Only enemies | ongoing

Chapter 29 | Enemies?

My nails dug into the fabric of his head rest. My panties were getting wet by the second. The longer he touched me like this and looked at me the way he always did.

"I'm not." I said.

"You sure?" He asked, pulling back to look me in my eyes. He always did that. Looked at me like he was trying to figure out what exact thoughts were behind them.

"Why do you do that?" I asked.

He smirked at me and it made my stomach flip a thousand times, twisting all my insides before they were just liquid at his feet. He took his hands off me, depriving me from his touch that I craved way too often at every part of my days. He braced them on the back of his head and then adjusted in his seat, spreading his legs wider. His already hardened cock just barely slid over my pussy and over my clit through the thin fabric of my underwear. I closed my eyes briefly, my lips parting with a wanting moan.

"What do I do?"

I glared at him, "nothing now. You have to big of a fucking ego."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes sarcastically, "congrats. I guess."

"So are you just gonna roll your eyes at me all night or ride me?"

With the way he was looking right now, messy hair, darkened gray eyes. I would do whatever the hell he wanted me to do, and that coming from me was crazy.

I tilted my head, "is that all you want to do?" I asked.

He looked down at my lips, clenching his jaw as he shook his head, "no."

I ran my hand up his suit jacket, feeling nothing but muscle. I leaned into him more, giving him my best fuck me look. Trying to distract him with the fact that I was definitely trying to swindle another lighter from him. Or anything really.

Too bad I left his watch at my apartment.

He grabbed the back of my neck suddenly, pulling me even closer that all I could see and smell was him.

"I don't think you know how bad I want to slide my cock in your mouth and fuck all those smart words out of you." He whispered to me. And dammit. His words made my thighs tighten around his legs involuntarily.

I bit the inside of my cheek, "well too bad I won't even get on my knees for you, pretty boy."

His hand even tightened around my neck, and I could see that my control with him was slowly slipping through my fingers. I was only testing my limits right now with him, and it didn't even scare me that I was losing that control either. If anything it only made me more wet.

"My lighter is in the other pocket, baby."

Asshole. I rolled my eyes again without realizing it and Alessio's frustration with me was clear and more dominant now.

Oops.

"You want me to bend you over my knee?" He asked, his eyes roaming over my face. We were so close to each other I was breathing his air and he was breathing mine.

I didn't say anything, but he could see the yes in my eyes. The way my breathing became more harsh at the idea of it. I wanted him to do it.

I shrugged, "if that's my punishment."

One second I was breathing his air and not wanting air any other way, and the next second he was flipping me until I was bent over his knee. I heard the sound of his belt coming undone and fuck, my thighs clenched together. The ache was becoming a lot harder to bear. I felt my wetness soak into my panties when he grabbed both of my wrists and kept them together behind my back.