Billionaire Stepbrother (A Dark Erotic Romance)(9)

I was breathing hard again due to being so close to him and tried to swallow the nervousness that was floating all around me as I lifted the receiver to the side of my face.

“Hello?” I croaked.

“Aimee? Are you OK? You don’t sound like yourself,” she asked, her tone was full of worry and impatience. She didn’t need me causing problems while she was on her honeymoon.

“I’m fine, Mom.” I stared into Lex’s blue eyes, not really hearing or listening to her. Another bolt of lightning struck as his cold finger slid up my arm.

“Well, good then. I managed to get a signal and thought I’d let you know we arrived safe. I miss you, honey.”

His hand skipped over my elbow and floated down onto my waist, smoothing at the curve. My mouth went suddenly dry as my gaze fell upon the rising material at his crotch.

“Aimee, are you there? Damn cell reception,” she muttered.

Lex’s hand made its way around to the dip of my spine. He grabbed a chunk of bare cheek and yanked me closer. My breathing was out of control, a rasping rhythm, surely she could hear me down the phone, I thought.

“I miss you too Mom. I have to go… Hope you have a nice time, love you,” I said, speeding through the words and ended the call; dropping the phone onto the island’s granite top. Lex took his other hand and used to pull me closer still.

His body was as hard as sculpted marble and my breasts were squashed up against the unrelenting figure.

I looked up at him again. “What now?” I breathed.

“Now, we begin again.” He tilted his chin and released the tie from around his neck and slipped it over my willing wrists. As Lex took his time wrapping the silk fabric around and around, making sure it was tight and secure, my fingers tentatively extended out and brushed his shirt. I closed my eyes and sighed; why did this feel so wrong and yet so deliciously right. My thoughts bundled together and spun around like a tumble–dryer out of control. Being so close to him made my head whirl.

He smelled like the ocean on a warm summer’s day; salty, fresh and clean… oh but what I had in mind for him, what I wanted to do to him and with him was far from pure.

Lex finished with my bindings and I was ready for him to caress me again. It was agony waiting for him. I bit my tongue and resisted the urge to take control. I could do this, I thought. I would let him guide me; let him have the power.

His forefinger lifted my chin up and his thumb kneaded the small dimple at the centre.

“You will do as I say.” It wasn’t a question; he stated a fact. He could sense my malleable state. My barriers had all but crumbled, eroded by not just his will but my own.

I nodded my agreement and licked my lips dangerously touching upon his thumb on my chin. A fire ignited inside me and I hope his thumb would find its way into my mouth.

Lex cocked his head as if debating whether or not to scold me for my boldness. The moment passed. He reversed me towards the stainless steel fridge. My butt slapped against the cold vertical surface and he brought my bound hands up high above my head again.

“Who do you belong to?” he questioned.

This was it, I thought, this was the moment where everything would change. If I accepted him, gave in to him, my life would be truly turned upside down. I felt like Alice; on the verge of a great adventure, almost ready to jump head first down into a dark rabbit hole, leading god knows where. I just needed a little push.

My thoughts swirled around my confused head. His finger reached out and rested upon my bottom lip as if he were trying to encourage the words to fall from my mouth.

That gentle touch was all it took; it was the final push I needed as it sent raw urges through me.

“You,” I whispered.

His eyes lit up and Lex slipped his finger into my parted mouth.

I moaned at the bizarre but delicious sensation as my tongue explored and wrapped itself around his digit.

Before I could get used to a part of him being in me, he removed his finger and was suddenly upon me; closer than ever as he pressed his face into my neck, nuzzling my flesh. Jolts of pleasure shot up the back of my head with each tease of his warm mouth.

“Take off your clothes,” I asked tentatively. I longed for him to see him stripped bare, to feel his skin against my own, but he kept me held against the fridge door, his hips pinning me as I felt his cock pressed hard against my stomach.

“Shh,” he said, “keep your hands like that.” I kept my arms elevated above my head as he caressed the length of my body; from my wrists down to my sides. He bent his long torso and knelt, his eyes level with my belly button, as he continued to draw his hands down.

“Open your legs,” he commanded. I could feel his rapid breath trickling into the V at the top of my thighs.