Page 60 of The Councilor

He hesitated but at least gave me an answer. “You know what? You’re right. Then I’ll make that happen. Now, no more discussions of any kind. Not right now. Understood?”

Around him I rarely got a chance to fully react to anything. As he’d done the night before, he thrust his cock deep inside, the rush of adrenaline stealing as much of my breath as his actions. So much of me wanted to stare into his eyes as he fucked me but much like kissing, it was very personal.

I had the distinct feeling this was him laying his claim for the world to make note.

“You do realize I’m the villain?”

Why was he asking me that? “Not the hero?”

“I could never be anyone’s hero. They are usually eaten by sharks when they least expect it. I prefer swooping in under the cloak of darkness.” He pulled out, plunging even harder.

We were both under the water, the heat and steam creating beads of real sweat dancing down my arms. He was telling me this because of how I’d see him in court today. I was certain of it. If I didn’t already know better, I’d say I was a fly caught ina spider’s web. But not him. Something instinctive inside of me screamed he was one of the good guys.

Whether he wanted to believe it or not.

“You might be my hero,” I whispered, my skin aflush with extreme heat.

He ceased his actions and sighed. “Then you’d be wrong. Now, I make all of you mine, every hole and every inch of your beautiful skin, and I plan on exploring more after court today.”

Nothing would keep him from getting what he wanted. Certainly not my cries if he was talking about fucking me in the ass, I was completely a virgin in that aspect. Perhaps he sensed that as I’d known he had with how to please me. Where he’d been rough before, exactly what I’d needed, he was being gentler this morning, barely pressing his thumb against my dark hole.

There was something darker about him this morning, more possessive than before and I hadn’t thought that possible.

As he pumped his thumb inside, I was more lightheaded than ever before, panting as if I’d never be able to catch my breath. But to my surprise and delight, the discomfort quickly morphed into something more sensual, a desire that I’d never felt before. I was even matching the limited thrusts with one of my own.

He chuckled as if I was pleasing him, removing his thick digit a few seconds later. “Yes, you are perfect.”

The way he said the words made me feel like a fragile doll meant for keeping on a shelf. I wasn’t certain how I felt about his words, but I doubted it would matter. He’d already claimed me as his own.

When he replaced his finger with his cockhead, I sucked in my breath, waiting for the blast of pain.

It came but not as forcefully as I would have thought. When he was halfway inside, he stopped. I knew he was allowing my muscles to stretch.

His breathing was as ragged as mine, perhaps more so because I could tell he was using every ounce of control he had. It was a pleasant thought that I was driving him crazy.

The patience he was showing was short lived. He pushed another two inches inside. Then another.

Another wash of agony pulsed through me but just like before, it quickly floated away as rapture took me like the night before. He fisted my hair, pulling back my head. I had no idea how he managed to do it but as soon as he was fully seated inside, he kissed me roughly. Every inch of me betrayed all my good girl thoughts as my own demands pushed to the surface.

He wasn’t gentle now at all, the kiss and the way he fucked my ass a reminder he was a ruthless man. Somebody would say this was so very wrong, but I didn’t care. Being his lover felt oh-so right.

His roughness heated my blood and I was meeting his thrusts as I’d done before. Yes, this was filthy and sinful, but I loved it. A moment of shame burned my cheeks, but it didn’t stop me from participating. Even the crush of his body weight was exactly what I needed. It felt as if the man was ruining me for anyone else, keeping me on a short leash until everything was figured out. There was no reason to think that, but the thought was right there in the forefront of my mind.

In claiming every inch of me, he knew it would forever alter our odd but electric relationship. This moment wasn’t about real passion but making a point.

That his claim I belonged to him was correct.

The next few heated seconds went by in a blur, my mind spinning with far too many thoughts, none of them appropriate for mixed company. Before long, I sensed as I had the night before that he was close to coming. I was trembling, uncertain if I should like this at all. But I was incapable of holding back, issuing a sharp cry the moment he erupted inside.

I could only imagine how I’d feel sitting in a stark courtroom next to him for several hours. That thought alone was enough to allow me a huge smile.

What other people didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Right?

I wore the nicest suit I owned, which paled in comparison to the one Aleksander was wearing. He didn’t just look like he’d stepped out of GQMagazine; he looked like he owned it. He was even wearing a crisp white shirt I knew cost more than I made in two weeks, his black onyx cufflinks only adding to his debonaire look.

Plus, the look boosted his dangerous persona.

Just walking in that day I’d felt tingles. Not because I’d be working even more closely with the man but also because I was pretty certain I was being gawked at as I headed to my tiny cubicle. It seemed so odd I was worried about what anyone thought or that they might know I was involved with the man.

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