ANTHOLOGY OF SINFUL DESIRES

Chapter Two

“Let’s get out of here.”

Xavier looked down at Alessandra, surprised. “But we just got here; the party’s still young.”

As if on cue, someone shouted, “Congrats Set ’20! Formalities are done, let’s unleash the party animals!”

The whole place roared with approval and Xavier pulled her to the dance floor. He was the one who made her discover dancing; if you called jumping up and down until you were exhausted, dancing.

Techno music pulsed the air, green and blue lights bounced and flashed against their faces and before she knew it, Alessandra was free, dancing wildly, her hair pasting against her face as her body glistened with sweat.

Xavier went to get them drinks and the music changed to something slower. The notes caressed her skin and she shut her eyes, hips swaying from side to side as she ran her hands slowly down her neck, between her breasts.

She opened half lidded eyes to see Xavier watching her with desire so evident in his eyes, he couldn’t help it. He walked up to her, then whispered in her ears, “You’re right. Let’s get out of here.”

….

The moment the front door had clicked shut behind them, she didn’t give Xavier a chance to speak. She reached up, grabbed the lapels of his jacket, and pulled his mouth down to hers.

“Mmm… someone’s eager tonight.”

“Just touch me, Xavier…please.”

She moaned, jumping a bit when she felt his hands slide down her inner thighs. His fingers hooked her thong and slid it down her legs. Pausing, he turned her around and unzipped the dress she was wearing, dragging it down to the floor as well.

She was naked before him and he licked his lower lip at the sight. “I would have done this sooner if I knew you didn’t have a bra on.”

She took his hand and led him to the bedroom and he watched the way her ass swayed with the movement. “Holy f**k, Ale,” he murmured.

His jeans were taut, it took her a while to unbutton it and when his erection was finally let free, her eyes widened.

She never got used to how large he was. She took him in her hands, her thumb and fingers unable to touch. He thrusted his hip in her hand, his breath hitching.

“Don’t toy with me,” he growled before gripping her and placing her on the bed. In one move, he grabbed her hips and nestled between her thighs. Alessandra arched her back, her breasts rising up to him like an offering and he took a n****e in his mouth, tongue rolling over her pink bud.

He reached down to position his tip and pushed lightly inside her. She let out a small sound.

“Is this alright?”

She could only take him an inch at a time. She nodded, “Yes, f**k yes.”

That was all the permission he needed. He went deeper and deeper with small thrusts and with every inch, Alessandra felt like she was going to burst out with pleasure.

His hips dipped and pulled out only to dip some more and she was thrashing beneath him. “Xavier…please.”

He kissed her swollen lips, enchanted by the way her body moved with desire and a rhythm only she could hear. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

Her eyes, glazed over with lust pleaded with him. He pulled out of her and then a second later, thrust into her with more force. She screamed and he covered her mouth with his, drinking her moans.

Her fingernails dug into his arms as he drilled into her again and again, the headboard hitting the wall over and over.

They were both sweating now and her orgasm was building up as she gripped him. “Xavier…”she managed, “I’m going to come already.”

He looked down at her. “Good girl.”

It was like his voice was an activator because as soon as he said those words, her entire body went still as she climaxed, pleasure rolling over her body, leaving goosebumps at its wake.

“You’re a goddess, vita mia,” he rasped, watching her body jerk from the orgasm.

And he was still hard.

…..

She lost count of how many times they had s*x that night, but she eventually passed out from intense pleasure.

When she woke up, it was still dark outside. Xavier’s long arms were thrown possessively across her stomach and the warmth of his body spread through her. Immediately, she was aroused and she pressed her ass against his groin.

She wished she could have him in her one more time.

It was 4 in the morning. Slowly… so slowly it took some minutes, she lifted his arm and slipped out from beneath him without making a sound. She dressed up in the darkness, holding her breath every time he shifted in his sleep.

When she was done, she tried to leave but it felt so wrong. Everything was wrong, but she couldn’t just leave like that.

Alessandra found a piece of paper on his desk and a pen, then she went to the bathroom where the dim night light was on.

With her hands shaking, she wrote: “I’m sorry. I don’t have the courage to explain. Please don’t wait for me.”

That would have to do. Quietly, she returned to the room and dropped the note on the nightstand, placing his wristwatch on it, then she made her way out of his house and was gone.

“It’s time!”

Alessandra blinked, the sound of her mother’s voice shattering the memory away. It took her a minute to remember where she was.

“Marcus Cole is waiting downstairs with the press. The registrar is in the study.”

Right, she was back in Georgia.

“Stop staring at yourself in the mirror " her mother instructed, “You look perfect.”

Alessandra rolled her eyes and her mother stood beside her, giving her a stern look from the mirror. “You knew this day would come. Your father gave his word, and the Grant family honors its debts.”

Alessandra let out a sigh, then stepped back from the mirror, the focus spanning out from her face to the wedding gown she was wearing.

The heavy ivory silk pooled around her feet in sweeping waves. Hand-stitched pearls traced the tight bodice, squeezing her ribs so hard every breath felt like she was pulling glass into her lungs. A cathedral-length lace veil swept from the crown of her hair down to the shiny marble floor.

Her mother took the edge and flipped it, the veil covering her face gently, sealing her fate.

If only she knew that five years later, she would stand before this same mirror as a widow.