Whipping Girl Page 26

  “I just felt conflicted about everything, Alexander.” She cups my jaw, running her hand along the stubbled skin as she bites her luscious bottom lip. “I still don’t know how I feel about it all.”

  “We have time.” I close my eyes as I turn my head and kiss the soft skin of her palm. “I love it when you touch me, I could barely stand it when you wouldn’t.” I don’t want to push her for more when she’s clearly feeling vulnerable but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t aching to be inside of her.

  “I wanted to. I just needed time to get-”

  “Molly to tell you that you’re crazy?” I finish for her, chuckling when she smacks my arm.

  “Maybe.” She says haughtily, pushing me onto my back then sitting astride me. “What’s the matter, baby?” She mocks me after feeling me hard and thick underneath her. “You need me?” I’m not going to lie and say that I’m not desperate for her, completely and shamefully so but I can’t let her win this. So instead of the serious begging that my body wants me to give to her, I act nonplussed, bringing my hands up and behind my head as I give her a smirk and raise my eyebrow in challenge.

  “I’m not really sure. What have you got for me?” I tilt my pelvis up, hearing a hitch in her breath that she tries to hide when she feels how hard my cock is against her core. She raises a brow of her own even as she catches her breath, knowing my game but unwilling to give up so easily.

  “You want to play it that way?” She asks. Leaning down to my lips so they are barely touching, she licks my lower lip seductively then speaks directly into my mouth. “I’ll give you two choices then, my warm mouth… or my hot pussy.” Fuuuuuck. I flip her over onto her back before her next breath, grinding myself into the warmth that I can feel even through our clothes. She’s blushing bright red and giggling when I pull back to look at her face but her shyness only makes me hotter.

  “Mm… I can feel how hot you are and I haven't even taken your clothes off yet, little girl. I think it might be you who needs me.” I place my mouth to hers, taking her lips slowly as I slid my hand down to her leggings, running my finger along the top slowly when she squirms for more. “So impatient, Angel.” I tease. I pull the stretchy material down her legs, kneeling so I can take it all off along with her white cotton panties. I unbutton my shirt as well, stripping it off quickly then working my pants down over my straining erection.

  “Alexander.” She writhes, licking her lips as she takes me in but instead of jumping her like she expects, I offer her a mischievous grin then lay down beside her on the bed.

  “I want both.” Her brows pinch in confusion and my grin turns seductive. “I want your warm mouth on my cock and I want your hot pussy riding my face. Now, take off your shirt and get to it.” I can see her blush come back to her cheeks but she does as I ask by shedding her shirt then kneeling beside my head, her embarrassment has her hesitating but I’m not having any of that shit right now. I need her. I grab her, pulling her over me then maneuvering her so she’s facing the foot of the bed, her little hands go to my chest as she leans forward a bit and I hear her breath start coming in little panting bursts. I open her pink pussy for a quick view before I give a long slow lick from her sweet little opening to the hard button of her clit, swirling my tongue around it and lapping up the delicious cream that I can’t ever seem to get enough of. Before long she’s moaning and writhing over me, I hold one of her hips so I can keep her where I want her and with my other hand I reach up to her neck and encourage her to lay down all the way so her face is where I need it, she takes my dick in her hand, stroking it a few times as I continue eating her like I know she loves. She swirls her tongue around my tip once before taking me into the wet warmth of her mouth, making me lose all train of thought at the blinding pleasure. I groan into her pussy and she cries out from the vibrations of it so I do it again then tongue her tight, little entrance as she takes me all the way into her mouth and throat.

  Fuck.

  My hand leaves her neck to make a fist in her hair so that I can set the fast pace that I want, it’s not going to take her long to go over the ledge, it never does when I have my mouth on her, and I want to be there with her when she does. I nip at her clit making her cry out around my dick as I move my hand from her hip, sliding it so that it splays over her backside, my middle finger finds her little asshole and I message the little bud in the way that she will never admit that she loves. The tingling in my spine lets me know that I’m getting too close so I add pressure to both my finger and my tongue, trying to time our orgasms perfectly.

  Just as I’m about to lose the battle on holding out, I feel her tremble and groan out her release, allowing me to finally let myself go, shooting myself down her throat as I continue to lap up all of the sweet honey that her orgasm produces. I lick her until she finally stills her hips and sighs with satisfaction then I gently move her onto her back and crawl on top of her, wrapping my arms around her so her entire body is ensconced by mine. We lay there like that for what feels like hours but probably only a few minutes, her touch almost lulling me to sleep.

  “Alexander?” She’s so quiet that I can barely hear her.

  “Hm?” Just as quietly.

  “There is another reason that I’ve been feeling a little conflicted the last few days.” I feel my body tense, upset that she felt the need to hide anything more from me but I keep quiet, waiting for her to finish. “I didn’t get my period.”

  “What?” My eyes open but clearly I’m running slow because it takes me a minute to get her implication. Her period it late. I lift up on my forearms so I can see her clearly before asking. “You’re... pregnant?” I can’t help the slow smile that spreads over my face at the thought of her carrying my baby. My baby.

