by Nikki Chase
“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that,” she says stubbornly.
“What's that supposed to mean?” I frown.
“I have an endless supply of questions, and you said you’d answer every single one of them. We can sit here forever,” she says, determination on her beautiful features.
“You can't do that. I’ll have you removed and sent back to your apartment.” I put my hands together and my fingers start to fidget—something I’ve always done when I'm nervous. I may have painted myself into a corner when I agreed to answer every question.
“Do you hate me that much?” Alice gazes at me with pain in her eyes. Pain that I've caused.
“I don't hate you, Alice. Not at all. The opposite, in fact. I just want you to live your life and be happy,” I say, meeting her gaze. She needs to know that I'm doing this for her own good.
“But how am I supposed to be happy without you?” Her question takes me aback.
“You were happy before me, and you will be happy again someday.”
“Are you happy?” Alice asks in a soft voice that nevertheless hits me like a truck.
“That's not what we're talking about here.”
“But that's a question, and you have to answer. Are you happy?”
“No,” I admit. “But maybe I'm just not a happy person. There's no normal level of happiness I need to get back to.”
“Bullshit,” she says, challenging me with those big baby-blues. “Okay, then, answer me this honestly. Were you happy when I was living here?”
I hesitate, not because I don't know the answer, but because I don't know if it's a good idea to tell her. In the end, I say, simply, “Yes.”
“Then why are you being so stubborn?” Alice's voice grows louder, bolder. “Why won't you just let me come back?”
“I told you, I’ll only put you in danger,” I say quietly.
“That's not true, and you know it. Why do you even say that? You know you can keep me safe.”
“Evidently, I couldn’t.” Frustration brews within me. What am I supposed to do to show her how dangerous it is to be around me?
“That was my own fault for running away.”
“Listen to yourself. You’re telling me it was your own fault you got caught by Walter? You wouldn’t have known he existed if it wasn’t for me.” My voice grows louder, as if a higher volume will somehow drill it into her hard head that there’s no safe way for her to stick around.
“No, you listen to yourself!” She shouts, slapping her hands on the desk. “You’re telling me it was your fault, then? What did you do, exactly? All you did was come see me where I worked once a week. What was the horrible thing you did that makes it such a bad idea for us to be together?”
I purse my lips together, racking my brain for a good response, but I’ve got nothing. She may have finally come up with a question I can’t answer.
“If it was your fault that Walter found out I existed, just because you came to see me so often, then it was also my fault that he caught me, just because I wanted my freedom back.” Alice speaks with quiet conviction, her voice calm but her eyes burning with passionate fire.
My breath catches in my throat, just as it always does when I see Alice being completely focused on something. I’ve never seen her wear that expression when she’s not in the kitchen before.
Could it be that I’m the one who’s bringing out that side of her right now?
“It was Walter’s fault,” Alice says in the same serene voice. “He was the bad guy, and you got rid of him. You’re the hero of this story, so why are you punishing yourself like this?”
Oh, that’s right. She doesn’t know I used to work for Walter. I took part in that whole repugnant operation. I even caused a man, who was already sick and starving and suffering, to die.
She’d hate me if she knew.
Maybe she should know.
Maybe that will do the trick.
Maybe she’ll be so grossed out she’ll finally leave me alone.
“Don’t talk like you know me,” I say. “You don’t. Not really. You don’t know everything I’ve done.”
“I know you killed someone. You killed Walter. And I still don’t think you’re some kind of a monster.”
“He wasn’t the only one who died because of me.” My heart hammers in my chest. But I have to tell her.
“You’re talking about your friend who died at the drug bust?” She frowns, obviously not understanding what I’m trying to tell her.
“No. There was someone else.”
Surprise registers in Alice’s blue eyes, so big they show every nuance of her emotions plainly. She asks, “Who?”
“One of Walter’s workers.”
“You killed him? Wait, did he attack you first?” She narrows her eyes at me, the fight returning to her voice.
“No. All he did was ask me to let him out to see a doctor because he was sick.”
Alice’s lips stay glued together, her gaze locked on my face, studying me. After a few seconds’ pause, she says, “I don’t buy it. There must be something more to that story.”
“Well, believe it,” I say sternly. “I’m a monster, just like Walter was. Only monsters can stand up against monsters. That’s why I’m doing this. Not because I’m some kind of a hero.”
“Did he die at your hands? Were you the one who killed him?”
“No,” I admit. “But if it weren’t for me, he would probably still be alive.”
“So, you wanted to save him, but you couldn’t. Someone else killed him and you’re still blaming yourself for having failed to protect him. Now, you tell me that’s not true.”
I remain quiet. Technically, she’s right, but that’s not really the point.
“It’s true, isn’t it? That’s probably why you started doing this in the first place. You know how I know? Because I’m the same as that guy, except you managed to protect me, and yet you still blame yourself.”
I stare at her, wondering how quickly the gears are turning in her head, that she has managed to figure everything out, that she has managed to figure me out.
And she’s still sitting here, trying to convince me to take her back.
