Page 107 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

“You’re not letting yourself.”

“Oh shut up,” I snap. “Just shut the fuck up.”

He goes eerily still. “Don’t speak to me that way, Viktoriya.”

“Why not? You’re not the boss of me. I can do whatever the hell I want!”

“I’m not the one who made you look like a fool. You’re doing it all yourself.”

That draws me up short. My skin is itching and tingling and feels like it’s going to peel right off me. My heart is pounding like it’s going to rip right out of my body. My mind is spinning like it’s going to kill me.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit in a softer voice. “I don’t know. But what I do know is I don’t need you telling me what to do.”

“If it weren’t for me, you’d still be throwing up after every meal. I saved you. I’m helping you. I wanted to marry you because you were a challenge, but now I know I want to make you get better, Viktoriya.”

“I never asked you to help me get better.”

“I’m doing it anyway,” he growls, grabbing my hips.

“You … drive me insane,” I say.

“That makes two of us.”

And then he kisses me.

I let myself get drawn into his body as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. My body is bruised from my fall. My rib still hurts slightly. And my pride is ruined forever.

I push all that aside just to be in this moment with Aleksander.

I pull him toward me, and we fall onto the stage, but that doesn’t stop us from kissing.

He rolls on top of me, his fingers tugging the top of my dress down. I gasp when the cool air brushes my bare breasts. He makes a low sound deep in the back of his throat as he kisses my neck. I arch into him, searching for more.

“I think you need to be punished,” he says into my ear right before he flips me onto my stomach and spanks me.

I cry out, my fingers scrabbling to find something to hold, but it’s just wood beneath me. Aleksander pushes my dress around my waist and tugs my tights off, exposing my ass. He spanks my bare skin. The sound that escapes me is between a cry and a moan.

“Alek,” I call out.

Spank, spank, spank. All I can focus on is the pain. Nothing else matters.

He brings his fingers between my legs, rubbing right up my slit. I moan, my hips bucking back to get more friction. Wetness starts to seep from my body. I’m out of control. I’m an animal.

And I need him to tame me.

Aleksander growls deeply, and I hear him pull his zipper down. Then I feel his cock right against my entrance. “Get on your hands and knees.” He pulls me into position before I can do it myself.

“Oh!” I cry out as he thrusts into me. He begins to take me from behind like an animal himself. Never would I have thought I’d let myself be debased like this.

Tears slip from my eyes even as pleasure surges through my body.

Aleksander isn’t gentle with my body. It’s rough and raw. It’s wild. It’s a punishment.

He’s taking away my control, but I need it. I need to feel like my own thoughts matter.

“Stop,” I say.

He immediately does. “Viktoriya.”

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