Page 108 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

“Get off me.”

After a quiet moment, he slips out of me. I turn to face him, taking in his erection and his flushed cheeks. Then I push him onto his back and get on top of him.

I sink onto his cock. I moan, shifting my hips around. This new position allows him to go deeper and hit that pleasurable spot within me. Aleksander watches me for a moment before he grabs my hips and helps move me on top of him.

“You need this?” he asks gruffly, lifting his hips to meet mine,

“Yes!” I thrust my hips back and forth, riding him. My fingers dig into his chest. He arches up, groaning low in his throat.

I move faster and faster. I need to get away from my thoughts.

But I need to be in control.

I want Aleksander.

But I hate him for how he makes me feel.

I just need to …

I cry out as I come, my body shuddering and trembling. Aleksander quickly follows as he grips my hips and releases into me.

I remain seated on his hips, staring at him while I catch my breath. He looks right back at me, never taking his eyes off me.

“Feel better?” he asks.

“Why do you make me feel this way?”

He doesn’t give me an answer because there’s no answer to give.

I get off him, push my dress back over my hips, and tug my straps up. I leave my ruined tights on the stage before walking off it.

I head back inside and straight to the bathroom. But instead of throwing up, I turn on the shower and get in, clothes and all. I wash away the shame of the day. My humiliation over falling in front of a crowd.

I can’t dance. I know that now. No one will ever hire me again.

But I can’t give it up, a voice whispers within me.

I get out of the shower and strip off my wet clothes. I leave them on the floor for the housekeeper to get them.

Aleksander is waiting for me outside the bathroom, a frown on his face. “What were you doing in there?”

“Just taking a shower.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

He nods, accepting my words. There’s no doubt there. He believes me.

So, if Aleksander is able to believe me, then why can’t I believe in myself?

I know at this moment I need to leave. I can’t let him have this control over me. It’s making me lose my mind.

“I need to get dressed,” I mutter, walking past him to the bedroom. He doesn’t stop me.

For all his faults, that’s not one of them.

But the reality is he doesn’t have many faults. I’m the messed up one. That’s why I need to leave.

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