Page 28 of Broken Hearts

It would probably be easy enough to get in one good jab before he realized what was happening, but I knew I couldn’t. For one, the part of me that was still attached to Alex wouldn’t let me hurt him, even if the rest of me so desperately wanted to. Also, there were the ramifications if I failed. I might stab the wrong spot and barely do any real damage, and he might grab me and smash my head against the counter corner in retribution. He hadn’t shown any signs of wanting me dead—yet—but a murder attempt might change that, especially since it wouldn’t be the first time I’d tried to hurt him.

Alex frowned and washed his hands before stepping over to me. “What are you thinking about, angel?” he asked.

“Nothing, sir,” I murmured, lowering my eyes.

“Judging by the intense look on your face and the way you’re handling that knife, you’re thinking about stabbing me,” he said jokingly, hooking a finger under my chin and forcing me to look up at him again. “But you wouldn’t do that, would you?”

My cheeks flushed. Were my thoughts really written that plainly on my face? “No, sir.” I shook my head and forced a coquettish smile. “I... I was actually thinking how easily you could cut my clothes off with this knife.” I bit my bottom lip, feigning embarrassment at my supposedly sinful mind.

A slow smile spread across Alex’s face. “Ah, I see. I should’ve known,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied breathlessly, glad I’d saved myself with the lie. If there was one way to distract Alex, it was with sex talk. I’d learned that a while ago.

He grabbed my wrist and made me put the knife down on the chopping board, then leaned down and kissed a path across my collarbone, hot and wet and full of filthy promises. At the same time, he rubbed a hand across the back of my black cashmere sweater, his other hand sliding under the front. “Maybe we should test your theory,” he said, his lips on my still-clothed breasts now.

An idea flashed in my mind. A possible way out. “Yes,” I gasped, looking at the knife again. “But… not here. Not where we’ve been making food.”

Alex drew back, his eyes burning with an animalistic need. He nodded briefly. “You’re right,” he said huskily, quickly fetching a clean knife from the drawer before coming toward me again, the blade gleaming dangerously only inches from my chest. “Go to your room.”

I did as he said silently, pressure already building inside me. I might not trust Alex worth a damn, but the effect he had on my body was still wild, still crazy, and he was the only man who could unknot the tension within and push me over the cliff into a climax.

“Stay still,” he commanded once I was standing at the end of my bed. I did as he said, and his harsh breath warmed my neck as he brought the sharp knife up to me, slicing effortlessly through the fabric of my sweater. A moment later, I was wearing nothing but panties, and he made quick work of them too. “You were right,” he murmured, rising to his full height once the panties lay in shreds on the ground. “That waseasy.”

He threw the knife down on the floor, and my eyes followed its trajectory, memorizing exactly where it landed. Alex peeled his clothes off and pressed a teasing finger to my slit, smiling as he saw how wet I was for him. The pressure between my legs grew agonizing as he pulled me toward him, the hard bar of his throbbing erection pressed against my stomach.

Instead of pushing me down on the bed like I thought he might, he picked me up so that I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist. I squealed with surprise, and he crushed his hot lips to my neck and sucked on the delicate skin there as his cock found my entrance and forced its way inside. I gasped, my pulse doubling as I clung to him, my fingers threading in his thick dark hair. My heart was in overdrive, desperately pumping blood and adrenaline into me, driving me mad with lust.

Alex’s fingernails dug into my ass as he held me in the air with his strong arms, pulling me back and forth on his cock. He pulled me against him hard and fast, every movement rough and raw. Primal. My insides clenched every time he went deep, and I cried out so loud I was sure even Baldwin could hear us from the shelter outside.

“So fucking tight,” Alex grunted, his lips on mine, then on my cheek, my ear, down to my neck. “Such a good little slut for me. Tell me what you are.”

I moaned. “Yours, sir. I’m yours. Your property.” I was about to come. In these moments, I would say anything to this man. Promise anything. I’d let him have it all, pretend he owned every inch of me.

But the second I came, I would retreat again, remembering all the reasons I couldn’t trust him. Couldn’t stay with him. Couldn’t fall for him….

My pussy clenched as my body quivered. Goosebumps were crawling on my skin, and I let my head tip back as I shuddered in Alex’s strong arms. “I’m… I’m coming,” I gasped as waves of warm pleasure washed through me.

He let me climax on his cock in that position, and then he finally threw me down on the bed and flipped me over on my knees. With one hard thrust, he drove into me again, and I cried out, my mouth dropping wide open in pleasure. One arm snaked around me, playing with my sensitive clit, and seconds later, I was coming again, my body completely at Alex’s mercy.

“Fuck.…” He drove into me again before grunting out his own orgasm, jerking inside me and slapping me on the ass. My knees weak, I collapsed forward, and Alex did the same, falling on the mattress beside me.

I rolled over and sat up. “I’ll get some tissues, sir,” I said, standing up. I hoped my voice wasn’t quavering, betraying my true intentions.

I padded over to the coffee table near the couch, where a box of tissues sat near a bowl of purple flowers. Once I’d grabbed the box, I turned and headed back toward the bed, my eyes locked on Alex the whole time. He was still recovering from his climax, his face tilted toward the ceiling, one hand wiping sweat from his forehead.

When I reached the spot where he’d thrown the knife, I surreptitiously kicked it under my bed, thinking he’d probably forget all about it if it was removed from his direct line of sight.

I was right. Alex stood and came over to me a few seconds later, arms twining around me as his mouth enveloped my lips in a searing kiss. He didn’t seem to remember the knife at all; he was too distracted in the afterglow of our sex.

He drew back to grab a tissue from the box, and for a second I thought the jig was up when a frown drew his brows together. “I thought you might’ve been thinking of running again,” he said softly. “You’ve been so quiet these last few days.”

I gulped. “I… I’m just disappointed in myself,” I replied. “After what I did when the power was out. I let you down.”

“I understand. But you don’t need to feel bad forever, angel. It was just one slip, and besides, like you said, the internet couldn’t have connected anyway.”

I nodded. “I’ll try to be better,” I whispered, making a mental note to start acting normal. If I didn’t, he would suspect something was up, and I couldn’t have that. Not when I still had no idea what I was going to do to get away from him.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Alex said commandingly, wrapping his arms around me again. “Tell me you’d never try to run again.”

My eyes fell to the spot on the floor where the knife had lain only seconds before. “I’m yours. I’ll never try to run again,” I lied, looking back up at Alex. “Never.”

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