Chapitre 23: Chapter 23 Louis Getting Down

Alicia whipped her head away, her eyes darting around suspiciously. "What's your game?" she snapped, her voice guarded.

Louis grabbed her tiny chin and flashed a sly grin. "You tell me," he said smoothly. "But it surely isn't to crunch calculus with you, honey."

Alicia pushed her finger against his chin, halting him in his tracks. "You said you wanted a divorce," she reminded him.

"But you said you didn't want one anymore," Louis countered, his tone low and sultry.

"I only said that to rile up Madelyn," Alicia shot back.

Louis locked eyes with her, his gaze intense. "But I believed you," he murmured.

Alicia looked away, her lashes brushing against his cheeks. "I don't wanna do this right now," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Louis raised an eyebrow, mischief sparkling in his eyes. "Who was the one coming onto me just a minute ago?" he teased.

"I wasn't..." Alicia stuttered, but then faltered. She couldn't find the right words to defend herself.

In a flurry, her face turned crimson with embarrassment, her neck and wrists tinged with a delicate pink. She looked like a gorgeous rose in full bloom—pure, seductive, and innocent all at once.

Louis silenced her protests with a passionate kiss, his thumb stroking her soft lips. "You're quite the temptress," he murmured.

Alicia stepped back, her eyes pleading. "Please, just go," she said softly.

But Louis wasn't ready to give up. He scooped her out of the water, his powerful arms holding her close. He wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed.

He kissed her fiercely, nibbling on her chin and trailing his lips down her neck. Alicia struggled to push him away, but his strength overpowered her. She surrendered to his advances, her heart racing with desire.

In the end, it was a battle she couldn't win. But deep down, she knew she didn't want to.

Louis trailed kisses down Alicia's collarbone, and she wriggled in protest, trying to break free from his grip. But his iron grip kept her delicate arms pinned to the bed.

"Don't move," Louis breathed, continuing down until he buried his head between her legs. "No...," Alicia protested weakly, but before she could finish, she felt Louis's tongue gently brush over her most sensitive spot.

Alicia felt a jolt of electricity course through her body, and she cried out as she quivered with pleasure. Louis took this as a signal and began to aggressively lick and suck on her, making deliberate sucking noises as he went.

Alicia gave in to Louis's every touch, allowing him to explore her most intimate areas. Louis was like a naughty boy who had found a secret button and was using it to drive Alicia to the brink of ecstasy.

After they finished, Alicia breathed heavily and said, "Don't you like wild women? Why did you settle for me?"

Louis didn't understand why she was upset, so he just hugged her tightly and said nonchalantly, "You were pretty wild just now, and I liked it." His tone was downright sexy as he spoke. Alicia didn't buy into the smooth-talking lines that men spewed in bed. She admired Louis's chiseled jawline and thought to herself, "Men are like wizards. They can love one person and sleep with another. Women can't do that. If they're not feeling the love, their bodies won't accept them."

Louis's hand caressed her back and held her waist, his chin nuzzling her hair. "My mom's birthday is coming up soon. Since you're not busy these days, why don't you come over and join in on the celebration? It'll be a blast, and you won't be lonely," he suggested.

Alicia's heart fluttered at the invitation. "Am I too dull for you? Is that why you think I'm uninteresting?" she inquired.

Louis thought for a moment before responding, "No way, you're intriguing. The way you seduced me just now was hilarious. It had me laughing for ages."

"You rascal," Alicia teased, playfully pounding on his chest.

Louis chuckled and grasped her hand. "What I mean is, you're young and full of pep. Suppressing your desires can't be good for your body and mind."

Alicia nodded and asked, "Okay, what should I get for your mom's birthday tomorrow?"

Louis pondered for a second before answering, "She's into bags, so get her a nice one."

After lying still for ten minutes, Louis noticed Alicia's injured hand and examined it. "Did I hurt your hand earlier?" he asked, concerned.

"Nah," Alicia replied.

