Page 89 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

He leans down and grabs my jaw, making me look right at him. “If I want to treat you like a cheap whore, then I can. You won’t stop me.”

I gasp. How dare he?

I’m so turned on, though. A deep, sick, twisted part of me wants Aleksander to treat me horribly. To punish me for how terribly I’ve acted in the past.

I need to be punished. I need to be forgiven. I need to know I’m taken care of.

He smirks as he stands up. “I’m going to make you scream my name.”

Then he grabs my hips and thrusts his length inside me.

I cry out, arching my back and squeezing my eyes shut. It hurts. A good hurt that makes me forget everything else.

Aleksander growls deeply, sending shivers over my body as he roughly pulls my hips to the edge of the bed and starts thrusting into me. Back and forth. In and out.

I reopen my eyes. The lust and darkness in his gaze set me on fire.

I wrap my legs around his waist and draw him in deeper. I need to hurt. I need to be consumed.

He leans over me and grabs my wrists, bringing them above my head. I can’t move my arms, even if I want to, and right now,I only want Aleksander in control. It’s the only way I can allow myself to enjoy this.

I can’t admit to myself I’m dying for more. My pride won't allow it.

Every time he thrusts into me, a jolt of pleasure strikes through my body. It’s unlike anything else I’ve felt. It’s much more aching and consuming than when he went down on me.

The fabric of his shirt brushes my nipples, sending shivers over me. My breath is ragged and panting. The only sound in the room is our bodies moving together. It’s a little vulgar.

I think I love it.

“Tell me you like this,” he says, grinding his hips against mine. I arch my back from the pleasure.

“Make me,” I challenge him.

He smirks. The danger in his eyes only heats me more.

He leans down and gently bites my throat. I moan, dropping my head back. My thighs are trembling from the effort to hold them around his waist, but I never want to let go.

“Let go for me, Viktoriya. You need this. Scream my name.”

“You’ll have to force it out of me.” I moan when his erection presses against a super pleasurable spot within me.

Aleksander wraps one hand around my throat. He doesn’t press down on me. Just having him touch me like this makes the pleasure build inside my body. “You will come for me,” he growls. “And you will scream my name as you do.”

He’s giving me the permission I need. It sends me over the edge.

“Alek!” I gasp as my orgasm rips through my body.

He sits up and grabs my thighs, thrusting into me with wild abandon until he groans and his own release hits him. I can feel his seed inside me. It’s a good thing I’m on birth control. I’m not sure I want children. I’m not exactly motherly in nature.

He remains seated inside me even after he finishes. We lock eyes as we both breathe hard. Without a word, he pulls out of me and puts his cock away. I watch him walk over to a water basin and dip a towel into it before returning to me and rubbing it between my legs.

I hold still until he’s done.

I can’t believe I let him have me. I should feel ashamed. I should be running to the bathroom to vomit. To find the release I’ve grown accustomed to.

But Aleksander showed me a different kind of release. One that clears my mind and makes me feel a million times better.

That’s the power he has over me.

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