"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
Lonzo Mattia doesn't like strangers.
When his underboss, Gabriel, invites his sister, Alexia, to stay at their house when her parents can n...
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A L E X I A D A L T O N
I don't know how my legs had the energy to move but I somehow got myself into my bedroom, slamming the door of my en-suite. I barely had a moment to pull my leggings up and over my ass as I left Lonzo's office.
That was the last thing I was expecting. I can still taste him on my tongue.
I practically flunked my test and as a result I had Lonzo fuck me into the next damn century. I'm still trembling as I glance at myself in the cabinet mirror. My hair is an utter mess, lips smudged with redness, even my skin is blotchy in places.
I groan to myself and rest my forehead against the mirror. The throbbing between my legs continues and I can barely wrap my head around the multiple orgasms, the way that my body gave in and submitted to his touch, his voice, his demands.
My lips twitch downwards and I close my eyes because I can't even bear to look at myself and the mess he's made me into. "You're a fucking idiot, Alexia," I grumble under a whimper. "What have you done?"
Indeed. What the fuck have I done?
This wasn't the plan. This was never the plan. Despite the clear tension between us, I never thought it would result in a hateful fuck against one of his office chairs. Even though I highly enjoyed it–that's besides the point–it's fucking dangerous and I know we're both playing with fire around my brother.
I know deep down Gabriel would murder Lonzo with his bare hands if he knew that he touched me like that–that he fucked me like that.
A pang hits my chest because I have absolutely no self control when it comes to Lonzo but the only thing that is making this feel a bit better, he wanted it just as badly as I did. And that's saying something.
I get myself cleaned up and spend the day in my room, trying my hardest to email my professors and beg them for a retake. I can't believe he turned the network off and didn't think to mention it.
The thought still has my fists curling now. If this means that I can't pass this module, then I'll have to redo the whole thing next year. This test was important, it contributed to a high percentage of this term and now everything could be ruined.
Gabriel calls me for dinner at some point in the evening and I psych myself up to face Lonzo again. I take a quick glance in the mirror before I leave to check that it doesn't look like I was destroyed by a mafia boss this morning but with my hair fresh and my skin back to its natural glow–Gabriel won't be able to suspect a thing.
I wrap myself up in a dark cardigan, keeping my reading glasses on from earlier. The eyestrain I have right now is excruciating and I want nothing more than to eat and then curl up in bed.
When I enter the kitchen Gabriel and Lonzo are already sitting down, Harriet waiting at their beck and call. They're talking about business or whatever, Lonzo doesn't even look up as I approach but Gabriel offers me a warm smile.
