Page 88 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

I lock my gaze with his as I answer. “I hate you because I’ve had to fight my entire life, and you’re showing me I don’t have to any longer.”

“You’re scared.”

“I’m scared,” I admit.

“You’re not alone anymore, Viktoriya. You don’t have to take the world on your shoulders. You’re safe with me. Let yourself go with me.”

But what if I can’t? What if I’m stuck inside my hard shell forever?

I can’t tell Aleksander that. He’ll just tell me I don’t have to be stuck there at all, and I’m not ready to hear it.

What I am ready for is for him to stop talking and getting in my head.

“Who gave you the authority over me?” I ask.

He rocks back on his heels as his eyes narrow. “Back to your old self.”

“Stop telling me who I am.”

“I will once you accept who you truly are.”

“And what’s that?”

“Submissive. In need of care.”

“Shut up,” I growl.

“You don’t get to tell me that,” he growls in response, grabbing my hips.

“I’m Viktoriya Morozova. I get to do anything I damn well please.”

“When will you ever learn to watch your mouth?” He captures my lips into an intense kiss. I let myself sink into it.

My hands cling to his shirt, drawing him in closer. Aleksander holds onto my hips like he’s holding on for dear life.

I moan when he lifts me, and I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He lays me down on the bed, his hands roaming up and down my thighs. I gasp when his fingers move between my legs and brush my folds. My body has never known this kind of pleasure before.

Sitting back, Aleksander grips the end of my dress and rips it off me. His eyes rake over my naked body. I try not to squirm. I know I’m beautiful, but I also know I’m not perfect.

He lets out a dark sound from the back of his throat and brings his lips down to my upper chest. His lips move down to my breasts. I moan as he wraps his lips around one of my nipples. A flash of arousal hits my core, making me press my legs together.

I should push Aleksander away. I shouldn’t be about to have sex in a BDSM club with a man who drives me insane.

But I’m going to because it feels too good to stop.

He stands back up and spreads my legs wide. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I need to hear him say it.

“I’m going to fuck you like I’ve wanted to ever since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He unzips his pants and pulls his length out. It’s erect and … huge. Granted, I have nothing to compare it to, but it seems large.

“You’re going to take all of me,” he says, lining his erection up to my entrance.

“You should be treating me like a queen. Not like some cheap whore.”

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