Tease Me (9 page)

Something inside me softened. “I don’t know,”
I said honestly. “I hurt people who deserve it. And you don’t
deserve to be hurt.”

Her eyes met mine, face
muddled with conflicting emotions. I was drawn to her sexually of
course, but there was…there was something else. She took a deep
breath and moved one hand out only to stop herself. I reached out;
she flinched away. It was odd, to have a woman move
away
from my touch. I tore
my eyes off of hers and looked at her neck.

“
I see the clothes fit,” I
said, sticking my finger under the strap of her nightgown. I slid
it down over her shoulder. My dick pulsed, and warmth spread
through me. Ellie’s hand flew to the strap, and her fingers graced
mine. I curled my hand over hers, moving it back to her side. The
strap to her nightgown hung off her shoulder.

Keeping a hold on her hand, I looked back
into her eyes. I ran my finger up her shoulder and across her
collarbone. My cock started to rise. Ellie looked away. I swept my
fingers over her chest. Goosebumps broke out across her skin.

“
Ellie,” I whispered,
putting my hand on her chin. “Look at me.”

Slowly, she tipped her head to me. Her eyes
met mine, holding back hate and something else…lust, perhaps? Did
her desire match mine?

“
Go to hell,” she said
through gritted teeth and pushed me away. Her hands landed on my
chest as she pushed. Amused, I grabbed her wrists, twisted her arm,
and pinned her on the bed.

“
I’ve already been
there,
chica
.” I
moved my face inches above hers and parted my lips. She squirmed
underneath me, causing my semi to become fully erect. She froze,
feeling the hardness press against her.

Then she started squirming again.

Oh. What a dirty girl. She was enjoying this.
Her pert nipples stuck out through the fabric. I used my knee to
part her legs. Unable to help myself, I pushed myself in, reaching
down. She shivered when I ran my hand up her thigh.

I slowed when my fingers pushed under the hem
of the nightgown. My cock pressed against my jeans, the tip
dripping. Ellie reached for me again, hand closing around my
throat.

I closed my eyes and walked my fingers up her
soft flesh until I felt the short stubble of hair that outlined her
lips. Fuck, yes. She wasn’t wearing panties. I could feel the
warmth she gave off. She wanted this too.

Then my phone rang.

I ignored it at first, inching my fingers
toward Ellie’s slit. She closed her eyes and wiggled beneath me,
acting like she wanted to get away. But she had parted her legs and
relaxed against the mattress. She whimpered slightly, tightening
her hold on my neck. I moved my fingers up, gently running over her
clit. She was so hot. She moaned, melting against my touch.

My phone rang again. It was my business line,
and two calls in a row was never a good sign. Fuck. I suddenly let
go of Ellie and turned away to answer it.

Then she pushed me away. “Don’t touch me,
asshole,” she hissed.

“
You need to watch your
mouth,” I told her, temper rising. “The only reason you’re not
laying face down in a ditch, flesh decaying with each passing day,
is because of me.”

She crossed her arms again.
“Oh, thank you for
not
killing me. That makes you so respectable,” she retorted and
stepped back, tripping over the rug and falling. Her head smacked
against the dresser. Angry, I didn’t care. I just stood there,
watching.

But when she pulled her hand away and her
fingers were wet with blood, my stomach twisted and I rushed
over.

“
Are you all right?” I
couldn’t help myself. The words slipped through me. I put my phone
back in my pocket and reached for her.

Motherfucker.

She rocked back, sitting on her ass. The
nightgown was twisted around her waist, exposing her cunt. I bit
the inside of my cheek and knelt down.

Gently, I took her chin in my hand and tipped
her head up. She had a small gash along her hairline. Bright blood
dripped down. She looked at the blood on her hand, still surprised
at what happened.

“
For the record,” I said and
stood, “I didn’t do that.” I strode into the bathroom and grabbed a
washcloth. I turned on the faucet, waiting a few seconds for the
water to warm up before I wet the rag. I went back over to her,
kneeling down again. Gently, I pressed the washcloth to her head.
She winced from the pain.

