Limits of Destiny (Volume 1) (24 page)

I interrupted him. “What do I know about interior design?”

“You have good taste, Alexia, and most importantly, I fully agree with it. I only have to introduce you to the business. I know what I’m talking about, and I think you’ll do just great.”

How does he always manage to turn things to his own advantage?

I decided to adopt the “waiting” strategy. Alexander wouldn’t agree to my remaining at work with Ralph, but I didn’t want to start working for him straightaway. Still, the interior design job sounded quite interesting. It would be a challenge for me and I wanted to see if I could handle it.

“Let me think on it, please.” I put on my sweetest expression.

“Until when?” He wouldn’t give up so easily.

“You’re not going to pressure me with a deadline, are you?”

“How long do you need to think?” he repeated, his voice quiet.

“Let’s say one or two weeks. We’re going to Dubai, right? So I won’t be at work for a week. Please don’t pressure me. I don’t want us to fight.”

He took a deep breath and said, “Fine. Now let’s eat because the food’s going cold.”

“Thank you.” I hugged him and kissed him on the lips, which made him relax visibly.

We sat at the table again.

“Are you staying over at mine tonight?” he asked while cutting a piece of chicken.

“Yes, if you want me to.”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t ask you otherwise.” A playful smile brightened his face, which made me beam too.

I no longer cared that I hadn’t won the battle for the job. At least he’d given me time to think. Time I intended to use to find a way out of this situation. Why couldn’t I be a little more persuasive? Whereas he was such a skilled negotiator. He could be very convincing. It was clearly a gift. Alexander always got his way. He was shaping me into what he liked. And I let him because I couldn’t resist him and perhaps because I felt his ultimate goal was to eliminate all
annoyances
so nothing would stand between us.

We’d finished lunch. I was standing by the window, arms crossed, taking in the amazing view extending in front of me—Zurich, the lake, and the Alps. It was stunning. In the distance, I could see the majestic towers of Grossmunster, the beautiful aristocratic buildings of the city, and the small vessels sailing in the lake.

Alexander came over and embraced me, intertwining his fingers into mine, and then took a deep breath. “Mmm… I love your perfume mixed with the scent of your delicate skin. It’s unique.”

I leaned my head back and rested it on his shoulder. He started to softly kiss the sensitive area behind my ear, which made me purr with pleasure. “I don’t want you to feel the future of our relationship is uncertain, baby.”

“But I really do feel that way, Alexander.” I sighed. “You’re still satisfied with me, but after some time, when the thrill is gone… you’ll get tired of me. You’re a very attractive man and can have any woman you want.”

“And what, you’re not attractive? You can also have anyone you want, Alexia, but you love me and don’t want anyone else. You won’t hurt me.”

“I’ve not cheated on my exes and I wasn’t even in love with them.”

He started to softly suck the bottom of my ear.

“I’ll never get bored of you, baby. You’re the only woman who can drive me crazy and, at the same time, attract me with such great force that I’m unable to control myself. Even when I’m angry with you, I want to grab you and kiss every inch of your body.”

“You want to control me like you control your empire.”

“Empire?” I couldn’t see him, but I sensed the smile on his face.

“Yes, this here, to me, is a property empire. Sometimes I think, to you, I’m just another piece of property on which you want to build a hotel without having surveyed whether the ground is unstable or hides a mysterious archaeological treasure. You want to control everything, as always, and do with me what you like, and to hell with what I want. I haven’t demanded that you stop seeing Bert Gras, even though you know full well I don’t like him and see him as a sick pervert. You, however, immediately see red when I go to lunch with an acquaintance.”

“Yes, I’m trying to keep you all for myself. You belong to me, baby, and before you ask, I declare that I belong to you too.”

I checked my watch—it was quarter past one already. “I completely lost track of time. I’m late for work.”

“See, if you worked for me, you wouldn’t have to rush off to anywhere.”

“You never give up, do you?” I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

“Never.” He turned me around and passionately kissed me on the lips.

I
sat at
my desk, still with Alexander in my thoughts. We’d been together only minutes ago and I already missed him.

Was this normal? Was I too deeply in love with him?

