Page 54 of Vienna Bargain

“You can,” he growled.

He touched her clit and the shock of pain was enough that she bit her tongue and tasted blood.

“No more, no more. I can’t,” she sobbed. Yet she didn’t close her legs, didn’t try to move away. She wouldn’t, because he had ordered her to stay like this.

Alena was so deep in her submission she wouldn’t disobey, even if her body had been truly pushed beyond what it could handle.

“I choose when you’ve had enough.”

Alena whimpered, shivering and shaking, her shoulders hunched forward which only made the anal hook pull harder against her.

He stroked her clit again and Alena turned her head to the side and bit her own shoulder to stifle not her scream, though she did scream, but to stop herself from speaking.

Stop herself from using her safe word.

She wanted to. “Sherman” was there on her tongue.

But if she used it and he ignored it, then this was no longer a game.

Then she would have to do something about her situation, because being truly trapped and helpless was unacceptable.

And once she set something like that in motion, she’d never see Alexander again.

He surged to his feet and cupped her face. Alena looked up at him, feeling both hazy and hyperaware.

“Tell me to stop,” Alexander pleaded. “Because I don’t know if I can stop myself.”

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” The words weren’t strong but watery and broken.

“You should. I’m depraved.”

“And so am I.”

Alexander’s gaze searched her face and then he closed his lips over hers in a desperate kiss.

It was the kiss that changed everything.

Alena threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She pulled him close, sitting on the desk so she could wrap her legs around him too. It hurt—her beaten ass, her filled anus. When she pulled him against her body, her breasts throbbed, and her clit and anus were still burning from the ginger lube.

None of that mattered, because right now he was letting her hold him, kiss him.

And deep inside, in the place where she kept the oldest and most sacred of her secrets, she accepted that she was in love with Alexander Wagner.

Chapter 11

His control had never been so fragile. Even when he’d had her pinned to the wall back in Vienna, anger filling him with dark urges, his control hadn’t been this tenuous.

Alena wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him as if she couldn’t live without him. It was a lie. She was a lie, a liar.

Damn him for a fool because it felt so real.

She kissed him slow and deep, no passive submission now, though only minutes ago he’d watched her battle to obey him even as he massaged the biting ginger oil into her clit. This was the purest, most “real” scene he’d ever been a part of.

Probably because he loved her.

When she broke the kiss to nuzzle his cheek with hers, the darkness that had driven him to hurt her today was battled back, leaving only aching arousal.

He couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t keep his hands from her, couldn’t treat her as the spy, thief, liar she was.

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