Page 126 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
And that arrogant expression on his aristocratic face? Well, you can’t buy that level of self-confidence. He tucks a single hand into the pocket of his slacks and just stares at me.
“Cover my what, Alexei? My …” I move a little closer to him, and his nostrils flare, his green eyes dropping down to take in the A-line cut of my neckline. It hugs my left shoulder, cuts across the full, ripe mounds of my breasts, and tucks underneath my armpit on the right side, leaving alllll of that pretty ink open and available for the viewing pleasure of the pricks at this party. “Pussy?” I start, and he shudders, turning his head away from me. “My … cunt? Or do you like softer terminology? Vulva, mound—”
He reaches up with his right hand, as if he’s considering putting it across my mouth, and then jerks it back, staring down at his palm as if it’s betrayed him somehow.
His eyes flick back up to mine.
“What do I have to do to get a ride in that car? I’ll race ya for it. I mean, you can’t take the Bugatti to the track. We have a cut-off date of 1972, but I’ll race you again in your Miura or whatever other beauties you have in your garage at home.”
“I don’t allow people to touch my cars or anything else that I own,” Alexei purrs, his voice a silken menace. I can see that I am very quickly and easily managing to fray his nerves. Not that I care. It’s not my problem—it’s his.
“Suck your dick for it,” I say, but I’m only joking. I’m not a hooker. But I am curious to see his response to that offer.
You’d think I puked on the guy or something.
He just stares at me like I’ve lost my mind, and I laugh.
“I’m kidding. You’re probably a virgin anyway, what with your … issues. I wouldn’t want to pop your dick-to-mouth cherry just for a ride in a Bugatti.” I glance over my shoulder, but both of our cars are gone now. Oh well. C’est la vie.
I hold out an arm so that Alexei can hook his elbow with mine, and he just glares at me with flat, heavily-lidded eyes, his pink pouty mouth in a thin line.
“Six inches,” he repeats, and I roll my eyes as he saunters past me and heads up the stairs. I follow along, keeping pace with his long strides easily enough—even in my heels. The men and women in suits who are watching the door give me strange looks, but when they see who I’m with, they turn away and focus their attention elsewhere.
“You’re kind of a big deal, huh?” I ask, elbowing him playfully in the side.
Alexei recoils, spinning and putting space between us like he’s planning on having a full martial arts melee right here in the foyer. His breathing is rough and hard, but if I’m not mistaken … His jacket unfortunately covers part of his crotch, but I feel like I can see a bit of an outline.
“Remove your eyes from my cock,” he demands, and my gaze jerks up to his face on impulse. Wild laughter escapes me then. I can’t help it. Not only am I at Lemon’s engagement party—at the friggin’ Oak River Heights art gallery of all places—but she’s marrying a rich boy, who also happens to be the mayor’s son, and I fucked him on the hood of his Fastback, and now I’m here with a germaphobe …
It’s just too much.
“Yes, sir,” I capitulate with another chortle, offering up a two-fingered salute. “God, you’re so uptight. Are you really a virgin or am I just fantasizing about it because it’d be hot to see what you’d do if my pussy was dripping on your lap?”
Alexei takes a step toward me, scowling heavily, his teeth white, his face a painting meant to be hung in some great hall somewhere, and he gets so close to me that I know he’s breaking his own six-inch rule here.
“You are vulgar and disturbed, Miss Force. I don’t want your pussy or anything else touching me. Keep your distance and let’s just get through tonight without incident, shall we?” He jerks back from me and shivers, as if he just realized how close we actually were, and then he takes off and, with another sigh, I follow after him.
My heels are loud on the marble floors, but most of the women are wearing them, too, and I’m the only one who’s making a ruckus. Must be because I walk with power, huh?
People turn to look at me in droves, and Alexei makes this choking sound under his breath which, actually, I think has more to do with them than with me. The way he looks around the room, like he’s absolutely disgusted by every single human being in it, gives me hope.