I was afraid of my strong feelings, afraid of getting hurt.

Was he right and would it be better to start working in his company? We would spend more time together this way.

Look at me. This is how I yield to temptation, and who will suffer and get burned in the end but me…

I shook my head to scatter these thoughts and got on with my work. We had a department meeting in an hour, and I had to prepare a report.

I left the bank at six and quickly walked over to the Bentley, which was already waiting for me. I sat in the back and quickly kissed Alexander. “Hi, honey.”

I looked in the mirror and met Henry’s eyes. “Hello, Henry.”

“Miss Welson.” He nodded politely and fixed his gaze back at the traffic.

“Are you still mad at me?” I asked Alexander.

“A little,” he admitted.

“I don’t want us to argue again.”

“We won’t. You definitely have a great power over me, and however mad I get at you… when you look at me with those angelic eyes of yours… I just can’t stay mad at you for long.”

I rested my head on his shoulder and relaxed. I felt exhausted after the long day of work and the argument we’d had during lunch. “I promise you we’ll have a thorough discussion of the work issue and solve it together, but I don’t want it to happen tonight.”

“I have other plans for tonight,” he said and dug his nose into my hair.

*     *     *

For supper, Mrs.
Schmidt had cooked spicy chicken legs with rosemary potatoes. They were incredibly delicious. It was high time I learned to cook better.

“Mrs. Schmidt, I can say with certainty that you are an exceptional cook. The food was amazing.” I started, adding “Can I ask you for a few of your recipes? I’d like to learn to cook as well as you.”

She gave me a warm smile and replied, “Of course, whenever you wish, Miss Welson.”

Alexander took my hand and ran his thumb across my knuckles. “I don’t think you’ll need to cook, baby.”

Pardon?

“Every woman has to know how to cook properly,” I objected.

“Not every woman.” He looked at me and pressed his lips against my cheek. “I have a little more work, so if you need anything, I’ll be in my study.”

“Okay.”

“It won’t take long. An hour or so,” he said and stood up.

After I helped Mrs. Schmidt in the kitchen so she could leave for home sooner—it was already half seven—I decided to have a quick shower and tuck myself into Alexander’s bed with a book. I stopped at
The Great Gatsby
. I had read it, but I wanted a fresh look at it.

My eyelids were starting to feel heavy when Alexander walked into the bedroom.

“I’m sorry for leaving you on your own, but I had work to finish. What are you reading?”

“
The Great Gatsby
. Have you read it?”

“A long time ago.”

“The love story is quite sad, but I like how it’s told. How behind the splendor in which Gatsby lives hides his sad and lonely heart, yearning for a life with his only great love.”

Alexander undressed and lay next to me on the bed. I snuggled up to him—his body was so warm and comfortable.

“You know, you’re a hopeless romantic,” he said.

“Ha… Mad as a hatter more like.”

He propped his head on his elbow. “Why did you say that?”

“Because I’m a crazy romantic, and romance is an anachronism.”

“I like you like this.” He put his full weight over me. I spread my legs and felt his erection. “I bet your favorite writer is Nicholas Sparks.”

“You’re right. I love his novels and I’ve read all of them more than once. He’s great. It’s no accident that so many famous directors are inspired by his books and make movies based on them.”

“That’s true.” He took hold of my face and gently pressed his lips briefly to mine. “If you only knew how happy I am that you’re in my bed right now.”

“So tell me. Is it true that no other woman has slept in your bed?”

“Not a single one.” He shook his head. “I feel different with you.”

“And what’s so different about me?”

“Everything, baby. You’re so sweet and sexy at the same time. Your kisses… Nobody has kissed me like that. They warm my soul because I feel you’re giving yourself to me fully. You’re the first woman I don’t just fuck, but make love to, where we give ourselves to each other fully.”

He started to gently play with and suck on my lower lip, which made me open wider and meet his tongue. I was in seventh heaven. Nobody had said such things to me before. I felt how my body tingled from the touch of his hands, how it bloomed from his sweet kisses, and the wetness between my legs increased.

“I have an erotic present for you, baby.” He raised his head to see my reaction. “But you can decide whether you want to try it.”

