Page 77 of Shifting Hearts

ELEVEN

Maddy

T he night was pleasant enough and the dinner delicious.

By the time Alejandro and his uncle joined us, I was well on my way to making a friend of Gabby.

Benito was still arrogant, but I have been dealing with men like him in the club as well.

The only thing that saved him was that I ignored and never told Alejandro of his constant salacious thoughts about me.

Something must have been said in the office because Alejandro was a little subdued when he returned and shut me out of his thoughts.

I tried to act normally, but it wounded me deeply to think that he might have some more information about Alexi's whereabouts and was keeping it from me. But he wouldn’t do that, right?

He is oddly quiet in the car ride home, except for one question.

“Could you read Benito’s mind?”

I stare out the window so as not to give anything away but nod when I feel his stare burn into the back of my head.

The car stops in front of Alejandro’s building, and he immediately gets out and walks to the door.

The doorman opens and greets me friendlily, but before I can answer back, I feel Alejandro’s hand slip around my waist. I am pulled close, and he kisses me lightly on the forehead before he greets the doorman and guides me to the elevator.

“Why the hell did you do that?”

“I should’ve done it earlier.”

Folding my arms under my chest, I grimace. “I don’t appreciate lying to people. You can’t pee around me and mark your territory.”

He roars when he pushes me up against the elevator wall, hands slamming at the sides of my head with a loud thud.

“Oh no, mi pequena vibora , I am going to do so much more than that. When I am done, the whole city will have heard you scream out my name in the throes of passion. When I’ve painted your insides with so much cum that it drips out of you and when you’ve finally surrendered to me,”—he gets right in my face—“only then will you truly understand what it means to belong to me.”

The doors of the elevator open, and he walks out without looking back once.

My legs are trembling, and although I know I should just turn around and run, I feel my feet carry me to the open door, waiting to strike with a silent blow of seduction.

I close the door behind me and lean my back against it to find my bearings. Before me, Alejandro is tearing his shirt from his body and unbuckling his belt.

Come here and get on your knees!

Delight fills me to know that he is using our connection to let me know exactly what he wants from me, but I still hesitate. I can’t afford to fall deeper into this rabbit hole.

But honestly, it feels like I’m already at the bottom, and the time I can spend with this man is running out. I need to find Alexi sooner rather than later, and then all this will have to end.

It is easy to pretend that he owns me right now, but will I be able to gather the pieces of my soul and leave him behind when all this is done?

Wouldn’t it have been so much easier just to confess to him who Alexi is and beg him to help me?

No, I can’t take that chance.

Not yet.

I toe off my sneakers and lift my hands to untie the bow behind my neck.

Alejandro turns around, and his eyes are filled with desire and my demise.

When his pants drop to the floor, I am already lowering myself down at his mercy.

You are going to choke on this dick until I cum all over your tits.

I nod and lick my bottom lip before I open my mouth, ready to accept his offer.

He snarls and thrusts his hard cock deeply into my mouth until he bruises the back of my throat with the force.

Good girl, now suck me dry.

He pulls all the way out before slamming back in, and I pierce the skin on his thighs with my eager grip as I ram his dick repeatedly into my mouth.

Dinner was pleasant enough, but I have never felt as starving as when this man offered himself to me like this.

His head lolls back and I hear the distinct groan of pleasure leave his lips. I buckle down and feel my mouth corners ache from being spread open so far, but that only adds to the magnitude of the moment of holding so much power over this man.

Just as promised, he thrusts deeply before he suddenly pulls out and comes all over my body, marking what is already his.

Though I will never admit to it, I know he can see it in the delight I take in his need to claim all of me.

He lifts my chin with his forefinger and says, “That was magnificent. Are you ready for more?”

Why is he asking for permission? Didn’t we have a deal?

But as much as I try to read his mind, he closes himself off from me again. The gesture makes me want to pout, but I use the insolence instead to get what I want.

“That is, if you think you’ve got it in you to give anymore. You were quite tame last time, and that is definitely not what I signed up for when I thought a big bad cartel enforcer was going to take me.”

He pulls me up from my knees and grabs my waist to press me against his already hardening cock.

