Page 96 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“You wanted me to answer honestly. And the honest answer is I can’t promise I won't try again.”

“Then I’ll just have to show you that you can find release in other ways.” He brings his fingers right between my legs, pressing down on my bundle of nerves.

I cry out, my hips jerking up. They don’t make it far with my ankles tied to the bed.

“Don’t fight it,” Aleksander says, stroking his fingers up and down my folds. When he slips his finger inside of me, I moan.

I never knew my body could go from zero to sixty, but Aleksander has managed it. He’s taking away my control by controlling me. I thought I would hate it.

Instead, I’m learning Ineedit.

He presses his entire palm to my vulva, grinding it against my clit as his index finger inside of me continues to move in and out of my body. “Tell me how much you like this.”

“It feels good,” I admit.

“How good? Explain it to me.”

“I feel … like I’m alive. Like I’m waking up for the first time.”

“This is what I want you to always feel, Viktoriya. Pleasure. Don’t hurt yourself ever again. By the end of this session, I'm hoping you can promise that to me.”

He thrusts his finger faster inside me. I can feel the familiar stirring of my orgasm reaching its head.

“Let go, Viktoriya. You can let go.”

With his permission, I let myself come.

“Alek,” I whisper, gasping as my orgasm leaves me breathless and trembling.

“You did good,” he says, pulling his finger out of me and running his hand over my stomach. “Now, I want to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I moan.

I can hear his zipper coming undone, and then he’s on top of me. I can tell he’s still clothed, just like he was when we had sex the first time. It’s almost like he’s keeping himself distant from me.

But why?

I don’t have time to question it before he settles between my legs and thrusts into me. We moan together. There’s something so … relaxing about letting him have his way with me. I don’t have to fight it. I can just give in to it.

Aleksander grips my hips and thrusts himself harder and harder into me. I need to forget. I need to be in the moment. I need to stop hurting myself. I needhim.

“Oh!” I cry out.

“Tell me how much you like this,” he growls.

“I love it!”

“I knew you needed this.” He’s breathless as he fucks me with wild abandon. I raise my hips to meet his, needing more. Needing to let go again.

“Alek,” I gasp.

I feel his hands settling on either side of me. Feel his breath on my face. Feel his cock deep inside me. I can’t see, but that makes the rest of my senses heightened. All I can feel is pleasure.

And suddenly, I’m coming again.

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