This is a continuation of a serial piece of erotic fiction. You may wish to start at the beginning,here.
Alexandra’s body shook with the intensity of the kiss. Victor’s fingers dug into her skin, eight points of near pain that anchored her, his mouth, lips, tongue demanded and she opened with willing eagerness. Her lungs burned with the need to breathe even as her grip on the back of his neck tightened. She could feel him, hard and unyielding, pressed against her. She couldn’t help the whimper when he tore his mouth from her with a groan. Her chest heaved as she gulped for air and he drew a ragged shuddering breath. A tremble shook her spine when she tried to bring her lips back to his and he ducked his head, leaving them with their brows together.
“Alexandra, no.” Her name on his lips evoked a riot of emotions in her, spoken in a hoarse voice that spurred a blossom of heat between her thighs. “Please don’t,” she whispered, feeling him collect himself, the ripple of tension along his body. Victor pulled back, icy, no, blue-hot eyes capturing hers. His words tore through her in a riptide of desire and frustration. “I can’t, Alexandra.”
She stared at him in confusion, quivering in his grasp like a wind stroked leaf. “Why?” Alex wasn’t going to let him push her off again, not without an explanation. He groaned, jaw flexing under her fingers and pushed her from him.
“It’s private. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
She struggled to get words passed her lips, her voice failing to form anger twisted with her attraction for him. Like a freak summer storm fury tore through her. Her hand exploded against his cheek, the crack startling Alexandra as much Victor. “You bastard,” she snarled and fled.
“Al, honey, calm down, you’re not making any sense.”
Alexandra continued to pace, her skirt swirling around her calves with each pivot. Her pulse still pounded with her rage, cheeks bright with color. “I want to kill him,” she growled.
“Do you want to kill him or fuck him.” She stumbled to a halt, turning to stare at her friend, her crude statement shocking her silent.
“C’mon, Al. Sit down and tell me what’s going on. You’ve been vague for weeks.” Stacy clasped her wrists, tugging her towards the couch. “We’re best friends, sweetie. Spill it.”
Alex collapsed onto the cushions, her energy deserting her. Haltingly she revealed the whole strange dance between herself and Victor, fingers plucking at the fabric of her skirt, eyes staring unseeing across the room. When she began relaying her morning her friend startled her silent with a growl.
“I’m going to kill him for you. What the hell?” The vehemence made her laugh and she finally let her anger go.
“You know, you’re right, Stacey. What the hell is right.” Alexandra jumped to her feet, reaching a hand to Stacey. “C’mon, best friend o’mine. We’re going dancing. Anyone who treats me like that isn’t worth my time.”
“Damn straight, Al. We’ll get the girls together and paint the town red.” Stacey dragged her off to the bedroom to change and Alex followed willingly. She’d be damned if she would let a man treat her like that.
Though how she’d face him next week was beyond her.
Continue reading in part 13 of The New Canvas