Page 22 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

ALEKSANDER

“Come for me,” I order Tatiana, my sub for the night. She moans around the ball gag in her mouth as she orgasms. I stand back once she’s done and adjust myself in my pants. I could easily fuck her right now, but I can’t get Viktoriya off my mind. She’s who I want to be fucking. She’s the one I want to see on her hands and knees before me.

“Good job,” I tell her, taking the ball gag out of her mouth, and she smiles up at me.

Once we finish our scene, I walk back into the main part of the BDSM club. People in all manner of undress and kinks walk past me. Hands tied behind backs. Men and women crawling for their dom or dominatrix. Moans filling the air.

I’ve gotten so used to it now that it doesn’t excite me as it once did. All the women who offer themselves up to me are sweet and good at what they do—being submissive. But there’s no thrill in having a submissive do things for me when she’s naturally that way.

Viktoriya is nothing like that. She would rather die, I think, than get on her knees for me.

That’s also why I think she needs me. She’s not just a challenge. I see a woman who’s putting on a bravado. I see a woman who needs a stern hand. I see a woman who needs a man exactly like me.

If only that snake Gleb hadn’t ruined it for me, I could be one step closer to having Viktoriya as my wife.

Now, Mikhail has offered her the choice—Gleb or me. Mikhail just wants Viktoriya out of his hair. He doesn’t care who does it.

But I can’t exactly kidnap Viktoriya and make her mine. I want her to choose me. I want that satisfaction.

So, I’ll contend myself to the women at Club Eden. They give me the fix I need.

It’s just not the fix I want.

“Aleksander,” Igor says, walking over to me. A lot of Mikhail’s men frequent this club. Being in the Bratva has its perks—unlimited access to pussy.

“Igor. Didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.”

He smiles, showing his old, yellow teeth. “I was in the mood to punish a woman. After I was so rudely rejected by Mikhail’s sister-in-law yesterday.”

“You’re still bitter over that? Viktoriya can be harsh.”

“She didn’t even give me the chance to speak. Trust me. If I could have punished her, I would have.” His words make me clench my hand around my drink glass. “Did you hear? She went to see Damien Petrov last night.”

I do a double-take. “What? How did you hear that?”

“My son was at Damien’s club last night. I told him not to go, but you know he never listens. He recognized her from Mikhail’s party and told me about it.”

“Does Mikhail know?”

“No idea.”

“I take it you don’t know any more info?”

Igor shakes his head, making the flabby skin around his neck wiggle. “No. But a girl like that is up to trouble, in my opinion. She needs a good punishment.”

“I’m working on that,” I mutter.

I head straight over to Mikhail’s house after leaving the club. Diana lets me inside, telling me Mikhail is in his office.

“Actually, I’m here to talk with Viktoriya.”

Diana nods. “I’ll go get her.”

After a moment, Viktoriya is walking into the foyer. “What?”

“You saw Damien Petrov last night?”

She shrugs. “So?”

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