“Is that so? Then please enlighten me, little viper, what exactly did you expect?”

I shrug before I place my hands on his muscular shoulders. “I am not sure, maybe something monumental. At least something that will make a hell of a story one day.”

Hands still on my sides, and he carries me around to the back of the couch. “I am sure I have something that can be perceived as monumental.”

Without warning, he bends me over the backrest and kicks my legs wider. Breathing hard, I try to look over my shoulder at him, but he disappears from view when he kneels and buries his face inside my wanton pussy.

From this angle, I can feel him spear his tongue deeply, and I cry out in pleasure when he spreads my cheeks and circles my puckered, freshly waxed spot.

“Hmm, I can make it so good, pequena vibora , but we’ll do that another time. First, I need to prepare you for the surprise.”

“What can you possibly mean?”

Oh, it is all part of my plan to make you addicted to this cock, baby. Now, be a good girl and scream for me.

He dives in and starts circling and licking my clit in all earnest, and it doesn’t take long for my body to convulse at the pleasure that ripples through every taught-pulled muscle.

The cries that leave my body sound inhuman, and I still murmur his name softly when I come down slowly from the high with him still licking, but now with feather-light touches.

“That was too quick,” I say when I try to straighten up, but his forceful hand pushes me back down.

“Oh, no, little viper. You wanted to see the beast and now you will get to experience him in all his deliciously wicked glory.”

He leans over me, and I look down to see him grab my breasts. He holds on tightly, but the first indication that I made a mistake in underestimating him comes in the form of a transformation.

“The skin on your hands and arms is changing,” I say in awe as I struggle to stare at the sight before me.

His head is next to my ear when he whispers seductively, “That is not all, little viper. Now you will feel what it means to be with a real Basilisk.”

I feel his head at my opening, but it isn’t as velvet and smooth as before. It feels coarser somehow, more textured, and the sensation it creates when he slides into me is indescribable.

His pace is slow and measured, but with every inch, I feel myself falling deeper into the abyss that is Alejandro.

I am so wet that even with the extra friction, he slides seamlessly in and out of me to touch the right spot inside me every single time.

The pressure of his hands kneading my breasts and pinching my tender nipples can’t distract me from the pleasure pulsing between my legs with every bucking of his hips against me.

“You are such a good girl, taking me so deep.” Each word is punctuated by a flick of his hips, and I need to keep myself from howling in delight.

The friction of his textured cock against my sensitive flesh is starting a fire that spreads to all my extremities. Hot and fiery, my desire for this man runs rampant in my body, and I am defenseless against the effect he has on me.

Perspiration leaves a subtle sheen on my skin as I will myself to withstand the overwhelming orgasm that wants to rob me of all my senses.

I am not willing to give in to this feeling just yet. I want it to last a little bit longer, but as if he can read my mind, he nibbles on my earlobe before he commands, “Come for me!”

No longer in control of my actions, my body surrenders to the sweet promise of oblivion that fuses my soul to his.

I huff in desperation, unwilling to break the sweet moment of having him so close to me.

Reluctantly, I let go of his hands, which I had been clutching to my breasts, and allow him to stand. Eager to see if he also had a life-changing experience, I turn around on wobbly legs to find him striding away to the bedroom.

Unsure if I need to follow him, I focus my energy on reading his mind, but once again, he has shut me out.

Looking down, I see the proof of his release leaking out of me, and although I know I need to get cleaned up, I don’t want to break the illusion of the moment.

I walk around the couch and flop down on the seat, not caring if I create a mess on what must be an expensive couch.

Why did he act so aloof? Was my inexperience such a turnoff that he can’t even fake intimacy afterwards?

Nonchalantly, he strolls back into the room carrying a washcloth. He comes right up to me and asks, “Do you mind?”

When I shake my head, he cleans me up with gentle strokes.

Who is this man that can be so kind, one moment, and yet so demanding the next?

Once clean, he pulls me up by the hand and walks me to the bed, where he pulls back the bedding, climbs in behind me, and tucks me close to his body.

Minutes later, I listen as his soft snoring fills the room.