Louis gave a wicked grin and inquired, "What about your legs? Are they sore?"

Alicia wiggled her legs and responded, "Yeah, they're aching."

Louis lifted the blanket and lifted one of her legs, massaging it gently. His touch was delicate and refined, rubbing her calf before moving upward to her thigh. Alicia's body was highly receptive to his touch, her cheeks turning red and her heart racing as her temperature rose.

Their marriage had begun on a whim, and the first couple of years were turbulent. Louis had issues getting aroused and had a hair-trigger temper, and even with his rugged features and chiseled jawline, Alicia struggled to develop romantic feelings for him. At that time, her mind was solely focused on repaying his kindness.

It wasn't until the previous year that Alicia fell head over heels in love with Louis. For her, they were still in the honeymoon phase. Sadly, Louis's divorce request had fractured their bond.

Alicia's heart ached, and her eyes teared up without her realizing it.

Louis was oblivious to her feelings as he stared into her watery eyes, reminiscing about her seductive techniques moments ago. He leaned in, whispering, "If your legs are hurting, we can go again and numb it, so that they won't ache anymore."

Alicia knew he was kidding and was about to refute him, but he didn't allow her to reply, pressing down on her once more.

Suddenly, Louis's phone rang. But during such a moment, he had zero interest in answering it.

With one hand firmly gripping Alicia's tiny waist, he reached for his phone with the other, nonchalantly swiping it and causing the ringing to cease.

He assumed he had ended the call but had accidentally picked it up. On the other end, Madelyn's ears perked up as she listened to the erotic sounds of lust, which made her shudder.

Madelyn felt a prickly sensation in her chest, like she had eaten a cactus. She gritted her teeth and listened for a while longer before angrily hanging up the phone and tossing it onto the couch. "Mom, I want to kill Alicia," she told Bella, her injured hand still in a splint.

Bella scowled, rubbing her nose. "I'm with you, honey. So… What's the scoop from Kithara?"

Madelyn nodded. "She's been sold to some remote farm up in the northwest. No cell service, no electricity. They're making her pump out a ton of kids. And if she even thinks about trying to bail, they'll break her legs and go medieval on her until she loses her mind. Poor girl won't make it out alive."

Madelyn's eyes gleamed with malice. "I'm tempted to ship Alicia off to that hellhole too. Can you hit up the trafficker for me?"

Bella's emotions flared up. "No way! You can't just act out like that!"

"But every time I see her with Louis, it grinds my gears!" Madelyn ground her teeth.

"Remember what happened to Alicia and your hand? That thug was sending a message to stay away from Alicia. Until we know who he is, you can't lay a hand on her. Got it?" Bella warned.

Madelyn furrowed her brow in frustration. "Who is this guy? It's been days, why haven't we nabbed him yet?"

Bella replied, "He's a slick one. Cops have been hunting him down for ten days, but he's nowhere to be found. All they have is a grainy pic of his back, so they can't even slap him with a warrant. Your father and brother have their people searching too, but no dice."

Rubbing her temples, Madelyn impatiently asked, "Did you get a hold of Alicia's phone records?"

"We did, but her call list is slim pickings. No suspects to speak of. Judging from Alicia's behavior, she probably has no clue who he is," Bella said.

"You think he's spying on her? Creepy much?" Madelyn sneered.

"Looks like it. Who knows what his end game is?" Bella sneered back.

"Seriously, what's so great about Alicia? What's that hick see in her besides her mug and art skills? She's as dull as dishwater," Madelyn scoffed.

But that "dull as dishwater" Alicia was getting her brains knocked out by Louis all night. She was wiped out and limp as a noodle, sleeping soundly in his arms.

Louis got up to rinse off and returned to cuddle next to her, propping his head up with his hand and admiring her serene, delicate face.

He planted a soft peck on her forehead and whispered, "If you start hollering for your brother Chuck in your dreams again, I'm gonna be steamed."

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