Alexandra felt a
heady sense of power at her new stepson’s immediate and involuntary reaction.
Though he thought it well disguised, Nikolas had not completely hidden
his sharp intake of breath. The
next heir to the Cassadine ‘throne’ desired her badly, and it did not seem
to matter that Alexandra was already his father’s.
“Have you run out
of film, Nikolas?” the Princess asked, wide-eyed.
“You are just standing there,” she explained.
Nikolas shook himself
from his wayward thoughts. He
reminded himself once more that Alexandra DiMera was 1) older than he, 2) a
married woman, and most importantly, 3) his father’s new bride.
Too bad his aroused
body did not care about making those particular distinctions.
Staring through his camera’s lens at the tawny beauty, Nikolas saw only
a desirable woman engaged in a most dangerous flirtation with him.
slowly around, well aware that the action merely served to provide Stavros’
son with tantalizing glimpses of her toned, taut flesh.
“What do you think of this?”
The beautiful young
woman buried her hands in her hair and struck yet another sensual pose.
Her eyes took on an unholy light and she began to move slowly toward the
spot where her stepson stood rooted.
Alexandra undid the
single button that held her blouse together.
With practiced ease she allowed the flowing silk to slip from her
shoulders, exposing a delicate bra and what seemed to Nikolas to be an endless
expanse of creamy, flawless brown skin.
She gave a tiny
triumphant laugh as she took in Nikolas’ dazed expression.
“Is she not
beautiful?” From over Nikolas’ shoulder, Stavros’ question cut
through the silence. The Cassadine
Prince sauntered into the room, brushing past his speechless son as though
Nikolas was an insignificant stranger.
Stavros grabbed a
handful of his wife’s hair and pulled her hard against him.
“You will pay for this insolence,” he growled softly before
capturing Alexandra’s mouth in a bruising kiss.
“He is my son.”
Alexandra flashed an unrepentant smile.
“I know. I could tell,”
she snaked a hand between their bodies and squeezed his hardness, “from his
very obvious ‘reaction’.”
Stavros looked down
upon the fiery woman in his arms and once more thanked the heavens for the
tragedy that had warped staid, upstanding Lexi Carver into Princess Alexandra
DiMera Cassadine – a woman as perverse as her new husband.
“Leave us!” Stavros harshly
commanded his son. He did not look
back to see whether Nikolas heeded his edict, but began to divest his wife of
the flowing blouse that just barely hung from her delicate wrists.
Alexandra looked past her husband.
Nikolas stood just inside the door watching them with an expressionless
visage. His eyes, though, burned
with both anger and jealousy.
“Does he have to leave?”
Alexandra purred in her husband’s ear.
Both Cassadine men stiffened at her
words. Nikolas angrily departed the
room, slamming the door loudly behind him.
Stavros grabbed Alexandra in a bruising grip and jerked the tawny beauty
against him. “You belong to
me,” he reminded her tightly. “Me,
“Of course, my Prince.” Alexandra flashed an unrepentant grin. “What need would I have for a younger, more virile version
Lexi’s taunt pierced Stavros’
Achilles heel – his vanity. He
dragged his young bride to the floor and began to roughly peel the faded blue
jeans from her slender body. Alexandra
laughingly struggled against his actions. She
had no desire to forestall Stavros from his course, merely to frustrate him even
more than he was.
After a prolonged struggle, Alexandra
finally lay naked beneath her aroused husband.
Stavros did not bother with words, but instead quickly freed himself and
buried his thickened member deep inside his bride. “Mine!” The
single word was Stavros’ only intelligible utterance.
Thereafter the room echoed with the sounds of his guttural moans and
Alexandra wrapped her lithe thighs about
his waist as Stavros settled into a furious rhythm.
“Oh, yes,” she panted in his ear.
“Oh, yes, Nikolai!”
Stavros faltered and lost his rhythm.
He threw his head back and let loose a frightening scream of rage.
His fingers buried themselves in Alexandra’s hair, nearly pulling the
silken strands from her head.
the haze of agonizing pain, Alexandra smiled broadly. Her seeming slip of the tongue had had it’s desired affect.
“Yes, my Prince!” she cried joyfully as a cruel and unholy light came
to Stavros’ eyes. “Yes!
Punish me now as only you can!”
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