Daddy's Little Brat: The Alpha's Temptress

08|Lust

Eleanor pov

Lust. What was the definition of lust?

Lust was an intense, consuming hunger. An uncontrollable craving. A longing that stripped away reason and left only burning desire.

Lust was… Alexander Blackthorn.

“Have you heard about the Alpha’s brother? I heard that—”

The whispers always began like that.

People murmured that not only was Alexander cruel, but he was insatiable. That different women warmed his bed every night. That he was a womanizer who took whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

I had heard those words from the hushed gossip of maids in the packhouse, I had heard it from women at lavish parties, their lips curling in judgment even as their eyes burned in curiosity. I had heard it in the passing conversations of men who I had done businesses with—men who spoke his name with both respect and unease.

Alexander was a man who rarely left his mansion deep within the forest and was somehow the subject of everyone’s tongue. Aside from his madness and his strength, people knew him for one thing—his lust.

A man deemed vile because s*x, they said, should be sacred, shared only between fated mates, a blessing bestowed by the goddess.

However…

My heart raced.

My breath hitched.

My entire body locked in place as I stared at the man before me.

He lounged lazily against his seat, a glass of dark wine dangling from his fingers, his posture careless, almost bored. And yet, his eyes, those sharp, knowing eyes were trained on me with an unrestrained smirk curving his lips.

He was watching me as the obscene sounds of gagging and wet slurping filled the air.

Sounds that should have been hidden behind closed doors, intimate and private but here it was, in the open, in the presence of others, he made no effort to conceal them.

A woman knelt between his legs.

Her head moved slowly, rhythmically, her lips stretched as she took him in again and again, her hands gripping his thighs as though anchoring herself. She didn’t care who watched and through it all, his gaze never left mine.

“Well, don’t you look stunning in blue, Miss Delilah.”

His voice was low, rough and amused.

Heat crept up my spine, but my face remained cold, unreadable.

The air thickened. Time seemed to slow yet, the sounds didn’t stop. The wet, humiliating noises continued to echo, filling every corner of the space.

I inhaled slowly, steadying myself. Then, deliberately, I looked away.

My attention shifted to the table before me, to the neatly arranged dishes, to anything but the man watching me like I was his next source of amusement.

Calmly, I reached for my glass of water, lifting it to my lips.

“Thank you,” I said evenly, taking a small sip. “I didn’t expect you to know my size.”

I was referring to the dress and as I set the glass down, I caught it, the shift.

His smile widened, not just amusement now. Interest.

His head tilted slightly, dark hair falling over his forehead as his eyes glinted with something sharper. For a moment, he said nothing, simply watching me, studying me and then he chuckled, low.

But I ignored him, picking up my fork and knife, beginning to eat as if nothing was happening yet, from the corner of my eye, I saw it, his hand disappearing beneath the table, grabbing a fistful of the girl’s hair.

The next second, he forced her down harder. A sharp, broken sound filled the air as he tilted his head back slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing while a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. His eyes never once left mine.

“Of course I know your size,” he murmured, his tone smooth, unhurried, certain.

“C-cup…” he went on, like he was reciting something trivial. “A twenty-four inch waist…” His gaze dragged over me, slow and deliberate, like he was undressing me without touching. “And thirty-six on your hips.”

My grip on the cutlery stilled.

I looked at him, disbelief slipping through before I could stop it and he caught it instantly.

That faint smile deepened.

How did he know?

I wanted to ask but I didn’t. Something told me I wouldn’t like the answer.

“You’re easy to read,” he said softly, “Every inch of you.” His fingers tightened in the girl’s hair again, pushing her deeper without even looking at her.

“Perfect proportions,” he added, almost absently. “Exactly what men crave, unlike your sister.”

He paused, then quieter, more deliberate.

“Your husband didn't know what he had” His lips curved faintly. “I would have.”

He took a slow sip of his wine, completely composed, like the sounds beneath him didn’t exist. The girl beneath him choked again, but he didn’t spare her a glance, not even once as though he felt nothing, not even a little.

He didn’t even look like he was enjoying it and yet, somehow, I was the one reacting.

I didn’t understand it. Why my panties were damp again. Why the sight of him, sitting there, composed, with a woman on her knees made something inside me twist.

Why I wished—

Goddess.

Why I wished I was the one in her place.

On my knees. Choking on Alexander.

I felt disgusted. I forced out a shaky breath, shaking my head as I swallowed hard. I cut into my steak, avoiding his gaze, and changing the conversation.

“You said the lesson ended earlier…” My voice came out softer than I meant it to. “What lesson is this?”

“That,” he said, nodding lazily toward the girl, “was only the first phase.”

Suddenly, his hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. She gasped instantly, air rushing into her lungs as her body trembled, her face flushed deep red but her eyes weren't filled with fear.

They were filled with something else.

Lust. Raw, unfiltered lust.

The kind of look that came from tasting something forbidden and wanting more. She stared at him like he was everything, like she couldn’t exist without him.

My breath caught as I flicked my gaze back to Alexander.

What did he do to her to make her look at him like that?

Then my eyes dropped.

Lower.

To the hard length between his thighs, veins tracing along it, it was thick…big, throbbing.

I swallowed.

His smirk widened as if he knew exactly where my thoughts had gone.

He released her hair, patting her head almost absently and the girl leaned into his touch, actually rubbing against his hand, her eyes fluttering shut like she’d been rewarded.

Like a pet.

Alexander leaned back, his posture relaxed, dominant without the slightest effort as his gaze slid back to me.

“Have you ever given a man a blowjob before?”

My brows furrowed, but I didn’t answer.

I didn’t have to. It was written all over my face.

Ethan was the only man I had ever been with. Just once. I had been a virgin then and even that memory was rushed, rough, forgettable. There had been no pleasure in it.

So how could I have ever done something like that? Before I could speak, Alexander chuckled softly.

“Thought as much,” he murmured.

His gaze flicked to the girl, then back to me.

“Then watch closely,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “And describe it.”

I blinked. “What?”

His smile didn’t falter.

“You’re going to tell me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for refusal, “exactly how you would suck me. How you’d take me into that pretty mouth of yours and make me cum.”

My breath hitched.

“And while you describe it” His eyes darkened slightly as he glanced at the girl. “She will follow your instructions.”

Silence enveloped the entire space.

“This lesson,” he added, leaning forward just slightly, his gaze locking onto mine, “is about learning without touching.”

My lips parted, disbelief flickering across my face.

He was joking…right?

However, he didn’t look like he was, not with that glint in his eyes as he drawled out lazily, a wild smile spreading across his face.

“Now, go on,”

He murmured, a quiet challenge in his voice.

“Use your imagination, Miss Delilah”