Page 7 of All Your Lies (All or Nothing #2)
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Gage
S ix years and eleven months—that’s how long I’ve anticipated this very moment.
I’ve fantasized about this exact moment for many more.
This woman has had a fucking chokehold on me since I was a boy.
From sunrise to sunset, she occupies my mind as both my first and last thought.
The cherry on top of this delicious fucked-up cake is that she doesn’t even know it’s me.
I knew she’d never come here on her own, so I had Jace, my friend and head of security, go to her friend Jenna’s place of work.
He flashed his smile at one of the dancers, then invited her here for a night of fun.
She, of course, went back to Jenna and the other dancers, eager to relay the information she had no right giving since she signed the NDA.
Usually, that would piss me the fuck off, but it was my only shot at getting Alexa here, and it worked.
It fucking worked.
One day soon, she’ll realize who is touching her and who she belongs to.
Who she’s always belonged to.
Until then, I’m going to take full advantage of this moment.
As she and her friend made their way through the club, I observed her intently, my instincts sharpened like a wolf poised to strike.
I made sure no fucker touched her or even got in her vicinity, just as I’ve done since getting out of prison.
Ever since she left college and my brother Marco, I’ve thwarted every attempt toward her. Some guys bowed out gracefully, others, not so much. The thought of someone touching her sends waves of fury coursing through my veins.
Jace is responsible for babysitting her friend tonight, leaving the little lamb all by herself.
Never did I think she’d venture into The Viewing Room. A favorite of the patrons.
They pay a pretty penny to have an exclusive monthly membership beyond the bar and club, to act out their darkest desires and fantasies. There’s nothing wrong with embarking on a journey of self-discovery and exploring the depths of others, and that’s precisely what I intend to do with Alexa.
I followed her through one of the many secret doors I had added when I was overseeing the build. My top priority is having an escape route, so I never feel trapped like a fucking animal again.
I click the false panel and walk through as I adjust my mask. This is the perfect opportunity to make my presence known, but anonymously.
I watch her like prey, making her rounds to each window. Observing her breathing grow shallower as she watches the debauchery makes me lightheaded. She likes what she sees. Her eyes are filled with curiosity and desire, and as she repeatedly licks her pink pillowy lips, my excitement grows.
I count to ten, trying to regain my composure, aware that we have an eternity together, though I’m tired of waiting.
Anger wells inside me as I notice a guy leering at her all by herself. I take it as my signal to step toward her, my gaze piercing into him, silently conveying my message to fuck off.
The closer I get to her, the more strongly I sense the ever-present, enigmatic force pulling us together, an undeniable connection that’s always existed.
The need to touch her, get under her skin, and consume her.
I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.
The demand, a hot, urgent thrumming, pulses through my veins, screaming for attention.
The moment I push my front into her back, I sense her body stiffen in surprise. I want her to remember how close we were, how good we could have been. How good we will be.
She has always fit me perfectly, and now it feels like a missing puzzle piece finally sliding into place as we come together again.
As I lean in, her candy-coated coconut scent fills my senses. I close my eyes and reminisce. Countless memories flood my thoughts. Laughter, happiness, and unrequited love.
She’s mine. My fantasy, my dream girl, my everything.
I slowly trail my hand up her spine before winding my fingers into the soft black hair at her nape.
With the heels she’s in, the top of her head barely reaches my chin, but it’s the perfect height for me to devour her.
With a slight tug, I move her head to the left, exposing her vulnerable neck.
I sniff and suck from her jawline down to her collarbone, eliciting goose bumps from her sensitive skin.
She’s so responsive; putty in my hands. So attuned to the way I touch her.
Right now, I think she’s willing to do almost anything. I decide to push her even further, not able to resist the temptation.
I remove my other hand from the window, bringing it to her abdomen and descending. The moment I arrive at the junction between her thighs, I close my eyes to fully experience the warmth and the sounds she is creating exclusively for me.
My fingers trace a small circle against her clit, pressing harder and moving faster with each rotation. She’s drenched, and through the buzzing in my ears and her muted sounds, I can still envision the sound of her wetness based on the sensation of her moisture on my fingers.
It would be so easy to make her come but I want her on edge. I want her to beg me for more.
Just as I feel her getting close, I back off.
“Oh God, please don’t stop,” she whimpers.
A smirk reaches my lips. “Now, now, piccolo angello. You’ll have plenty of time to beg me,” I say against her ear with a triumphant smile before rubbing her again with hard strokes.
Right now, having her under my dominance is the most freeing and exhilarating sensation I’ve experienced since leaving prison almost two years ago.
As I glance to my left, I notice a small group of people observing our every move. It’s time to take her to a secluded place, away from prying eyes.
I enjoy voyeurism, but not when it comes to the eyes being on her.
No one but me will witness her begging, pleading, or screaming.
No one will witness the way she falls apart except for me.
“Come with me,” I coax while pulling her away from the window and toward the door.
I want to feel her fear and see her run.
“Alexa!” someone says from behind me, and I go stiff. Shit, her friend . I should have disabled her bracelet the second I followed Alexa in here.
We both turn toward the unwelcome noise.
Her friend’s timing fucking sucks.