and he presses a kiss to her hair.
I glance at Vaughn, who is leaning against the wall, a concerned expression on his face. He shrinks back when he sees the rage on my face, and he looks at me apologetically. Fucking hell… I can’t even be mad at him. He thought he was doing me a favor by screwing over a Rousseau. What almost happened to Elena… it’s my fault.
“What were you thinking?” Lucian murmurs, his voice soft and worried. That is exactly how I should have reacted, but didn’t. Instead, I condemned her for her choices before seeing the full picture. “Why didn’t you ask me for help?” he asks her, his voice shaking. He looks at her red eyes and then at me, his eyes full of accusation.
One look at Vaughn tells me he must’ve told Lucian at least the basics, and for some reason, that doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t want anyone to know about what she nearly did today. Not even my own brother.
“Why didn’t you?” I ask her. She pulls away from Lucian, and my body relaxes. I didn’t even realize I’d tensed.
“I… we… we’re not that c-close,” she stammers, unable to meet my eyes. A faint blush darkens her face to a lovely shade of pink. I had a feeling the words I spit out in anger earlier today would come back to haunt me. I shake my head and grab her wrist, pulling her along.
Vaughn’s eyes dart from me to her, and I can tell he’s wondering what went down between us, but there’s no way I’m telling him shit. He nods as we walk past him, and I just know he’s not going to let this go. Vaughn is a slut for drama and gossip, though no one would ever have guessed it. Part of me genuinely believes he runs his gentlemen’s club purely to gather intel on the elite that frequent it.
“Where are we going?” Lucian asks.
“Home.”
“We’re taking Elena home? Good.”
My driver opens the door of my limousine, and Elena hesitates before she gets in. Lucian jumps in after her, taking the seat next to her, leaving me to sit opposite her. I’ve always hated this pretentious car, even though I know it’s necessary, since it’s armored. Today though, with Elena’s legs between mine, I hate it a little less.
I lean back and watch Lucian fuss over her. She shifts in her seat, and when she spreads her legs slightly, her short dress rides up. I can tell that her underwear still isn’t back in place properly. It’s still pushed to the side, the way I left it, exposing part of her delectable pussy. Suddenly I’m more than relieved that it’s me sitting opposite her, and not Lucian.
“Sit properly,” I tell her, my voice coming out harsher than I intended. Elena frowns at me, but crosses her legs nonetheless. I grin when she blushes, realizing why I told her to sit properly. She looks away from me, turning to face Lucian instead.
I take in her chestnut waist length hair that’s draped over her chest and her perfect body. I can’t deny that she’s beautiful, but I’ve never let beauty distract me. So why is it that I just couldn’t let her be? Just knowing that she’s Matthew’s sister should be enough to repulse me.
“Why didn’t you come to me for help?” Lucian asks her again. “I know you wouldn’t resort to this unless you were out of options,” he adds.
I grab my tablet and go through the background check Adrian sent me. I read the file twice, certain that this information can’t be right. I glance at Elena and the guilt I feel nearly wrecks me. I don’t remember all that much about Alaric Rousseau, but I don’t remember him being a monster. He always seemed to dote on Elena, even when the tension between him and his now ex-wife was running high. So how did Elena end up in the situation she’s in? Surely, he keeps tabs on his only daughter? If my security team can find out about every single item she’s had to sell in the last two months and every single bill she’s paid for her mother, then there’s no way Alaric is unaware. How did he ever let it get this far?
I listen absentmindedly as Elena hesitatingly tells Lucian that she needs money for her mother’s medical bills, and that she left home years ago. That explains why she said that the one thing she wishes for most is good health for those she loves. She was talking about her mother that night at Inferno.