Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

A lexandra

It was good to be a billionaire. I could see that now.

I’d gotten brave after studying for two hours, opening one of the tests. It was like I was a first year, not third, in the length and depth of the questions being asked. I’d checked three times to make certain the wrong one hadn’t been sent.

It hadn’t been.

Nico’s donation had encouraged at least this instructor to go easy on me. Not just this one. The second and third had too and I’d breezed through those tests without studying. It was ridiculous and I was ready to contact my professors and tell them to give me the real tests.

But honestly? I wasn’t certain my mind could process the more complicated information.

I pushed away my laptop, sitting back in my chair as I tried to shut down my brain. One last exam and I’d be finished. I just couldn’t do it today. There was too much else crowding my brain.

I’d enjoyed the time spent with Isabella and while she hadn’t directly made fun of the clothes I’d purchased, I could tell she was calculating what she could purchase to go with the rather mundane clothing.

At least the items were neatly placed in my closet or in the dresser. My eyes were tired, stinging from staring at a screen and the second bottle of water was almost gone. I hadn’t paid any attention to what time it was.

Close to four.

For me, quitting time.

I’d changed into shorts and a tank top. It was a little chilly outside, but I’d kept my door closed so I could study without interruption. No one had bothered me, including Nico. That had shocked me. I had gone out to the balcony once, noticing men crawling over the backyard and recreational facilities. They were installing additional cameras and what appeared to be sound equipment.

That just continued to boost how nervous Nico was about the guy he called the Greek. Later, I would spend some additional time on the internet searching for anything that might prove to be helpful, although I was certain his state-of-the-art systems could provide everything he needed to learn about the leader who’d terrorized me.

My thoughts drifted to the condo fire and my aunt again, but I just couldn’t go down that road. I’d demand an update on my aunt and maybe a phone call. That would help soothe my anxiety.

Maybe.

I stood and my legs instantly developed a cramp from curling them under me on the hardback chair. I certainly wasn’t a teenager any longer.

Boom!

The shock of the loud sound brought a slight scream up from my throat. It took me a second to realize the sound had come from someone kicking in the door. Before I had a chance to react defensively, I was whisked off my feet, pushed hard against the wall next to the French doors.

“Nico.” I didn’t manage to get out another word before he captured my mouth, immediately thrusting his tongue inside. His hands roamed my body, moving up and down as far as they could go. His actions were rough, more so than he’d been in the forest. I knew instinctively something was terribly wrong.

But there was no denying the heat between us or the need. Where I’d been initially startled, I was now piping hot full of desire. It wouldn’t matter if I wasn’t. He was taking what he wanted.

What he believed belonged to him.

Everything was becoming a huge blur, including the thoughts in my mind. What could have occurred to push him to this point? There was no room for thinking, his tongue exploring every inch of my wet mouth.

I initially had my palms pressed against his shoulders, but as the excitement continued to tear through me, I rolled them over his shoulders to his back.

When he broke the kiss abruptly, pushing my hands away, I was surprised. But when it took him all of three seconds to rip off my shirt and shorts, bunching up my thong in his huge hand, I was in shock. The hard pull and ripping sound of the lace was even more startling than before.

I was completely naked and he was fully dressed. We were now in the bright sunlight and his chest was heaving as he gazed down to my toes.

So many questions were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t ask them. I was so out of my depth I didn’t know what I was doing.

Nico’s nostrils were flared as he raked both his hands through his hair. His jaw was clenched to the point I knew he had to be grinding his teeth. I’d never seem him so… There wasn’t a correct word in my mind. Agitated? Furious? Uncertain?

No, I could swear I sensed guilt.

He wasted no time unfastening his trousers and as soon as the material was pushed past his hips, he advanced. The hindrance of his clothing didn’t seem to bother him at all. I knew exactly what to expect, but I was still tense. The moment he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, driving me up the wall, it was impossible to hold back a scream.

He immediately covered it with his mouth, sucking away my breath. With one hard jerk of my leg then the other, he had them both wrapped around his hips.

