Page 56 of Vienna Bargain

“You better hope you got all the lube,” she murmured as she rubbed her clit with his dick.

He couldn’t reply, the words too jumbled in his head to make it out of his mouth.

Alena slid his cock down to her entrance and took just the tip inside. She cupped his face, and as she lowered her body onto him, she inhaled as he exhaled. They shared one breath in that exquisite moment as she slowly, slowly, took him in.

Once joined, they held on to one another, Alexander’s face pressed into her neck, his arms tight around her while she cupped his head, her cheek on his hair.

The moment was both long, and far too short, a thing of perfect peace and sublime connection so intense it couldn’t last.

He was the one who broke first, the need to move too great to be ignored.

Shifting so he had his hands hooked over her shoulders from the back, he started to fuck her. She picked up the rhythm, rocking on him, letting him slam her down on his cock.

“I’m going to come,” she breathed. “Alexander…” She tipped her head back and rode him through the orgasm, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick. Alexander wrapped a hand in her hair as it spilled down her back and buried his face in her breasts as he increased the pace. He slammed her down on his cock, whole body tense and tight, until at last, when she slid gentle fingers though his hair, murmuring, “I want to feel you come in me,” he was able to let go.

Alexander closed his teeth over the top of her breast, clamping her flesh as he rode out the intense, exhausting orgasm. Even in tender moments, he was brutal.

But Alena only tightened her grip, held him closer.

And when he stopped with a shudder, when the blood rushing through his ears calmed enough he could hear the sound of their panting breaths, Alexander hugged her close, then tipped to the side, lying back on the short couch with her laying across his chest.

He closed his eyes, shutting out everything except the feel of the woman he loved safe in his arms.

The peace didn’t last. Once the pleasure faded, and the sense of contentment borne of having her in his arms played out, he was left with a terrible, cold realization.

Alexander sat up, easing her to the side.

“Alexander?”

He waited to see if the sickness in his stomach turned to something else. Anger, that bitterly cold, encompassing anger would be nice right now.

“What’s wrong?” She put her hand on his bare back.

Alexander surged to his feet.

He’d fucked her. Done the thing he’d promised himself he wouldn’t. The thing he’d sworn to her he wouldn’t do.

He was a monster. He’d always known it. BDSM was an outlet for that side of him, after all, but what he’d just done went beyond that.

He’d had sex with a woman who couldn’t say no to him. That was rape.

He’d raped her.

She wanted it—

He shut that misogynistic bullshit thought down before it was even fully formed.

He’d broken his word. No, not just his word.

He’d broken.

Between the two of them, he’d been the one to break first. To give in, in this case to an action that made him, irrefutably, a monster.

Finally the anger came, anger at himself, and at her, because though he wouldn’t shove all the blame onto her for what had just happened, it would be stupid to assume that she hadn’t manipulated him.

She’d been manipulating him since the moment they met, and now he’d broken his word to her. To himself.

“I broke first.” His pants were down around his knees so he pulled them up, quickly fastening them.

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