I look at her right in the eyes and tell her, “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I think you’re just bullshitting me right now. You know how I know? Because I think everything I’ve said is true, and you don’t know how to respond without lying or confirming it. That’s why you’re so quiet now.”
“You’re not safe around me,” I repeat. I sound like a broken record, even to myself. I don’t sound convincing, but I don’t know anything anymore.
“Why?” Alice asks. “Because you bring some kind of bad luck to people around you? You think that guy died because of you? I’m pretty sure he didn’t. In fact, I’m pretty sure he would’ve died, regardless of whether you were involved. I would’ve died, if it weren’t for you.”
These fucking questions just get harder and harder.
“Fine,” I say. “He would’ve died regardless. But you’re different. You wouldn’t have been in danger at all if it weren’t for me.”
“You’re wrong, Seth,” she says, her blue eyes looking back at me sadly. “If you think I’m some kind of fragile little doll who has always lived in some kind of a safe bubble, you’re wrong. I’ve struggled my whole life. I’ve faced all kinds of dangers. I’m strong enough to stand by your side.”
“The kind of dangers you’ve faced before me, they’re nothing compared to the risk that my work will expose you to. You know that’s true.”
“Yes. But I faced Walter and still, I live. I could drive back to the city tonight and die on the way. Don’t you want to protect me from that horrifying fate?” She smiles sweetly at me.
I return her smile, unable to stop myself. I just find her so irresistibly smart and witty.
“Don’t you want to wrap me up in a bubble and keep me safe? Lock me up inside your house and never let me leave?” Her smile takes on a foxy q
uality. She’s flirting with me, flirting with danger.
She knows just how to press my buttons, and I don’t know if I can resist her charms much longer. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to.
“Think about all those dangers, Seth, all those hours I spend driving from the city and back. Well, the driving back part is usually not done by me, but still, think about all those dangerous cars and trees that I could crash into,” she says, her eyes twinkling playfully.
She gets up from her chair and slowly walks around the desk, keeping her sexy gaze on me. As if entranced, my eyes follow her movements, watching every little detail on high definition.
She swivels my chair until I’m facing her. Looking at me intently, she bends down, resting her hands on the arms of the chair.
I can see her tempting tits down the collar of her shirt, begging to be touched. I ball my hands into fists and let my own fingernails dig painfully into my palms. I force myself to keep my gaze on her beautiful blue eyes, even as my cock stirs.
“I need you to protect me, Seth, from all the monsters in the world. I need a monster on my side to fight for me. I want you on my side.” She pauses to lick her lips seductively. “You can be yourself with me. You’re not going to hurt me, or scare me. You can unleash the monster within.”
She lowers herself down until she’s on her knees on the floor, right between my thighs. She looks up at me with sweet submission in her eyes. Blood rushes to my cock at the sight.
Alice runs her hands up my thighs and moans with open lust, making my cock jump in my pants. She smiles when she sees the hard bulge in my pants move. She knows she has won.
Fuck. I think I’d already lost this battle when I let her in.
35
Alice
I watch as Seth’s eyes glazes over with lust, and I can’t help but smile. Feminine pride swells within me. So this is what it feels like to be sexually powerful.
To be honest, I didn’t think this was going to work. I’m the hard-working girl, the smart girl, the career woman. Not the seductress.
I knew the conversation was going to go well. I already knew exactly what was on Seth’s mind, having put myself in his shoes and grappled with his issues in my head whenever I was supposed to sleep.
I wasn’t planning on seducing him. Hell, I didn’t know I could seduce a man, especially a man like Seth Wayne.
But there’s something between us. I could almost hear electricity crackle between us, as soon as I entered his office. I could see in his eyes that he was ready to give in, if only I could give him a tiny push…
So I did. I took a chance. Looks like it’s paying off, too.
Even through denim, the marble floor feels cold and hard under my knees, but the fire I feel emanating from Seth’s sculpted body is enough to keep me warm.
I look up into his eyes. I can see that same raw, primal power building up inside him. He’s trying to keep it caged, but I don’t want that. I want him to take me however he wants, without holding back.
I rub my cheek up his thigh, keeping my gaze on him. The fabric of his suit pants feels soft against my skin. I reach the hard bulge right behind his fly, and caress it with my face.
Seth groans. I love it when a man makes noises in bed. It really gets me going. I love knowing that I’m responsible for Seth making that sexy sound.
“Tell me you really want this,” he says in a hoarse voice dripping with arousal, “because there’s no going back after this. If we do this, I’m never going to let you go again. Ever.”
I nod, brushing against his rock-hard cock as I do. I kiss the hot rod in his pants and let my breaths seep through the fabric, giving him a preview of how warm it is inside my mouth.
“I gave you one chance to leave. That was your only chance. Tell me you know that,” he says.
I nod again, rubbing my cheek against his bulge.
“Tell me with your fucking words that you know.”
“I know, Seth,” I say. “I don’t want you to ever let me go again.”
“If you regret that in the future, you won’t just get to walk out the door,” he says with more urgency. He’s getting impatient.
