Page 66 of Game of Revenge

Alejandro

She was sizing me up. Always. For the past few weeks, I had seen her walls come down just a bit and then go back up even higher than they were before. But even her frowning eyebrows couldn’t hide her beauty. This isn’t the time, I reminded myself, telling my dick to calm itself down.

She had finally learned the truth. I told her why she was here, what had happened. I felt the pit in my stomach lessen now that I could finally be honest with her. I could only hope she understood why I couldn’t tell her before, that I never meant for her to be caught in the middle of this fucking nightmare—even before I met her. I lost myself in her gaze, those wide brown eyes sucking me in every time she looked at me. I wanted her to believe me. I wouldn’t let Richard or Mathias hurt her—ever.

My hand was still holding her face in my direction. I caressed her chin with my thumb, unable to resist. She made one of those barely perceptible little moans that made my dick twitch once more. I needed to control myself. This was the time to reassure her, gain the trust I’ve been wanting for the past few months, make her feel safe with me.

“I want to find the diamonds. If I do, all of this ends. Richard has tripled the security at his house, so no one can enter. We've tried. My only option is to continue to play the interested investor, see if I can earn his trust,” I explained.

“You won't,” she said. "Richard trusts no one, except maybe George.”

“Ah, your fiancé,” I said dryly, my eyes darting toward that stupid fucking ring she had been wearing.

I should have never returned it to her. I didn't plan to. But a masochist-like need to see her reaction to it had led to me giving it back to her. I wanted to read her, see if she really did miss the fucker. I couldn’t help it.

Every time his name left her beautiful, sensual lips, I wanted to grab his fucking head and run it through the wall. I wanted to rip that ring off her finger and make him swallow it. They had looked so perfect together at her party, all proper, a matching set of class and elegance. I didn’t know her then, but I was still impacted by her beauty, her grace. There was a fire in her gaze, a fire I had no doubt George didn’t know what to do with. A fire I wanted—no, needed—to possess.

“Yes. He sees him as the son he never had,” she said coldly.

“Is that why you were dating him? To please Richard?”

I tensed. Not my favorite topic, but I needed to know where her heart laid as much as I needed to breathe.

“I AM dating him because he is the right man for me,” she said defensively, lips hard and eyes slanted as she looked at me with irritation.

Her words were torture, causing jealousy to burn me alive.

“You are sure of that?” I asked, getting closer to her again.

Amelia let out a shaky breath, while trying to keep her face emotionless, but I knew the truth. I had touched her before, and she had let me. Not because of fear, but because her breath accelerated every time I got closer to her.

I enjoyed seeing how nervous I made her, how irritated she got when she caught herself moaning for me with her lips parted.

“Yes.” Lies.

“I beg to differ.”

I looked into her eyes, her determination fighting her hunger for me. She walked backward until she felt the cold window glass on her back, her hands behind her. She let out a little scream. I smirked and walked to her. I stopped right in front of her, my chest lightly brushing against her braless round breasts. She stood there stiffly, her arms now straight by each side of her body, refusing to give in, fighting every reaction.

But her chest was moving up and down at a fast pace. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes searching mine.

I was boiling. I wanted to take her right there, satisfy this desire that had been consuming me since I brought her to my house—fuck, since I saw her at the party. But I knew I needed to take it slow. I had to, or I risked losing her, and that just wasn’t an option for me.

I lifted my hand and removed her hair from her face. Amelia was doing her best to keep her eyes open and not succumb to temptation.

“Does he make you tremble in anticipation like I do?'' I asked in a guttural tone, my lips now less than an inch from hers. She let out a sigh.

My breathing was accelerating as her smell invaded my every thought, my dick threatening to push out of my pants if it got any harder. “Does he kiss you like I kiss you?”

“Please stop,” she whispered. “You can’t do this.”

“Do what? Touch you like this?” I asked, my fingers going up her left thigh and under her skirt. “Grab you like this?” She moaned as she closed her eyes.

I continued as my hands wrapped around her hips, drawing her closer to my dick so she could feel me, hard and hot against her, so she could see what she was doing to me. I needed to feel her. I needed her to be mine, every inch of her body, every inch of her soul…mine.

She gasped, and I lost it. My mouth grabbed hers, possessing her, drawing her to me, taking and demanding that she give me all of her. Amelia moaned, her hands gripping me for support. I put the full weight of my body onto her, pre-cum wetting my boxers.

I wanted her, hard and raw, right now. I needed to be inside of her, to take away all the hunger and sexual frustration that had been torturing me since I laid eyes on her. Screw the consequences. But I refused to do it with that bastard's ring on her finger.