After securing my arms over my head, he used the friction of the wall and our combined bodies to keep me securely in place.

He finally pulled away by a few inches, his smile practically evil, certainly primal. There was no doubt in my mind I was his drug, his fix from whatever he’d gone through.

And the truth?

He was mine.

The sounds of our hard fucking meshed together.

Our heavy breathing.

His intense growls.

My slight whimpers.

All of it to create a perfect symphony. My pussy muscles ached from the roughness, but I was almost enthralled, pressing my knees against him with as much force as I had.

I even struggled in his hold, using all the strength left in me, although I had no desire to escape.

It was our game.

Our push and pull.

The moment where we were becoming… one.

The thought was as ridiculous as it was amazing.

With every guttural sound he made, the hard stare he was giving me, I sensed his possessiveness was stronger than before. Why? What had suddenly turned him into a crazed beast? Something had definitely changed in the man.

I was emotional for no reason other than not knowing. Without knowing him and his moods, it was so tough for me to try to decipher what the hell was going on.

Maybe I didn’t want to.

Tears even formed, which was ridiculous. I wasn’t a weak girl. I couldn’t lose it now. Not when every inch of my body tingled with delight and longing. Not when my heart was thudding and my core was heated to a thousand degrees.

And certainly not when an orgasm rushed out of the blue, spiraling over me like a raging tidal wave. I lost it completely, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as I constantly made purring, moaning noises.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

The sound was unrecognizable as mine even though I knew the single syllables were. He followed with another round of deep, husky growls that reminded me of the kind a wolf would make.

My pussy clenched and released a dozen times, my gasps becoming more frequent. I was certain I was going to lose my mind as a single climax roared into a second one with no break. With me shaking like a leaf, any sounds coming from my mouth were now skipping.

Like a broken record.

A laugh finally bubbled to the surface as I started to come down from sheer euphoria, but he wasn’t backing down from his ferocity. I was slammed against the wall over and over again, the rattle of the harsh actions driving me to uncontrollable moans.

I ripped at his shirt until I could get my fingers underneath, scratching his back almost as violently as he was fucking me. I knew I had to be drawing blood. Neither one of us cared.

Just when I was saddened by the fact the incredible, yet brutal moment was going to be over, he dropped me to the floor, spinning me around and pressing me against the wall again. My arms were forced into the same position as before, with no flexibility to move whatsoever.

Nico kicked my legs apart and I held my breath waiting for him to drive his shaft into my ass.

He didn’t. It was as if he wanted to fill me with his seed. He returned his big, fat cock to my pussy, the savage drive taking my breath away.

If he only knew what he did to me, the crazy yearning that never left after he was gone. I found it tough to believe it had only been a few days.

Or that I’d almost started to hate him before this nightmare had begun.

With every stroke, he breathed against the side of my neck, even taking the time to rip out my ponytail, twisting the long strands in his hand. He pushed it aside a few seconds later, dipping his head so he could lick and bite down on my neck.

I arched my back, trying to ensure I could provide him with complete access. There was pain, but the rapture outweighed the rough sting of his teeth. I bucked hard against him and he slowly crawled his hand up my back to my shoulder then up the wall. I was surprised when he let go of my wrists long enough to grab my hand.

As he intertwined our fingers together, I took gasping breaths, much like he was doing. We were working together yet the push and pull remained. I was his for the taking and I wasn’t going to try to drive him away no matter the consequences.

Was it a match made in heaven? Of that I had no idea, but this was fantastic, a fantasy come true.

His guttural sounds picked up, all breathless and almost grumpy. He was pushing hard to come, eager to satisfy his needs. This wasn’t about romance, but hard fucking. He needed this for himself.

With six savage thrusts, his entire body tensed and he finally allowed himself to release. I’d never heard a man roar the way he did, animalistic in a seductive way.

I was still trying to catch my breath as he clamped down on my fingers, nuzzling into my neck. The moment was something I could never forget, but would it be for all the wrong reasons?