Page 67 of Ruthless Chaos

“From now on, you’re not allowed to drink if I’m not around.”

My eyes widen. “You can’t—”

“I just did,” he cuts me off, silencing me with a harsh look. “You clearly can’t handle it, and if I’m not around, I can’t help you.”

I pout. “You’re overreacting,” I say. “I’m fine.”

We’re in the elevator now, and I still don’t know where we’re going.

“I’ve told you what I expect of you, Allie.”

His hand slides up a little higher so the tips of his fingers are caressing the side of my breasts. I bite my lip to distract myself from how good it feels.

“If you disobey, there will be consequences.” He punctuates his threat with a smile, then moves his mouth closer to my ear. “Do you want to be on your knees again?”

My body grows rigid. “No.”Maybe?

Alexander chuckles. “Then you’ll be a good girl for me.”

There he goes again, calling me a good girl.

My heartbeat feels like it’s moved to my core. I suck in a breath, squeezing my eyes shut. The hardness of his body against mine doesn’t help—the clothes between us do little to hide the chiseled planes of his chest and abdomen.

It feels illicit that I find him this attractive, even his threats.

“Where are you taking me?” My voice is shaky, but I need to be sure.

If he’s taking me to his room, I need to know so I can prepare my mind for what’s going to happen. I don’t abhor the idea of it either, which scares me.

My question hangs in the air until the elevator doors open.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

EIGHTEEN

ALEXANDER

Allie feels rightin my arms.

Though she’s tense, her body is soft. There’s enough of her to hold on to. I like that. Her round ass is pushed up right over my cock, tempting me.

I’ve also found the source of that enticing vanilla scent.

It’s her hair.

Everything about her drives me crazy.

What a thrill it would be to bury my nose in her curls and take her from behind. Her soaking wet pussy would clench my cock with each thrust, and—

What the fuck am I thinking about?

My pants already feel too tight as it is.

Thinking about this won’t make it any easier.

Despite the urge to take her back to my room, I keep my feet moving in the right direction. She’s hurt, and I need to get her checked out.

I haven’t told her that yet, though.