Page 15 of All Your Lies (All or Nothing #2)

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Alexa

A s requested, or more like forced, I’m ready ten minutes prior to when the driver will arrive.

I went back and forth with myself on whether to tell him to fuck off or just go with it. I went with the latter, telling myself I’d get free food out of it.

What? A girl has to eat.

I also find something weird about him I can’t quite put my finger on. So I’m curious, just like the night at the club that started all of this. My curiosity will get me killed one day.

Rosie and I have always been notorious for going places we shouldn’t to get the scoop. Well, more so me, but I’d always drag her along.

It was like a treasure hunt, and the answers at the end were the prize. I used to get in so much trouble. My nose was always where it didn’t belong. I can’t help but smile at the thought of how mischievous I was as a kid.

A text notification from who I now have labeled as “Stalker” comes through, telling me the car is outside.

I make my way out to the blacked-out Cadillac Escalade, where the door is already open and waiting. I stop for a moment. This would be the time to go back if I had any self-preservation left in me.

My phone beeps again, and I know exactly who it is.

I roll my eyes and say fuck it before climbing in.

The door shuts, and I’m bathed in darkness, aside from the starlight headliner above.

The partition is up, so I assume it will be a quiet ride to wherever we’re going.

I decide to use this moment to check my phone.

Stalker

Get in the damn car.

I can’t help but laugh. I’m sure my stubbornness is driving him mad.

Stalker

Don’t start that, baby. You’ll get yourself eaten before you even have time to eat dessert.

The tension in my body intensifies as his dirty words stir up a deep ache, prompting a desperate need for release. The black leather seats do little to soothe my flushed skin and the prickling sensation in my core.

Stalker

You like when I talk to you like this, don’t you? I can see you rubbing your legs together. Trying to satisfy the ache. Just know, not you nor anyone else will ever be able to make you feel as good as I do.

“You have cameras in here?” I murmur to no one in particular as I’m all by myself. My phone beeps, and I direct my gaze downward.

Stalker

Of course I do. I like to look at you.

“You’re absolutely insane. Ever heard of a little thing called privacy?” I say aloud.

My eyes scan the partition, air vents, and the roof of the car. I’m sure that ass is laughing at me right now. I decide to give him the universal sign of fuck you with both of my middle fingers.

Stalker

There’s no such thing as privacy when it comes to you.

“Why?”

Stalker

I want all of you, not just pieces.

I read that sentence for what feels like a million times with my mouth shut.

I get jolted out of my inner musings to see that we’ve stopped. The moment I step out, I realize we’re at the club that started this whole fiasco. I go to take a step back toward the car as a guy comes walking up to me. He’s familiar for some reason.

“Hey, I’m Jace. I’ll bring you inside.” From the voice, I can tell it’s definitely not him.

This guy has buzzed blond hair and a beard that’s grown out a couple of weeks.

He’s cute with the dimples, but I like my guys a little darker in appearance.

I think this is the guy Jenna danced with that night.

As I walk beside him, I can’t help but notice that we’re taking a different entrance than the one I used the first time. The complete absence of noise in this room is almost eerie and puts me on edge as my heels click against the floor.

“Why’s it so vacant tonight? Last time I was here, it was pretty packed.”

“The boss closed the club for you to eat dinner,” he says while continuing his pace through a zigzag of rooms and hallways. Everything is still just as magical and dreamy as the last time.

My steps falter. “Wait... He owns this place?”

My throat almost closes at the thought, and I try to swallow the lump down. This should change everything... shouldn’t it? I can’t keep up with someone like this. I already felt like I was out of my element, but now I’m way beyond that.

“Yep.” He stops in front of a black door with intricate carvings and gold hardware. Over the door is a sign that says Four Senses.

How odd. This place is like falling down the hole in Alice in Wonderland .

“If you will,” he extends his arm, and I examine it in question. “You’re going to use my arm for a minute, if that’s okay?”

“Why?” The second the word is out of my mouth, my phone beeps. Rolling my eyes, I grab his arm.

“Your boss is a pain in the ass.”

“Don’t I know it.” He laughs as we walk into complete darkness.

The second the door closes, another set of arms are grabbing me.

“I’ve missed you,” a voice says with lips so close to my ear it gives me goose bumps.

“How can you see me in the dark? And why are we in the dark?”

“We’ll dine in complete darkness. It’ll give you the chance to use your other senses while your sight is taken away. I promise you the food will taste and smell better, your hearing will be more attuned to the sounds around you, and my touches will feel even better.”

Okay, not what I expected at all. This is a first. I did not know things like this existed.

“And how are you able to see?”

“I have night vision goggles on, of course.”

“Why do you get to see, and I don’t?”

“Because I’m going to feed you.”

He leads me to a table and helps me sit. It’s awkward as hell not being able to see. It also takes a tremendous level of trust I don’t think I’ve ever given to a practical stranger.

As I was getting ready earlier, I grabbed the holster for my knife but stopped and opted to go without it. Something in my gut told me I didn’t need it. He may want me for deviant activities, but I don’t think he would put me in danger or hurt me.

“You look beautiful tonight. The red dress is a pleasant touch. It’ll look great on my floor later.”

“He’s a cocky one...how charming.”