“
Thanks,” she said, reaching
up. Her fingers slid over the back of my hand. A shiver made its
way through me. I had to fight the urge to physically tremble. She
held onto the rag, and I moved my hand away.

I stood, mind whirling. “Don’t get blood on
the floor,” I added and took one last look, resisting the urge to
rush to her, scoop her up, and gently place her on the bed,
blotting on her wound. Then I’d fuck the shit out of her. I could
see down her gown. Her nipples were still hard. When she
straightened up, her legs parted, flashing her sweet pussy, teasing
me.

My boner was back, my dick aching to push
inside her hole. I wanted to taste her, to feel her, all of her,
inside and out. I wanted to take her hand and force it to cup my
balls and shove her head into my lap, pushing my cock into her wet
mouth.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the
wall. I blinked and left the room. I strode past the guard and
moved quickly down the hall. I held the image of Ellie’s pussy in
my mind.

Fuck. I wanted to come. Hard. So bad. I
wanted her to rub her perfect tits over my dick until I came all
over her chest. I rushed into my room, closing the door behind
me.

I reached down, my hand
rubbing over the bulge in my pants, and I shuddered. I pulled off
my belt. I hadn’t felt this close to coming
without
being inside a woman since I
was a youth. I pushed my jeans down just enough to whip out my
member. I pumped my hand up and down, spreading the precum over my
shaft.

The way she hated me, told me to go to hell
and meant it…it burned me up inside. When her hand wrapped around
my neck, I knew what I wanted, what I’d been craving all this time.
I wanted a challenge.

My head tipped back. I moved my hand faster.
I came, semen dripping down my hand and onto the floor. And yet I
didn’t feel satisfied.

What the fuck had Ellie Morgan done to
me?

I sat on the bed, shaking. What the fuck had
just happened? I pulled the blankets over my legs and removed the
ice pack from my forehead. The bleeding had stopped, but I still
felt shocked.

Things had escalated fast—so fast. Alejandro
came into the room, his questioning innocuous. Then he touched me,
oh God, it felt so good and all he did was run one finger over my
collarbone. If only he touched more of me…

My pussy quivered.

I closed my eyes and let out a breath. Part
of me was mad I pushed him away. If I hadn’t, we could be having
sex right now. My mouth was suddenly dry. I opened my eyes and
looked around the room.

He wanted me. That was obvious. When his
erection pressed against me, I wanted him too. I wanted him to
tease me, to make me want him.

“
Fuck,” I
muttered.

Just minutes after he had left the room,
someone came in to attend to my wounds. All I needed was a Band-Aid
and an icepack, nothing serious. Was that enough to prove Alejandro
cared about me?

I set the icepack on the nightstand and
thought back on the last twenty-four hours. My life had gone from
disappointingly boring to…to this. I sighed. Holy hell, things
could change fast. I turned off the light and lay down, even though
I wasn’t tired. I’d done nothing but sit around all day. Well, that
and try on the clothes the maid brought me. Everything was new, and
everything was my size…and everything was expensive, revealing, and
beautiful.

The door opened, startling me. Alejandro
stood in the doorway. He looked stressed, his beautiful face pulled
down with worry. Whoever called him must not have had good
news.

He leaned on the doorframe, looking bored but
so fucking sexy at the same time.

“
How’s your head?” he
asked.

My heart fluttered. “I’m okay.” I reached up
and touched the small cut. “Nothing major.”

“
Good,” he said and crossed
his arms. His shirt was tight around his biceps. I pressed my lips
together, ignoring the rush of warmth that went between my
legs.

“
What are you doing?” I
asked, voice weak.

Alejandro moved across the room. I swallowed
hard. I wanted him to climb into bed with me and shove his dick
inside me. No. No, I didn’t. I blinked. Yep. I did. I so did.

“
Just checking on you,” he
whispered. He leaned close to me. My heart hammered. He bit his
lip. My eyes closed, and I tipped my head up, waiting for him to
put his lips to mine. “Goodnight, Ellie,” he said, moving
back.

