Page 32 of Vicious Rule

I lean forward and press a soft kiss to Alex’s lips. “He didn’t,” I whisper against them. “That’s why we’re not together right now.”

For the first time since I walked into his office, he smiles. “I plan on handling you just the way you need.”

Tilting my hips so I can feel his hard cock, I moan. “Good. If you find out how to do that, I’ll give you everything you ever wanted, Alex.”

My promise excites him, and he yanks my dress up to get to my underwear. Practically ripping them off my body, he tugs them down my legs and off my ankles before hurriedly shoving his pants halfway down his thighs.

A second later, he enters me in one hard thrust that takes my breath away. Fully nested inside me, he lifts my legs and I wrap them around his waist, needing to feel him deeper. He’s still for only a moment longer before he begins pumping into me, slamming my body against the wall with every thrust.

I cling to his neck, my fingernails scratching along his shoulders through his shirt. Every muscle strains as he fucks me, like powerful cords beneath my hands. I ride him like everything I want in this world depends on his cock touching that spot inside me that I know will deliver the purest pleasure.

As his hips move in perfect rhythm with mine, he grunts low and deep near my ear, thrilling me. He’s like an animal hell-bent on feeling that ecstasy we both crave more than our next breath, and I’m so turned on I can barely think straight.

All I want is to come from that long, thick cock filling my pussy. Every time he slides into me, it’s like he pushes out every other thought but that one.

“Fuck…” he groans into my ear. “You feel so fucking good. I swear your cunt is like heaven.”

I should tell him I feel that for his beautiful cock that’s delivering the most exquisite sensations through my body, but I remain silent. As much as I want him and can think of little else but pleasing him right now, I still can’t trust him.

When he turns his head, I sink my teeth into his earlobe, loving the pain and pleasure mixing between us. He grunts hard and pins my shoulders to the wall, giving me what I just gave him.

“You want me rougher? Keep biting and you’ll see how rough I can get.”

I shake my head and pull his hair as I move his mouth to mine to kiss him. My tongue snakes inside his mouth and teases his, mimicking the movement of his cock in and out of my body.

Smiling, he leans back away from me and stills his body. “So you don’t always want to fight? I like that.”

“I like how your cock feels inside me,” I whisper before pulling him forward to kiss me again. “Don’t stop this time. I was almost there.”

That pleases him, and he starts fucking me again, but he’s different now. Gone is the rage from his movements, replaced by the same need that fills me.

The need to come and release everything inside.

I want to take all he offers and give him what he needs. Every night I spent watching him with other women made me need this moment and last night. I don’t want to pretend to be his. If another man wants me, Alex needs to show him and the world he can’t have me because I’m truly his.

He said he made me his last night. Now I want him to prove it tonight.

“Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear it.”

I’ve told men the answer so many times, knowing the precise words to thrill them, but this time I say what’s in my heart instead. It’s a risk with a man like Alex, but in the middle of our fucking, it’s as if my brain shuts down and my emotions take over.

“Make me come. Show me I’m really yours and those weren’t just words last night.”

As the words hit his ears, he slows his body for the briefest moment and looks into my eyes. I see him hesitate, and for a split second, disappointment fills me.

He didn’t mean what he said. I’m not his. I’m simply a woman he wants to convince to do as he requires because he needs someone to lie for him.

But then it’s as if a mask is lifted from his face and his expression turns into something very different. Something that shows he wants me to be his.

Alex takes my face in his hands and kisses me long and deep as he continues to plunge into me. The mixture of the romantic and sensual overwhelms me, making it impossible to pretend I’m that hard woman I force myself to be all the time.

I want to be his. I want the world to know I’m his. But most of all, I want him to know that. To know it and love that it’s true.

Softly stroking the back of his neck and feeling the damp strands of hair against my fingers, I let myself go and revel in the incredible sensation of my release. I don’t try to be anything but what I am at this very moment.

A woman who’s getting everything she needs from this man.

I’m tired of making everyone believe I’m as hard as stone. I’m not. I never wanted to be. The world forced me to act like I was so it didn’t have the power to crush me.

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