He narrowed his eyes, burning with anger. “No one can make you feel the way I can,” he pronounced, his voice piercing as he stared deep into my eyes. “So, you used to switch from man to man to find a substitute for me? But remember, no one can pleasure you, to take you to ecstasy, only I can.”
“I am not looking for your substitute, and I am not a whore who switches from man to man,” I bit out, my voice tinged with both defiance and hurt.
He knew how to hurt me. He had done it in the past and must have enjoyed his effect on me.
“Good to know that you realize you won’t find my replacement,” he breathed out, a hint of arrogance in his tone.
“You’re such a conceited jerk,” I whispered, grimacing and fully aware of the consequences of insulting an alpha in his own territory. But his relentless provocations had pushed me to my limit.
“Why? Isn’t it true?” His smirk surprised me; I had expected him to be angry. “The last I remember, you almost came from kissing me. Do you want me to show you how else I can make you come?” He let his words out, laced with desire as his lips were dangerously close to mine, tempting me with their proximity.
“I know it already. I was married to you,” I surprisingly found myself accepting the undeniable chemistry we once had. The red-hot lust swirled in his eyes, mirroring my own desires.
“You would have come to me rather than going on a random date if you wanted an earth-shattering orgasm,” he leaned closer, his intense gaze fixed on my lips.
Panic surged through me as I realized the attention we were drawing in the luxurious five-star hotel’s crowded restaurant. Every eye was on us, and I couldn’t let this situation escalate any further.
I pressed my hands against his chest, halting him from going any further.
“We are in public,” I reminded him, my voice trembling.
“I don’t care,” he whispered.
“But I do,” I mumbled, gazing into his eyes, hoping he would understand the implications of our actions.
He clenched his jaw, becoming angry again. Was it because I stopped him and not Damon?!
A low furious growl rumbled from his chest, but then he grabbed my hand with a forceful grip.
“Come with me,” he ordered, not waiting for my reply, and began to drag me away.
As we approached the reception, he demanded a room key from the trembling receptionist. “Key!”
She handed him the key hesitantly, seemingly scared by the intensity of the situation.
He had a room in this hotel?! I didn’t get time to process this thought as he quickly dragged me to the elevator.
“Wait, where are we going?” I asked, panicking.
“You don’t want me to kiss you before everyone,” he replied sternly.
He pressed the button impatiently, and the elevator door slid open.
Once inside, he pressed the button for a floor without saying a word. As the elevator doors closed, the heat at that moment was palpable, and I could feel the electric charge between us. I knew I shouldn’t be here with him, but my senses were numb because the feeling he ignited in my core was so intense and hot. Rationality left me the moment his eyes held me captive. Now I didn’t know what I was doing as if an automated program was switched on.
He pressed me against the back corner, his hands slamming on both sides of my head, trapping me with an intensity that left me breathless. Our eyes locked, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his chest heaving loudly and brushing against my breast as if he was fighting for control.
My nipples became erect and hard as diamonds, poking through the flimsy fabric of my dress. In the confined space of the elevator, desire crackled between us like a live wire. My throat felt dry, and I struggled to catch my breath.
His heavy breathing fanned my face, his manly scent overwhelming my senses. The truth was, no one had ever made me feel like that. I was dripping wet just from his closeness and had to fight the urge to rub my thighs.
“You have a fiancee,” I bit my lip as I reminded him, my voice barely a whisper.
His gaze turned cold again, and a shiver ran down my spine.
“Are you looking for a romantic affair?” he challenged, tilting his head slightly.
“No,” I panted, and licking my lips, I added, “Not at all.”
“Good. Then, don’t worry,” he said, raising his chin smugly as if to assert his dominance.
Of course, he was used to cheating in a relationship. His reputation for being a playboy alpha preceded him.
The elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened. Without letting go of me, Zander held my waist and pulled me with him as we stepped out. He led me to a luxurious suite, hastily unlocking the door and ushering me inside. He entered, closing the door behind him impatiently.
Before I had a chance to take in my surroundings, he moved swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, his lips crashed onto mine, kissing me with raw, passionate hunger. His hands circled my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, and my own hands instinctively curled around his neck, deepening the kiss.