Asshole. He came in here just to tease me. I
clenched my jaw. Now he knew I wanted him too. He walked back to
the door.

“
Ellie,” he said without
turning around. “If you want some company tonight, just open your
door.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I imagined his
cocky grin. He put the ball in my court. I closed my eyes, thinking
of his hands on my body, his hard cock between my legs. My body
reacted to his, quivering, pulsing, growing wet and warm.

Fuck. Me.

No.

Fuck him.

I rolled over, glad I took the pain pills
offered to me. A dull headache was starting to form, and I hoped I
could sleep it off before it hit. I tossed and turned for what felt
like hours before I fell asleep.

*

The next two days passed exactly the same. I
was stuck in the guest room. Food was brought to me three times,
and someone brought me a few more shopping bags with expensive
clothes and shoes. The days passed slowly, and I was a bit bored,
but there was something almost enjoyable about being here.

The bed, the bathroom, the couture
clothes…they were all things I could never afford. The food was
wonderful, and I was never once hungry. I spent most of my time
sleeping, catching up on all I missed. These two days spent locked
in the guestroom almost felt like a retreat.

And every night Alejandro came in my room,
making pointless small talk. Every time, he left me with the offer
of sex…but I had to come to him. And every night I was tempted, but
I resisted going to his room.

I wanted to, badly, and the more Alejandro
and I talked, the more comfortable I felt around him. It was
stupid, and I knew it, to start trusting him. He was a bad, bad
man. He did bad, bad things. There was a little voice inside me
telling me to run at the first chance I got. I didn’t have to go
home, but I should go somewhere—anywhere—that wasn’t here.

But another voice inside me told me to stay.
Alejandro’s tough, bad boy exterior was covering something up, and
at times I thought I saw his façade falter, and I wanted to know
more. I could see the stress he was carrying, and I wanted to do
something to help alleviate it.

It was crazy, and I knew it. But the heart
wants what the heart wants, right? Well, in this case it was my sex
drive, not my heart. And it wanted Alejandro to fuck it. That’s all
I needed. Once I got it out of my system, I could think
clearly.

On the third evening, Alejandro opened the
door to my room—without knocking of course.

“
Come downstairs,” he said
shortly. “Have dinner with me.”

I pushed my eyebrows together. “Uh, okay.” My
heart skipped a beat as soon as I saw him. His dark eyes were
muddled with stress and tiredness and, I narrowed my eyes as I
stood, was that blood on his shirt?

I quickly looked him up and down. It wasn’t
his blood. Fuck. I swallowed hard and let out a breath.

“
You look nice,” he said,
and I instantly blushed. The clothes I’d been given were nice. Very
nice. But I didn’t have makeup on, nor had I done anything more to
my hair than brush it and twist it in a bun at the nape of my neck.
I
might
have been
planning on curling my hair before he came in before heading to
bed.

“
Thanks. So do you,” I
blurted. Alejandro turned, not before I caught the amusement in his
eyes. He knew he looked good.

Fuck him.

Dinner was ready when we got downstairs. The
fact that he ate in the kitchen and not the dining room surprised
me. Then again, I was basing my assumptions of how drug cartels led
their lives from movies. Having a low-key meal at the breakfast
table didn’t look good on the big screen.

“
So,” I started, compelled
to say something, “how was your day?”

He picked up a glass of water, flicking his
eyes to me with a look that said “did you really just ask me
that”?

I bit my lip and nodded. “Right. Top-secret
bad stuff. How could I forget?” My stomach grumbled. Though I found
the food too spicy, I couldn’t deny it was good. Really good.

We ate in silence for a few minutes. I was
halfway done with my enchilada when Alejandro spoke.

“
Is it cold in
Indianapolis?” he asked.

I shrugged as I finished chewing, used to his
random questioning and small talk by now. “Not right now. It gets
cold in the winter. But,” I paused to take a drink of water, “I
used to live in northern Michigan. Indy winters don’t compare.”

Alejandro smiled. Oh, shit,
my heart. It fluttered every time he flashed those pearly whites.
“How so,
chica
?”