  “I don’t know, I just know that it’s late. I’ve been too scared to talk to you about it and with everything else going on it just felt like too much to deal with, you know?” I feel my eyebrows pinch together in irritation at that.

  “I left you alone for a few days because I knew that you had a right to be angry with me, I let you down and I deserved to suffer for it. But you can’t keep shit like this from me, I won’t allow-”

  “Oh, so it’s just you that’s allowed to keep stuff from me? Tell me about how you were conceived.” She says, knocking the wind out of me. I start to question how she knew about that but then realize there is only one person that would have let it slip.

  “Fucking Ivan,” If he weren't healing in the hospital right now I would fucking kill him for this. “How am I supposed to tell you something like that? You, the pure angel that was gifted to a boy who took his first life at ten years old so he could earn her. How do you expect me to open my mouth and tell you that there are more reasons that I don’t deserve you?”

  Chapter 28 – Ally

  “What are you even talking about?” My hands go into his hair, gripping the short strands to keep him in place so that he’ll listen. “Don’t deserve me? Alexander, Ivan’s disgusting act doesn’t make me feel any differently about you. And as for the rest of it, I’ll admit that it terrified me when I found out about The Organization but I’ve never questioned whether or not I still wanted to be with you. I didn’t agree with any of it, not even close, but it never made me doubt that I wanted to be with you. You’re everything to me.”

  “What did he tell you?” He asks quietly, frustratingly ignoring everything I just said. I pull his hair when he tries to lay his head down and his eyebrows raise in surprise at my audacity but I maintain my hold on the dark strands then give his hair a little yank when his surprise melts into amusement.

  “He told me everything, and guess what? I still love you. But once again you kept something from me because you thought it was too dark for me to hear, didn’t we already have this discussion and didn’t you agree to stop keeping these kind of things from me?”

  “Yes we did, but I think the fact that you carrying my baby inside of you might be a little bit bigger deal than something that happened almost 25
years ago, don’t you think?” He rips his hair from my fingers then grabs my hands, holding them over my head and giving me a little smirk as if he thought I was adorable for trying to contain him.

  “Might be carrying your- look all I know is that my period is late.” I say a little breathlessly when his face goes to my neck, placing soft kisses up the column of my throat until he reaches my ear and pulls it between his teeth. I can feel him hard and throbbing on my thigh but he makes no move to do anything about it, I lift my hips in offering, he only continues with his gentle assault on my senses.

  “Oh, you definitely are. Now that you’ve mentioned it, I can almost feel a part of me growing inside of you.” He licks my earlobe and I can practically feel the movement between my thighs.

  “Alexander.” I pant. I want him. How does he do this to me every single time? We can be having the most serious conversation and with one touch of his hand or mouth everything else falls away, leaving this delectable craving in its wake. “I want you.” I pant, opening my legs further for him. I’m about to start begging when suddenly he’s up and off the bed, grabbing his pants to quickly pull on sans underwear. “What are you doing? Get back here.” I slap the mattress, sexual frustration making me brave.

  “Shh.” He picks up the hotel phone, pressing a button before holding it to his ear. “We need some pregnancy tests sent up... yes... I don’t know what kind.” He looks to my wide eyed stare before answering again. “All of them... yes, one of each. Thank you.” He hangs up then walks to the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of water before walking back toward the bed where I’m still lying in dumbfounded shock. “Drink up.” He opens it then holds it out for me. I sit up, naked as the day I was born and stare at him with narrow eyed defiance.

  “I don’t want to take the test today.” I sound pissy, probably because I am. I’ve had a few days to think about this and I have not yet decided if I would be happy being pregnant or not. I need more time.

  “That’s too bad because you’re taking it. Today.” He says in that authoritative tone of his that I mostly love but hate right now.

  “You can’t make me.” Even though I said it confidently it sounded extremely immature even to my own ears but he just chuckles as he walks the remaining step toward the bed and bends so that he’s over me, his hands on either side of my head.

  “Baby, you have no idea what kind of things that I can make people do. I’ve made men four times your size wet themselves, you really think I can’t get you to pee on a little stick?” His challenging brows go up at the same time my confidence goes down. God, how would he even do that? I don’t think I want to know, I have no doubt in my mind that he would do whatever he had to to get his answer. But still.

  “Alexander, we're supposed to be signing the papers for the house tomorrow, today I want to lie here with you without any stress, just you and me in our big bed. Take off your pants and get in here. Please?” I stretch out beneath him, trying to entice him with the body that he loves.

  “Angel,” his mouth comes down to mine in a ruthless kiss that has me aching for him all over again. His hand goes to the back of my head and he pulls my face impossible closer, slanting his head so he can penetrate me deeper. A moan leaves my lips and he pulls away, his dark eyes filled with a desperate hunger that mirrors my own. “I need to know. Can you do this for me, please?”

