Page 83 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

This is another challenge. He wants me to say yes. He wants me to give in to him.

“You don’t need my permission,” I tell him. “If you want me, take me.” It’s a challenge of my own.

He grips my thighs tighter as he smirks and lowers his head. When his lips touch my folds, my hips almost jerk off the bed. Jesus. I need to get control of myself.

Aleksander holds me steady as he runs his lips and tongue over my nub, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Sure, I’ve touched myself, but I could never get into the mood. Not when I had to dance and dance and dance.

This new sensation Aleksander wrings from me is electric. My mind can’t think about anything else.

I grit my teeth to stop from moaning. I can’t enjoy this. A man like Aleksander can’t make me feel this way. Only one worthy of me.

I gasp when he licks over my clit, running his tongue around it in circles.

“God, you’re so wet,” he growls before licking me again. I shut my eyes and pray I can hold it together. This isn’t what I want. A woman like me shouldn’t be getting pleasure from such a vulgar act.

I should be better. That’s what my father would expect from me. Always be better.

But, oh, it feels amazing …

My lips part, and a soft moan escapes me. No. I can't. I clamp my hands over my mouth.

Aleksander reaches up and takes my hands, placing them at my sides. “You like the way I fuck you with my mouth.”

“No,” I growl.

“Your body can’t deny it, Viktoriya. Let yourself go. Enjoy this.” He presses his lips and tongue against my folds harder, pleasuring me more and more and more.

My hips have a mind of their own as they start to rise to meet his face.

I can't like this. I can’t like this. I can’t like this.

But I do.

And then, I can’t hold back any longer.

My gasp is high-pitched as I come, my body shuddering its release. Aleksander doesn’t stop pleasuring me, even as my body calms down. He sits up, smirking.

Quickly, I shut my legs, grab my pants from floor, and pull them on.

“You can admit it, Viktoriya. You enjoyed that.”

“No.” I can’t meet him in the eye as I get under the covers. The blankets will protect me. They have to.

“Well, I enjoyed it. You taste exquisite.”

His words ring in my head for the rest of the night.

Chapter

Thirteen

VIKTORIYA

Irush to Mila’s room first thing when I wake up, just so I don’t have to look Aleksander in the eye. I let him put his mouth on me last night.

And I enjoyed it.

I shudder at the thought. I never should have allowed it to happen. Now, he’ll think he has some power over me.

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