Page 113 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

Gladly.

“Roll onto your back,” I instruct.

She does, even though she winces as her backside touches the bed. I get undressed before her until I’m fully naked. I’ve never been truly naked before her. Maybe I’ve had my own walls up, too.

I open her legs and settle myself between them. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she cries out.

I grip her hips before thrusting into her. She sighs as her inner walls clench around my cock, and I stifle my groan. Being inside Viktoriya is the best fucking feeling in the entire world. As a boy born into poverty, I never thought I’d be in this position—in control of a woman such as Viktoriya.

But here I am. And it’s no longer about being in control. It’s no longer about her being a challenge. It’s about truth andhonesty. And the truth is I love Viktoriya despite all her faults. She’s not an Ice Queen to me. She’s a woman in need of help, and I want to help her with every cell of my body.

I grind my hips against hers, sinking my cock in deeper. She moans and wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me in closer. She’s not a true submissive, but she’s learned to submit to me.

I thrust harder into her. “Fuck, Viktoriya,” I groan.

She gasps, reaching her hands up to grab my shoulders. With a tug, she brings my body on top of hers so our chests are touching. Our breath mingles together as we fuck. Our eyes never look away.

This is more than just fucking. This is something deeper. This is two people finally starting to let themselves trust.

I press my lips to hers, stifling the moan that escapes her lips, and kiss her deeply. Her hands grip my back shoulder blades, digging her nails into my skin. The jolt of pain makes me thrust harder.

“Alek,” she whispers against my lips. Never before have I heard Viktoriya sound so vulnerable. It makes my heart warm to her even more.

“Come for me,” I whisper back. “Come for me.”

She digs her heels into my thighs, bringing me closer. Her hips arch up to meet mine. “Tell me again.”

“Come for me, Viktoriya,” I say sternly.

And she falls over the edge. Her moan makes me increase my pace as my own orgasm reaches its head. She’s trembling in my arms as I come next.

I groan, burying my head into the crook of her neck. “Fuck.”

She’s panting as she draws circles into my back.

“How do you feel?” I ask, sitting up but not removing myself from her.

“I know how I feel now.”

“You do?”

“I know I can trust you.”

I look into her eyes and smile.

VIKTORIYA

I feel freer after letting myself be vulnerable with Aleksander. Getting rejected by Misha and not being able to dance professionally still stings, but not as much.

I’m lighter. I can breathe.

And I know what I need to do.

I walk into the café and see Mila and Sofiya seated at a table. One of Mikhail’s guards is with them, hovering nearby. I need to tell my sisters what I’ve been going through. It’s the only way I can start to heal. Aleksander can only do so much himself. I can't lie to the people in my life anymore. I need to be honest with them and myself.

“I’m glad you came,” I say, taking my seat.

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