“I prefer to call it confidence. Are you ready to eat?”

“What are we having?”

“Mediterranean food.”

The unmistakable sound of a door being pushed open fills the room. I turn my head toward the noise, even though I can’t see anything.

“My favorite,” I smile. The aroma of fresh and earthy notes hit me the second it lands on the table, making my mouth water.

I feel a hand touch my knee, and I squeal. “It’s just me. I came closer to feed you.” His hand lingers, running up to my thigh before stopping. “Open.”

I comply, wrapping my mouth around a forkful. I moan as the rich flavors of lemon and garlic hit my tastebuds, only for him to chuckle in return.

The food is phenomenal.

“You seem to guess all my favorite things.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s a suspicious thing,” I say around another bite of food.

“I won’t hurt you, baby.”

“Then what’s with the secretiveness? I still haven’t seen you. Hell, I don’t even know your name.”

“Isn’t that part of the fun?”

“Not if I don’t know what to call you.”

“There are many things you can call me, baby,” he says while rubbing a finger between the small gap in my thighs and hitting my clit with every swipe.

I’m at his mercy. Completely blind, yet acutely aware of all sensations. The light touch is so much stronger and more intense in the dark.

His firm hands separate my thighs, bringing my dress up just before my hips, making the cold air hit the inside of my legs.

I try to tug my dress down, but he grips my hands in his. “Place your palms on the chair’s armrests. Don’t move them. Good. Now open your mouth.” His voice has a deep, raspy quality to it, and it makes me comply and melt at the same time.

I almost choke on my bite of chicken as his fingers rub across my lacy panties that are wet against my folds. His finger hooks into my panties before he pulls them to the side.

With my heart pounding and my grip on the chair tightening, I anxiously await his next move, my breath held in anticipation.

A cold object is placed on my knee, causing me to flinch. “Easy, it’s just ice.”

He runs the piece of ice up my leg before placing it over my slit. “Oh God!” I moan.

“That’s one of the names you may call me.”

Another piece of ice runs over my other leg. It stings before turning cold and soothing my hot, sensitive skin. The ice melts and drips down my thighs in an almost tickling sensation. But when he puts it on my clit, a zing of electricity runs through my core.

The suspense of the unknown is making me crazy. I bump my hips into his fingers that are holding the ice against me.

“Are you feeling needy?” he asks near my ear. “You want to come?”

“Yes,” I say in a whisper.

“Yes, what? You know what you need to do.”

My hesitation lasts only a second before I surrender to my needs and beg, just like he wanted me to do.

“Please make me come.”

“As you wish,” he rasps.

The sound of a chair scrapes the floor in front of me as his hands push my legs further apart. “Open your legs wider for me, baby.”

I do as he commands. A clinking of ice sounds in a glass, and then his mouth is on me.

“Fuck,” I cry out. The sensation of his mouth on my sensitive flesh is a peculiar mix of burning heat and chilling coldness that collides into euphoria.

As he licks my core, I grind my hips against his eager mouth. His arms wrap around my thighs as he opens my legs even more to feast on me.

I ride his face with long strokes before I scream out my release. My body tingles as the delicious aftershocks of pleasure pulse through me.

He groans. “You taste so fucking good.”

“That was amazing,” I say breathlessly, sounding cheesy as fuck but not caring in the slightest.

He runs his thumb and fingers against my jaw before leaning in and giving me a small kiss on my forehead. “You’re perfect. Let me pull your dress down so we can have dessert.”

“I thought you just had dessert.”

He gives a throaty laugh. “You’re my favorite kind of dessert, but this is for you. Open.”

He places something in my mouth that smells like chocolate. This is going to go down as one of the best nights ever.

I wrap my lips around his fingers, and he groans. The chocolate is velvety smooth, and the ganache melts in my mouth. My mouth is watering the second I swallow the godly dessert.

“Is this chocolate entremet?” I ask in shock, as it’s one of my favorite desserts of all time.

“You like it, baby?”

“It’s delicious.”

He feeds me a couple more bites, and I give a little yawn. Satiated from both the orgasm and the meal.

Strong arms grip under my knees and around my back, effortlessly picking me up and holding me against his hard chest. We walk through the dark room and out of a door that is equally dark on the other side.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Home.”

“Why don’t you ever ask for anything in return?” I thought that was the way things went. Especially in a situation like this. Whatever this is…

“I want many things, but I’m content with what I’m given... for now,” he says as he holds me closer and inhales the scent of my hair.

I’m not sure what he feels like he’s getting when I’m not reciprocating, but I let it be. Too exhausted for the back and forth.

My fingers run along the stone of the necklace that rests between my cleavage.

“You gave me this necklace.”

“I did...”

“Why exactly?”

“You don’t like it?” he asks with a hint of uncertainty.

“No, I love it. It’s just... unique.”

“As are you.”

Whether I want them to or not, those words have a way of filling my heart with a special type of joy. It makes me feel cherished.

“But what about the date on the tag?”

He falls silent for a moment, and I long to catch a glimpse of his expression.

“Nothing you need to worry about right now.”

Why all the hush-hush cloak-and-dagger secrecy; is something fishy going on?

“Has anyone ever told you how cryptic you are?”

I don’t know how, but I sense his smile.

“Maybe a time or two.”