“Where are you, Evangeline?” he seethed into the phone. I knew him well enough to know that his fury was barely contained. If he were a cartoon character, there would be steam coming out of his ears.
Alek’s eyes darkened as he stood from the bed and slowly stalked over to me, his posture stiff like a predator. Apparently, his wrath was at the surface, too.
His hand shot out to grab my throat, blue eyes almost black with fury. The morning—crap, it was afternoon, I realized—sunlight fell across his body, illuminating the dark tattoos on his naked torso. My mouth watered at the sight of them, my hands running over his sculpted chest.
“Jules?” he snarled lowly. His hand tightened around my neck, not in a painful or frightening way but in one that made heat travel down my body. “You’remine.”
“My brother,” I mouthed, because apparently in all the stories about my older brother, I’d failed to ever say his name.
Alek relaxed, but only barely. He nodded once before pulling me back onto the bed with him, settling me on his lap, rocking up with his hips. We were still naked from earlier, which meant that his cock was rubbing against my sore pussy. I instantly became wet, my whole body tightening when his tip slipped inside of me.
I gasped, covering up the sound with a rushed question. “What are you up to?”
“‘What am I up to?’What am I up to?I’m over here fucking worried about you, Evangeline! I’ve called you ten damn times and no answer! TEN TIMES, EVANGELINE!” he roared through the phone. I had to pull away to keep from getting a headache.
Alek—who had previously been teasing my slit with his hard shaft, his eyes so hungry that they were almost black—gritted his jaw.
“Like hell someone is going to speak to you like that,” he said with so much wrath that it made me shiver, my core warming at the darkness in his tone.
There is definitely something wrong with you, Eva. You’re on the phone with yourbrother,and you’re getting turned on.
Though anyone who heard Alek’s voice at that moment would have been horny, too. He sounded like a god of sex.
I held up my hand and gave Alek a look that I hoped said,trust me. His face turned cold, but he nodded, and that was enough for me.
“Who the fuck was that?” Jules screamed.
Despite how it might have appeared, my brother could be really sweet sometimes. He was the most thoughtful person I’d ever met—well, maybe second-most now—always going to my shows, supporting my dreams, thinking about me when I most needed it. But Jules was sometimes a stubborn bulldozer, while I had the tendency to be… easily bulldozed. It was a combination that didn’t go well together.
I knew he meant well. He wanted to protect me in a world he thought was unsafe.
I just wished his form of protection didn’t feel so restricting.
“It’s the TV, Jules, calm down.”
“You don’t have a TV.”
“It’s Mia’s,” I said, trying to calm my racing heartbeat while Alek kissed down my body with a smirk that promised mischief. “I’m at her place. And before you ask, she came and got me, I didn’t take the metro, and I didn’t answer because I was taking a nap. You know, resting? Like you’ve been wanting me to do?”
It frightened me how easy it was becoming to lie to him. Once upon a time, Jules and I told each other everything. We were best friends because we were the only people we had. Jules didn’t trust anyone very much because he worried they would backstab him, and I was kept so sheltered that I couldn’t make friends even if I wanted to.
Yet despite the betrayal in my heart, I didn’t want to stop. The lies were the only thing letting me still see Alek.
Alek nudged my legs open. He reached forward, hands sliding up my thighs. I tried to flash him a warning look, but itwas right when his finger brushed across my clit. All my breath left my lungs as Alek dipped one finger to me before pulling it out slowly, agonizingly, and bringing it up to his lips.
He stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked, opening it enough for me to watch the way his tongue swirled around my juices, greedily inhaling each drop.
My breath stuttered. I wanted him. I wantedmorewith him. I wasn’t sure I could ever get enough of Alek.
“—are you even fucking listening to me, Evangeline?”
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry. You cut out.”
I tried to shoo Alek away, but he smirked at me, his lips still moist with my juices. Then, he ran his finger along my slit, gathering more of my wetness. I watched, enraptured, as he brought it to his cock before pumping himself up and down, using me to lubricate himself.
My mouth watered at the sight. I wanted him in my mouth again, in my pussy, getting his cum all over my aching body.
I reached for his cock, needing to touch him, but he swatted my hands away, his eyes teasing me as if to say,That’s what you get for trying to push me away earlier.