  I search his eyes, my heart aching when I see the absolute longing that he does nothing to hide from me. He really wants this, he wants me to be pregnant. I’ve seen it in his face when we’ve talked about children before, this almost jovial expression comes over his face whenever our future babies are mentioned, and I want nothing more than to give this to him... I just wanted it a couple of years from now. This would mean something to him that I cannot even fathom, he and Ivan may share blood but their relationship is rocky and unstable at best. Alexander has never had a family, he never really had anyone until The Guard gifted me to him and he craves the closeness that we share. Who am I to deny him this test? If I am pregnant then he has the right to know, even if it scares the hell out of me.

  “Fine, but if it’s a positive pregnancy test then you can’t get mad at me for swearing.” He narrows his eyes, his beautiful lips pinching in disapproval before he gives me a curt nod.

  “Deal.”

  About 20 minutes later I am dressed and pacing the floor while Alexander grabs the ridiculously large bag from the concierge. He hands the stone-faced man a large tip, shutting the door in his face as he turns to me with a beaming smile that makes him look years younger. He’s always gorgeous but this new lightness in his eyes makes him irresistible, I’m about to suggest getting back in bed when I remember what put that look on his face.

  “Let’s do this.” He grabs my arm and practically drags my reluctant body to the bathroom, setting the bag down on the counter then digging through it to pull out a few different boxes.

  “It may still be too early, Alexander. I’m only a little late, it could just be stress too.” I say quietly.

  “Has your period ever been late before? This one says that it can tell you about how far along you are, I like that.” He’s reading the packages, barely paying attention to our conversation.

  “No, I’ve never been late but I don’t want you to get your hopes up, this happens to women all the time.” Now that I know how happy this would make him I don’t want to see the disappointment on his face if the test is negative. I should have considered this before I said anything, I feel even more conflicted than before about what I want the results to be.

  “Get over here.” I lift my eyes to his and he drops the newly opened test to the vanity when I reach him. His hands cup my face and his face dips to mine, placing the softest of kisses to my lips before he pulls back and offers me a half smile. “My hopes are up, you’re right about that. But whether our positive result comes today or next month, fuck, even two years from now- I love you and this is something that you and I are creating together, a physical representation of the love that we have for each other. That’s just... it’s fucking incredible. Don’t you feel that?” This is a man who was trained to block out highly emotional situations, so to me this means everything. I don’t say it out loud but I find his statement fucking incredible.

  I don’t know how I feel about the possibility of being a mom at 20 years old but if Alexander can overcome all that he has been through to feel this kind of excitement about the possibility of a life created by us then I can too. Hopefully.

  “I feel it.” He gives my face a narrow-eyed once over then grabs for the test he opened, he hands it over, his face showing heavy anticipation when I take it and turn toward the toilet.

  “Do you mind?” I do a swirling motion with my finger but he just rolls his eyes, leans back against the granite counter and crosses his arms over his chest.

  “You really think I’m going to miss even a moment of this?”

  “I guess not.” I say, pulling down my pants and taking a seat on the toilet. I don’t know why I even tried, it’s not like I’m overly shy around him anymore. I was just hoping for a moment alone so I could freak out without his watchful eyes taking me in. The test goes between my legs as I do my business. Another test appears when I pull the first one away and I cut myself off in midstream to look up into anticipating eyes. “I can’t pee on all of them!” I look over to the bag, horrified that he might expect me to continue this all day.

  “I just want to make sure. This is a different brand.” He nods his head in encouragement, holding it closer. I hand him the finished test as I take the new one with a huff, sighing with relief when I can release my bladder. He takes the new test while I wipe and pull up my pants.

  “How long does this take?”

  “A couple of minutes.” He places them side by side. “I’ll be right back.” He exits through the broken door but my eyes remain on the white sticks even though I’m far enough away that I couldn’t read the results even if I wanted to.

  I
may not even be pregnant, women experience late periods all the time when they are under stress. That’s probably it. I mean, I’m only in my second year of school, my family hasn’t had a chance to get used to this. My sister and brother haven’t even met Alexander yet for God’s sake. We’re not ready. I’m just stressed. My period could come any minute now, it’ll be fine.

  It isn’t until Alexander is standing in front of me that I’m taken out of my thoughts and I follow his face as he lowers into a kneeling position in front of me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask in amusement before I realize what’s happening. He presents me with a black velvet box, opening it to reveal the most beautiful ring that I’ve ever seen. It’s not overly flashy, a large round diamond with one sapphire on either side of it, the band is encrusted with small diamonds that glitter in the lighting. It’s so beautiful.

  “I want to make it clear that I’m still not asking but I do think that you deserved a better demand for marriage than I presented.” He smirks but all I can do is stare at him with teary- eyed wonder. “Allyanna May Kline, I’m yours. I’ve been yours since you were six years old and I will continue to be yours until the end of all time. I know I’m not always easy, I know you deserve far better than me but I’m here, on my knees, telling you that no one will ever love you the way that I do. Marry me, Angel.” Even though it’s still not a proposal, I’ve never heard sweeter words leave his lips. This is us, this is the way that we do things and I don’t want it any other way.