“I know that, too. I have no intention of ever leaving.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck here with me now.” Seth’s voice gets lower, raspier, more authoritative.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head away from his crotch. With his other hand, he undoes his fly and pulls out his cock. His big, thick, magnificent cock. Without even realizing it, I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Open your mouth,” he barks an order.
I obey.
“Wider,” he demands.
I open my jaw as big as I can, showing Seth he can use this hole in my face however he wants. I’ll take whatever he gives me. I want him to use me like a fuck doll. Like a sex toy.
He wants the same things that I do. He’s not going to be gentle. The knowledge sends a thrill down my spine. I realize my wetness is already pooling in my panties.
Seth pulls my hair, almost painfully, until I’m hovering right over his cock. It’s so close I can almost feel the heat from it on my lips. I want to kiss it, close my lips around it, but I know that’s not what Seth wants. He wants me to stay still, keep my mouth open like he ordered me to, and let him fuck me.
“Good girl,” he says.
God, those two little words make me want to worship him. His praise is so addictive I’d do anything to get my next fix. It’s like nothing else in the world matters right now, except for the hard cock in front of me.
Seth pushes me down with one hand on the back of my head until I’m hovering right over his cock. I can see the veins throbbing on it. I want to wrap my lips around it and tease it with my tongue, make it slippery with my saliva. But I stay still instead.
I let Seth rub the hot, spongy head of his cock around and around over my open lips, leaving a trail of wet pre-come all over. He pulls my head up until I’m looking right at him with my mouth still wide open.
“Lick your lips,” he says.
I taste his salty pre-come, letting our fluids mix together in my mouth. It tastes like hot sex, and I want more of it. I want more of whatever Seth wants to give me.
“Breathe,” Seth orders.
I gulp in two deep breaths before Seth pushes me down on his cock. I offer no resistance, letting him push his cock deeper and deeper, until he pokes the back of my throat and finally slips inside, stretching me. It’s not a completely comfortable fit, but I know he’s enjoying this and that’s all that matters.
Seth groans again as he pushes my head down. He thrusts his hips up off the chair and gets even deeper inside my throat. I open my mouth as wide as I can and stay still, letting him use me the way I need to be used. I gasp whenever he pulls out, letting him control when I get to breathe.
“Do you like it when I fuck your throat?” Seth asks as he humps my face.
I try to answer, but all that comes out is a throaty noise from his cock being jammed inside over and over again.
Seth chuckles at my plight. “I forgot, you’re not supposed to talk with your mouth full.”
He pulls my hair up painfully, forcing me to get up on my feet. Before I regain my balance, he pushes me down on his desk. The one with the glass surface.
“It’s not going to break, right?” I ask nervously.
“I’ve been asking myself the same question about you,” he says, suddenly serious, even though his eyes are still burning with lust.
“I’m not going to break,” I say. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
“Good. The table’s not going to break. You can struggle all you want on it,” he says, danger flashing across his face, making my heart race.
“Take it all off,” he says, although he’s already stripping me naked with his hungry gaze.
He stands up to his full height and squares his shoulders as he loosens his grey tie and yanks it off. Seth looks so big and strong, towering ove
r me, making me want to submit completely to him.
With a cocky smirk, Seth watches me wiggle around on the desk, shedding my clothes piece by piece. He could take them off himself, but somehow being ordered to do it myself makes me feel more vulnerable. It really drives home the point that I’m willingly offering myself to him.
When I get my jeans and panties stuck around my knees, Seth bends down and pulls them off my legs. Now I’m completely naked and at his mercy, presenting myself like a whore on his desk, with my pussy practically dripping onto the glass surface.
I expect him to plunge his cock inside me right away, remembering how hard and ready he is. Instead, he wraps his fingers around my neck and pushes me down until my back is flat on the glass table.
Seth leans down and plants light butterfly kisses on my abdomen, up my torso, along the valley between my tits, and up my neck, making me squirm. I gasp when his cock brushes against my thigh. His hot breath falls on my ear. With a low growl, he whispers, “You realize you belong to me now, right?”
“Yes,” I reply with a heavy sigh.
“Good.” Seth keeps me down with his hand on my throat, as his other hand trails down my body, from my waist, down my hips, and back up my inner thighs.
I look up into his blue eyes, dark with desire and wild with lust, yet tempered with control. He watches intently as I plead with my eyes, with my whimpers, for him to give me what he knows I need. I gasp when he touches my lower lips, light as a petal.
A smirk spreads on his face. Keeping his penetrating gaze on my face, he says, “You’re a mess. You’re all wet, dripping all over my desk, getting it dirty.”
I mewl as he runs his long, graceful fingers over my soaked folds. I lift my hips up off the desk, trying to feel more pressure on my yearning pussy.
“You like this, don’t you? You like it when I hold you down and do what I want to your body, like you’re nothing but a fuck doll?”
I give him a small nod, unable to move my head much with his hand around my neck. He rewards me with a finger on my clit, which sends tingles all over my body, all the way to the tips of my fingers and curled toes.