Two Wrongs Dont Make A Right

Chapter Fifteen: Every Girl Deserves A Dark Sex God In Her Life

BLAKE'S POV:

My mind wouldn't stop.

It spun over the image, over and over and then once over again.

Alec, smirking at the bar-whore. The two of them walking to the door. Me walking through the door. Laurel chattering nervously next to my ear. Alec. His black hair still uncombed, in dark jeans and a black t-shirt that showed off his six-pack. His eyes. The green eyes that held no regret when they met mine. The one's that held a tinge of disgust as he ripped out the door. To get away from me.

Laurel grabbed my shoulder's, dragging me over to the bar. Quickly she ordered two of the strongest alcohol shots she could get.

I couldn't focus though. It hurt too much.

I deserved it. I deserved every single bit of hate Alec could throw at me. I fucked him over, used him and dropped him. Didn't even thank him for saving my life.

It's not like he ever admitted anything. Never committed himself to a relationship with me. Never meant anything. I was simply another girl to add to his list of conquests. Hell, I fell harder for him now than if I'd had sex with him, if he would've used me as just a one night stand.

I don't even remember taking the shots. I must've had a lot, because my head started swirling.

Laurel drifted off. She could tell I needed to be alone. That was all.

The music got louder, the drink got stronger, and I started to feel some slight emotions.

You know what? Fuck Alec. It's not like I meant anything to him right now. Or ever. Fuck him. It's not my fault I fell for him. He's a charmer. A heart-breaker. Even his nickname explains his personality.

I spun away from the bar, stumbling as I trip over my own flats.

After calling Laurel, a broken mess, she flew over to my house, took one look at me and hauled me over to the bar. Well, first she put me in a long Oscar the Grouch t-shirt, and black leggings. Everything went downhill from there.

I blinked heavily, then let my body slowly start bouncing to the beat of the techno music streaming through the place. There was now a wide selection of teenage boys here to pick from. If Alec could have a slut to bring home, why couldn't I?

My eyes flickered over the boys, yet I couldn't find the one I was wishing for.

I felt arms encircle my waist and I turned around.

My breath caught in my throat and I froze.

The black hair falling over his forehead. The tan skin, high cheekbones, gorgeous features, muscled body.

Alec.

I almost broke down in his arms.

Then I realized something. It wasn't Alec it all. I only figured this out as I looked into the deep blue eyes of this stranger who looked so much like the boy I fell for.

"Well, hello to you too." Even his voice sounded exactly like Alec's.

I couldn't help but let a grin slide onto my face. My mind switched out the deep blue of his eyes for emerald green, and in my mind, it was my Alec.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers curling into his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. My lips formed a small pout.

"Can't we go someplace more private? I want to show you just how grateful I am." My voice dropped down to a low murmur, staring at my own little dark angel.

This isn't your Alec! A voice in my head screamed at me. This isn't him! Stop lying to yourself! Don't do this! Shut up. This was my Alec. My hero. And I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him.

His arms pulled me tight against his body. It was Alec's body. Six-pack, toned arms. He was Alec. Except now his eyes were blue. They were pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty. Such a deep blue that I found myself lost in them.

"Alec, take me home." My voice wouldn't have been heard if my lips weren't next to his ear.

"Oh, you minky little girl, you'll find I'm much worse than Alec." His voice was a whisper. It sent need pumping through me, and I almost cried out from ecstasy.

Within seconds I was pulled along with Alec, into the backseat of a black car.

He laid me down on my back, his now-blue eyes almost black with need. Flecks off green shone back at me, shifting back into the color of my Alec.

It isn't your Alec! My mind screamed again at me. Of course it is silly. He doesn't have a doppelganger. His eyes are only prettier now. I argued with myself.

Before I could form another thought he was leaning over me, his lips on my neck.

I let out a low moan, and he nibbled gently on the skin, making me shudder in want.

His hands roamed over my body, tugging my shirt up and over my head, his fingertips whispering over my skin. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I ground my hips into his, making him let out a hoarse low moan. I could feel just how excited I was making him.

Before I could make any other move, the car pulls to a stop. Alec-or the Alec look-a-like- hauls me out of the car. My eyes close as his fingers slide along the inside of my leggings, bringing a moan from the bottom of my throat.

He knows exactly where my pleasure points are. You know, every girl deserves a dark sex god in her life.

In the next moment, I'm laid down on a bed. In a room with the same dark blue walls. Alec's room.

Alec's mouth is on mine in an instant, our tongues creating a thick, erotic dance in our mouths. He hooks his fingers around my leggings, pulling them down enough to reveal my panties.

My fingers pull his shirt over his head, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. Didn't Alec have scars on his chest? I could've sworn.... It's just the alcohol.

He kicks off his jeans, then his boxers.

Holy hell.

He's bigger than I thought.

His mouth is quickly attacking mine, while slowly also pulling my panties down, His mouth moves to my next, pulling moans deep down from my throat. His groans match mine. Alec has never been this forward. This is so much better.

His hips grind against mine, and my mouth moves to his ear.

"Do it Alec. Do it." My voice is hoarse and thick.

"Baby, I'm so much more dangerous than Alec." the blue-eyed boy murmurs back.

And then a scream of pleasure escapes my mouth.

Alec's blue-eyed look-a-like, is quickly thrusting his erection deep into me, pulling screams from my throat. His hands clench my shoulders, and just like that, my screams turn from pleasure into agony. He's too rough, forcing himself into me, groaning and grunting.

This isn't my Alec! This isn't him! He's hurting me!

The door bangs open and I close my eyes.

*Authors Note*

Omigod! I'm so so sorry I haven't been on lately. It's been a terribly busy past few months. I had a relationship problem, which just made me even more down. Camp the week before. I promise I'll do Alec's pov next chapter. What do you guys think of the new guy? Who do you think he is? Anyway, big thanks to Amarahlsmail for the amazing comment! Thanks for all the support :)