My curiosity kept on growing as I watched him get up from the bed, go into the bathroom, and come back hiding something behind his back.

“What’re you hiding?” I asked.

He gave me a devilish smile. “Close your eyes,” he ordered. I obeyed. “Now open.”

I sat there staring and wondering why I would need that. “Alexander, what do I need this vibrator for? Do I look unsatisfied to you?”

“Generally, when we have sex, no, but right now, Miss Welson, you look to me like you have a great desire and need to—”

I interrupted. “I need you, not this… piece of plastic.”

“Baby, you’ll like it—you’ll get to have both. Let’s play a little.” His eyes sparkled playfully.

“So you want to play. Fine. To be honest, I’ve always wanted to try it.” I bit my lower lip. I couldn’t believe I was being so frank with him.

Leaning over me again, he put his lips on my nipple and sucked on it hard. I cried out, more in surprise than pain. Then he took my hands, intertwined his fingers with mine, and lifted my arms above my head, constantly kissing me wherever he could. Gently he nibbled at my skin, stroked it with his tongue, gradually making his way downward. I closed my eyes, my senses sharpened, and the feeling became even more intense. His lips slid down my belly, traced a small circle around my navel, and finally reached my pussy. Alexander spread my legs widely and started to gently tease my clitoris, flicking, licking, and sucking it until the arousal in my groin became unbearable.

“This feels sooo good,” I moaned, on the edge of climaxing. I gave myself to the pleasure. My leg muscles tightened and the hot wave of the orgasm washed over me.

Alexander took me in his arms. When he was sure my breathing had calmed down, he rose. He took the lubricant from the night table, squeezed some onto the vibrator, and then slowly, very slowly and carefully, ran it along my still-tingling labia.

He switched it on, and I instinctively closed my legs. “God, Alexander, not so hard.”

“Sorry, we’ll do it at the lowest setting and then I’ll increase the power bit by bit. I forgot it’s your first time.” He lowered the vibration level, and I closed my eyes. It was nice, maybe too nice, feeling the pleasant vibrations in my vagina, sensing his hot breath on my skin. I was gripping the bed sheet so hard my fingers turned white.

“I love watching you come, baby. You have no idea how sexy you look,” he whispered and started to kiss me passionately.

Opening my lips, I met his tongue. When he withdrew from me, I protested because I wanted more. Then he traced a path of kisses along my belly and breasts. I arched my neck, and when he touched my clitoris with his thumb, he shot me up to the zenith of pleasure. Мy body shivered in convulsions. I came hard and long, left breathless.

“Christ, you’ll be the death of me,” I said, still panting.

He laughed. “Now it’s my turn.”

“I don’t know if I’m up to it. It feels like my insides are still vibrating.”

He giggled even harder. “You can do it, baby. I’ll make sure you can.” He looked so happy and carefree.

I slid my fingers along the tender path hidden by his boxers. Alexander gave out a low moan when my palm slid under and grabbed his cock. I started to move my hand up and down, alternating caresses with hard squeezes.

“Oh, baby, I want you so much,” he whispered.

He wriggled out of his underwear and leaned over me. Our tongues tangled. I dug my fingers into his silky hair while he eased himself on top of me. He lowered his kisses along my neck and the top of my breast. He covered one of my nipples with his lips and sucked on it hard. I moaned and arched my back to enjoy his touch, his magic fingers, which burned my skin. Gently and slowly, he stroked my belly, hips, and butt, and each touch made me shudder in pleasure.

“I want you,” I moaned, and he settled comfortably between my legs, sliding his huge member inside me. He gripped the bottom part of my ear with his lips, and I surrendered. He knew exactly what I liked and how to make me want him even more. He pulled out very slowly and then slowly entered me, again and again. He put his palms on my cheeks and stared at me with love.

I raised my hand and ran a finger across his lower lip. He closed his beautiful eyes and continued to move inside me, filling me, surrendering to me, slowly and passionately. He leaned toward me again and pressed his lips against mine. He started to move in and out faster and faster, still kissing me. He skillfully turned his tongue in my mouth, sucking mine. He was fierce like a beast, but that was how I liked him. I loved it when he was fully inside me.